With You | Jikook

03 | first day

h y u n g
1 week later

"Jimin-ah!" I hear someone calling me from afar. Turning around to see the owner's voice, it's Hyejin who comes running to me, almost tripping when she does. I laugh in my scarf that was wrapped around my neck. I start walking as she catches up to me. "How's life?"

"Good, everything was good," I reported as we slowly approached the school's entrance. Honestly I wanted to ask her about a certain someone, but I was too shy. "How's yours?"

"I wished I slept more but my mom forced me to take some extra classes," Hyejin pouts as she says that. I laugh agreeing with her, I wish I did too. Every time I get out of class to get a snack and come back, I see her laying down on her desk, sleeping peacefully. I can never understand people who sleeps like that, she barely does anything too, no sports, no committees or any participation in the school's activities.

We enter the school, and went to change our shoes and put our jackets away. Hyejin was quick and joined me immediately. As I put my cross body bag on me, I look at her as I finally made the decision to ask about him.

"Hyejin?" I called. She looks up to me with both eyebrows raised up, waiting for me to say something. "Do you know someone called Je—"

"Melona?" I flinch, not bothering turning around when I recognize this familiar voice. I don't know why but I'm suddenly fixing my glasses and my hair, as well as my tie.

Ignoring Hyejin's shocked facial expression, I face Jungkook, who was alone. My eyes couldn't stop themselves to wander down to his clumsy uniform. He was even wearing the school's boxing jersey. I almost wanted to laugh when I see his hair, probably slept well.

"Stop calling me that," I muttered when I walk a step closer to him.

He lets out a quick ha. "Then what do you want me to call you? Mango? I think you can tell me your name, we're going to see each other, every day."

I accept my defeat of not seeing him. He was right that he had a feeling that we'll meet again, but I didn't know it was going to be like this.

"It's Park Jimin," I say slowly, as if I wanted him to hear each letter. He nods, holding out his hand out. I gladly hold it with confusion. He smiles, shaking our intertwined hands with a strong grip. I think my hand went numb. "Oh sorry, I tend to shake hands with a strong grip. I'll try to be more gentle, Jimin-ie."

I like how my name sounded on his lips. His body strength might be strong but his voice is gentle. He seems like a soft person to be a boxer. I don't like watching people fighting. Breaking bones, bleeding and just over and over again. It's tiring honestly.

"Did you already create a nickname for me?" I snickered. I should be annoyed by that, but I wasn't. It was cute, coming from a guy like him.

He shrugs like it was nothing. "It suits you well, since you're mini, you know? Ji-mini-e." He says it slowly for me to catch on with his joke.

I slap his arm playfully, "Don't make fun of my height, I'm probably older than you, I'm going to be 18 this October."

His eyes widen, his neck almost coming out of his body. He brushes his hair back, pushing his fists in his pockets, his backpack hanging on one shoulder. If I saw him for the first I would've said that he was a heartbreaker, a playboy or even a fuckboy. But he didn't seem like someone who would have that kind of mindset.

"17, this September," He added back. Then his expressions changes, realizing something. "Shit, then should I call you Jiminie Hyung?"

I feel my cheeks burning, I touch them, trying to hide them. I've never had someone call me hyung because I've always been the one calling people hyung.