His soft spot | pjm

chapter | 14

Y/N'S POV

I'm discharged after about a week.

Thank goodness.

I now enter the school gates with a grin I can't even contain because of the overwhelming excitement to see Jimin.

Yes you heard me right.

During the time I was in the hospital, he came to see me every day. He'd bring food,  and we'd talk, go on walks, and visit his mother. He's great, he truly is. I know I should be mad about what he did, but should I really? It did hurt my feelings, but he's just... him and I do understand where he's coming from after all, I just don't want to be hurt.

I look for him as I stroll down the hallways of the school. After a while of searching, I just go to my locker like the lonely loser that I am. A familiar shape appears as my eyes scan the hallways. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Hello there," he says, a smug smile on his face.

"Hi."

"How've you been?"

"Fine." He huffs as I respond.

"Y/N, what the fuck is your deal? I did nothing wrong to you," he adds, and I look up to him.

What the fuck is my deal?

When he says those words, I realize that I've been an absolute jerk to him, even though he didn't really do anything wrong except be a smug bitch.

"Uh... yeah, sorry about that"

He begins a sentence, but I see him approaching few meters behind Taehyung, my heartbeat quickens and I feel warmth wash over me, instantly smiling, but he doesn't seem as pleased, and my smile flattens.

He comes to a halt alongside us, his gaze fixed on Taehyung.

"Hey, bro, what's up?"Taehyung says, but Jimin remains motionless, maintaining eye contact with Taehyung.

What the?

"Chill Jimin I wasn't trynna steal your girl, no worries, we're just befriending right?"Taehyung is the first to break eye contact, his gaze fixed on me as he waits for me to agree.  Jimin still doesn't say anything despite my hesitant nod.

"Damn dude, take a chill pill, I'll leave you two lovebirds to it now, enjoy," he adds as he walks away, winking at me.

"Jimin?" I say, drawing his attention.

"What was that all about?"I ask, and he sighs.

"Taehyung's been acting like a prick recently, he does anything to get on my fucking nerves, and we got into a bad fight, so now he's doing shit on purpose to piss me off, and it's working."His expression is scowling, and I shake my head.

I knew Taehyung had a motive behind all of this. Jimin's face is tense, and he's breathing rapidly, he's really worked about the situation I can tell.

I put my hand against his arm and rub it gently. As he looks down to my hand, the glare in his eyes fades and a small smile forms on his face.

"I'm really glad you're back, Y/N," he adds as he moves closer. His intoxicating scent wraps itself around me like a warm blanket.

"You are?"I ask looking up at him, and he nods.

Gosh I really like him.

His gaze falls to my lips and I cough taking a step back when I notice.

"I think we should go to class," I say, grabbing my backpack and walking ahead.  He follows closely after.

We walk into class, and Hobi's eyes brighten as he sees me. He instantly rises up from his seat and runs my way, arms outstretched to welcome me into a hug, but Jimin moves in front of me, stopping Hoseok with the palm of his hand on his chest, which practically knocks off Hobi because of the speed he was going.

"Be careful, dumbass," Jimin says, annoyance clear in his voice, he then steps to the side and walks to his assigned seat.

Hobi glances at me with wide eyes before gently pulling me into an embrace.

"Sorry about that," I apologize before pulling back.

"Don't worry about it, I got a little too enthusiastic," he replies, scratching the back of his neck.

We return to our seats, and the lecture begins. I notice Jimin's phone on his desk and the smiley flower I made for him when I first arrived still under his phone case. The cringe memory causes my face to crunch up.

"What's wrong?"I can't help but chuckle when Jimin asks, a worried expression on his face.

"That flower.." I begin, as he shifts his focus to his phone.

"It's a very embarrassing memory for me," I remark, and he smiles, a smile that reaches his eyes.

"If there is anything to be embarrassed of, it was my behaviour back then."

"It didn't change though.." I say and he looks at me with round eyes.

"Haha I'm joking, anyways GOSH! we were so awkward," I change the subject and sink into my seat as I recall the cringe memories.

He in fact didn't change that much.. but I won't let him know that because he's great as he is anyway.

"You were cute," he continues, and my face warms. I don't miss Hoseok in front of me giving me a smug look.

Ok maybe he did become a little more bold, a little.

"Whatever," I shake my head.

The bell rings, and we are dismissed from class. I leave the classroom, followed by Hobi and Jimin. As we walk, an awkward silence falls upon us, and I stop in my tracks and turn around to face them.

"Would you like to come over to my place tonight?" It's an opportunity for the two idiots to get to know each other.

As I ask, I notice Jimin's eyes widen into a frown; I know he's not a social butterfly, but come on, it's just Hobi.

"Sure!"Hobi cheerfully agrees, of course he does; I return my look to Jimin, who merely nods slightly; after all, it wasn't a choice.

"Great!"I smile at the thought of the two people I care about most in this place getting along.

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The day has flown by and it's now time to go home; I cheerfully make my way to my locker, excited for tonight. When I notice Jimin waiting at my locker, my smile broadens.

"Hello," I say as I come to a halt in front of him, hugging my books to my chest.

"Hey," he says with a little attitude, but I know he doesn't mean it, so I roll my eyes.

"Come on, it'll be fun, and I can't stand the awkward tension between you two" I remark as I open my locker and hear him sigh.

"I only want to be with you," he adds, and my heart flips. I look up to see him staring down at me, his intense gaze sending goosebumps up my spine.

Holy guacamole.

"We're always together," I add as I close my locker.

"So?"

Jesus.

"Well... I don't know," I sigh, glancing down at his chest.

Does he really not want to do this?

He places his hand on my hip, causing me to gaze up at him.

"He doesn't seem too bad anyway," he replies, and with a smile on my face, I throw my hands around his waist and draw him into an embrace.

"Thank you.. do you want to come over now? Hobi told me he had to take his mom to work before he could come, so we can spend some time together before he gets there?" With a smug smile, I propose and his cheeks turn a faint pink.

"Yeah, I'd like that," he adds with a chuckle, and I sense a growing tension, or maybe it's just me.

"Let's go," I circle my figures around his wrist, tugging him along.

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end of chap.
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