The boy colored gray

Crush

After sitting in front of my math homework for over an hour now, I think I've developed a crush. No, I don't develop crushes. I've never had one and I won't have one, ever! I'm far too busy.

'Jimin, you do not have a crush.' I kept repeating in my mind, I don't like the third year. No, I don't, he smokes for fucks sake! His car reeked of those cigarettes, it had that citrusy smell too. It reminds me of those small tangerines I used to eat when I was younger, they were so good and sweet. I wonder if he's ever had those tangerines too or if he's ever had one of those sour ones. You know, those ones where your face makes a weird squish within itself.

...

'What the hell Jimin?' I need Taehyung to give me some advice, should I video call him?

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"...And that's what happened and now I'm here telling you." I let out a big breath, I told him everything, from the moment I left the classroom to when I realized I might have feelings for the third year.

"Jimin...you have a crush on him." Taehyung told me as he stuffed his face with popcorn, "NO! You're supposed to say that I'm just going crazy and might be high off some drug. I don't do crushes Tae."

"You want me to lie to my bestest friend ever?"

"Yes Tae, lie."

"Okay then...Minnie, you're crazy. You probably feel this way because you're sleep deprived from some shit."

"No~ Tae don't say like that~"

"Well shit! What the hell am I supposed to say if not what you told me to exactly say?"

One minute passed.

Then two.

"Tae..."

"Yes, Minnie?"

"I think I have a crush..."

"No shit."

"...fuck"