"You love me." Jungkook rasped out, staring at his bestfriend. "Is that true, or a lie?"
or In which Jimin decides that falling in love with your bestfriend who knows every bit of you seemed ridiculous until it happened to him first hand.
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Jimin first met Jeon Jungkook by the swings in a crowded playground in Busan.
On that specific day, he was bullied to the ground by the sand box because of his choice of wearing a pink shirt from his wardrobe. A group of his male friends in first grade called him many things, most of which hurt but didn't compensate the pain he felt from the physically inflicted pain.
Jimin doesn't cry, he barely does. That's one lie.
His father didn't like to see him crying either, calls him a slur for it. His six year old self was crushed to the very core, only wanting an escape from the internalized homophobia he grew up to. Even him being the best at school doesn't appeal to his father, often he gets scolded for not being like other males his age who were out there playing toy cars and skipping their homework.
It was a sunny afternoon, with his knees bruised and his lips split he sees with his own two eyes a slightly taller child than him stomp over and fist his bullies collar like they had just stolen his favorite plushie from him. He wasn't as tall as the other six year old's, but his fierceness compensated most of it.
The doe eyed angel - as Jimin had initially called him was Jeon Jungkook. Two years younger than him with a buzzing personality. He was hard not to look at, even at that age he was already gorgeous. Jimin was battered and bruised, yet the same raven haired offered his hand for him to take and gives him a lollipop in an attempt to cheer him up. The kid even apologizes on behalf of the bullies behavior, promising he'd protect him from that day forward and introduces himself to Jimin like he knew they'd fall in love sooner or later.
Jungkook had to move when he finished grade school, Jimin cried a lot that day as having to face the day without the latter seemed like an impossible deed for him to fulfil. They lost contact after that, Jimin neither had the heart to reach out with his father's growing suspicions about his already obvious sexuality.
"Jimin-Hey! Jimin?" a voice interjected, Jimin looks up in question with his blond hair falling on his forehead. "You okay? Can you continue with the show?"
"Yes-Sorry." Jimin apologized, shaking his head and blinking away his thoughts. "Sorry I fell out of the loop for a moment, Noona."
"It's okay." Seonmi reassured, smiling at him brightly and passing his orange microphone towards him. Jimin accepts it with a smile back. "Don't be too hard on yourself, You can always swap with Seokjin."
