Blush |BTS JIMIN HIGH SCHOOL FF|

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He was quiet for a while as we walked, kicking a little rock he picked up on the way.

'I have to say, you surprised me more than they did.' I chuckle a little, trying to get him to talk. And it worked.

'I really wish it was legal and morally alright to knock a girl out.' He sighs in frustration

'If you can teach me to hit like that, I'll knock them out myself.' I nudge him a little, and it seemed to have relaxed him a bit as he giggled

'Sorry. I just wanna make sure you're alright.'

He jumped a bit at me taking his hand to check it over. Those lockers are metal. Sure, they are not the sturdiest, but it's not that easy to dent it either. And that was not dented. It was broken.

'You really are okay.' I smile, mostly out of shock, seeing how there's not a single trace that he ever hit a thing. But looking at his hands, even without actually holding it, I can see how soft his skin is.

'I told you not to worry.' He smiles, taking back his hand

'Oh, sorry.' I probably held it a bit longer than needed. I need to stop.
'So... that's you when you're angry.'

'Depends on the situation and the person, but I suppose so. Not that I get angry that often.' He looked ashamed of himself, looking at the little rock still

'Well... thank you. No one ever got angry on my behalf before.'

'Maybe you should get angry for yourself sometimes. I've seen the things you've been put through in the last year or so, and never, not once, did you say a thing. You always brush it off as if it's nothing.'

'If I acknowledge that it hurts or bothers me, it will only get worse. And that's not something I'm aiming for.' I chuckle

'Then I'll be getting angry for you. Someone has to.' Why does that sound like a threat?

'You don't have to do that. Once is more than enough.' I smile. 'But thank you. Truly.'

'Want me to walk you home?' I was wondering why he stopped walking, but then I noticed we were at our little corner

'I'll be okay. But... can I... could I...' ah fuck it. By the time I get the words out, it will be dark outside.

I took a step closer, leaning into him completely, hugging him around his neck with both arms. About 3 million butterflies are fluttering in my stomach right now.

'Thank you. For everything. And I'm sorry for hugging you.' I mumbled into his neck, secretly taking in his scent.

'Nothing to thank me for. And certainly nothing to apologize for. You can do this anytime.' His arms found their way around my back, pulling me closer to him as he leaned in a bit himself, so his face was almost in my neck.

'Then I'm sorry about this as well.' I pulled away a little, pulling him down a tiny bit as I get on my tippy toes, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Unlike last time, he didn't freeze up. Instead, he didn't hesitate for a second to kiss me back. Not once, but twice.

First kiss was right on my cheekbone, light as a feather. And the second one a lot lower, dangerously close to my lips. Just a bit away from the corner. I could feel his hot breath on the side of my face, tickling my skin.
I could feel his nose gently brushing on my cheekbone, and his lips still close to my skin. Neither of us was moving. We just stood there, hugging, with our faces close.

'Thank you.' I whispered, clutching my hand into fists to stop myself from doing something wrong

His arms tightened around me a little, and he nuzzled a bit closer. 'Anytime.' And then he pulled away, a light pink colour surfacing under his cheeks. But I'm sure I'm not any better.

I was looking at his eyes as they kept shifting over my face, eventually locking onto mine.

'Tomorrow?' His voice was soft, gentle. It was a quiet murmur.

'Mhm.' I nod a little. 'Tomorrow.'

I slowly released my hold on him, taking a tiny step back to set him free and pull my arms away from his neck.

He did the same, sliding his hands away from my back until he left go of me. He took a step back. Then another. Then another. Slowly inching away, smiling lightly at me before turning away.

I wish I could run after him, hug him until I can't feel my arms. To kiss him until my lips go numb. To tell him everything... but I can't. I'm already pushing it.

I looked behind a few times in a false hope that he would suddenly appear behind me. I think I watched too many movies and dramas. But once my brain clocked into the fact that this was not a movie, I was ready to get into my house.

My mom was like a dog, waiting for me patiently on the sofa, grinning at me.

'Hi?' I pretty much asked, seeing how she is.

'Soooo...?'

'So what? I don't read minds mom.' I chuckle

'Who was that?' She giggles

'Who was what? You are confusing me.' I  chuckle uncomfortably

'I kind of saw you... with a guy... down the street...'

Crap.

'What? How?!'

'I was in the shop. I was gonna say hi, but I kind of just... didn't wanna bother.' She giggles again. 'Come here. Tell me everything.' She taps the spot next to her

I never talked to her about boys. She never asked either, but then again, she never saw me with one.

'There is really not much to say. He's a friend.' I explain as I take my spot next to her

'Come on. We both know that's not true.' She laughs. 'I only saw a glimpse, but friends don't act like that, honey.'

'That wasn't... something happened earlier, and he stepped in for me. I was just saying thank you.' I mumble

'What happened?'

'It doesn't matter. It's sorted.' I wave my hand

'And this boy... you like him?' Straight back to it, but I guess there is no point in lying. She saw it herself.

'Yeah. A lot, actually.' I admit, not wanting to really talk about this with her

She only smiled, gently petting my face. 'Tell me about him. I wanna know what kind of guy made my girl so flustered.' She giggles

'The kind of guy who's smart and caring. Incredibly mature and hardworking. Thoughtful. Calm and quiet. Also very shy and surprisingly stubborn. And crazy scary when he's mad.' I'm still in shock from what I've seen

'Is he cute?' She is such a gossip girl, I swear, but it's enough to make me laugh

'He is... beautiful. And adorable.'

'And... you're friends?'

I just nodded, not wanting to explain how he's pretty much the only friend I have.

'Does he know how you feel?'

'No. And he won't find out. I don't want to lose the friendship.'

She just smiled, thankfully not pushing much. 'What is his name?'

The mere thought of his name makes my heart race. The image of his smile comes to my mind almost instantly, and all I can do is smile myself.

'Jimin.'