It's You. (Jikook)

Who Do You Want?

                                Jeon Jungkook

I stare up ay my ceiling in silence.

Watching the fan spin around and around.

And although so many thoughts are running through my mind, I feel clueless.

Absolutely clueless.

I grab my phone to see no texts from Nayeon, and that alone makes me frown. Sadly putting my phone down.

Things have been so perfect with her.

I've been so happy.

God, she even had me smiling over the phone like an idiot.

She felt right, she feels like the one....

So if this is all true.....

Then why the fuck can't I stop thinking about Jimin Park?

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I let out a shaky breath before walking into class.

I look up to see Jimin in the seat, but not the window one.

My heart feels as if it can fall out of my chest any minute at the memories from Saturday.

"I....I hate that I hate seeing you walk away from me..."

"Shall I stay close to you then? Always?"

I slowly walk over and sit in the seat.

I clear my throat.

We don't look at each other. Not even a simple glance.

Even though I was so drunk... I remember every single thing.

And clearly, too.

And do I regret it....?

I slowly look over at him, and I sigh.

Examining his pretty face.

No, I don't regret a thing.

And that's what terrifies me.

"You're staring....are you trying to memorize what my face looks like?" He slowly looks over at me, into my eyes, and I feel my face heat up.

"Uhm...." I clear my throat. "Jimin..."

"Yeah, Jungkook...?"

"I, uh..."

I then notice Taehyung walk in, and just when I raise my hand to wave at him, his lips form a thin line and he quickly sits down.

The hell?

What's that about?

"Jungkook", Jimin whispers. "You know...I can pretend Saturday never happened. If that's what you were about to say..."

My stomach drops and I practically feel offended. Yet hurt, that he thought that's what I wanted to say.

"What-"