CONFUSED || Taehyung Fan Fiction ||

13 || ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ||

There was this hinge of awkwardness in between the strings of silence as Y/n and Jimin sat across of each other on the long, varnished, mahogany dinner table. A clear flower vase wherein a dozen chrysanthemums stood in the water that filled half way, placed on the centre on top of a rose white table runner. With eating utensils that only consisted of a plate, a bowl, chopsticks and a spoon on each seat. The set up was nothing too fancy, it was just the right amount of homey with a hint of something that says "This is a special occasion".

Well kind of.

The muffled hustling mixed with laughter and chatter of their parents coming from the kitchen made the awkward pair joyous knowing that the years of friendship have finally united again (even though they're literally neighbours).

Mr and Mrs Park dismissed all their help earlier that usually prepared every meal they ate because the four of them, who're in their early fifties, decided to have this special bonding of cooking and preparing the meals themselves to relive the fondness of their memories and to spend more time once more as a friend group. Grateful enough to finally have time to do this.

Thankfully, the atmosphere was at least bearable since they weren't alone together in the same room. Their siblings were sat next to them fully drowned in their phones with constant scrolling and quick tapping on the screen. As Y/n tried to busy herself by diverting her attention to the utensils in front of her, Jimin was subtly eyeing her mannerism. It wasn't impossible for anyone to notice how Y/n still wasn't comfortable with whatever's been going on between them.

I mean who would?

You and your childhood best friend that you previously had a crush on drifted apart and haven't had a proper conversation since then and suddenly, the last year of high school, your friend groups merge into one so the once broken friendship is somehow starting to mend and the next thing you know he confesses that he has liked you all along too.

But you're gay now.

And that's the problem because he's messing up with your thoughts and making you confused all over again.

But love is love, right?

However Y/n wouldn't call it love. It's too much of a strong word. Maybe, just that tiny sprout of infatuation she dealt with before she finally rejected Jimin.

And after rejecting him, came her confusion. Her confusion with her 'label'. But who needs a proper label anyway? Jimin's queer and that seems a lot easier to say than to explain and figure out your preferences every single day.

Talk about an identity crisis.

"Ah thanks for waiting for the food, everyone. We kinda got stuck in the kitchen just chit-chatting" Mr Park laughed as he settled the soup contained in a clay pot on the centre of the table with a cheery expression. This broke Jimin and Y/n's train of thoughts as they both looked up at the array of food coming onto the table brought by their parents.

"Dad, let me help you there—" as Jimin tried to stand up, he was pushed back down on his seat by his father with a playful force which soon followed by gentle taps on his shoulders.

"Just sit down, son. We've got this. We aren't that old!" Mr Park yet again laughed, showing off that famous eye smile that seems to be running in the family. Y/n always thought how Jimin resembled so much of his father. He was a carbon copy. From the physical features to the personality. Like father like son. "Yah, and you three, stop burying your faces onto those phone screens! This is supposed to be family time. No wonder you have to wear those thick glasses, Jisung!" Mr Park reprimanded his other son as he placed his hand in front of the younger boy suggesting that he better hand in the device or he'd never see it again for the rest of the week. Jisung clicked his tongue and gave up the phone with a pout which was soon followed by the other two kids.