Rivals | Park Jimin FF

12

Y/N POV:

Staring into the mirror, I take a moment to ensure everything looks great. A hint of mascara gives my lashes a fuller look, and a sweet lip tint adds a pop of color. No need to fuss with my hair – letting it fall freely, though it's starting to get a bit greasy.

Today is Saturday, which means the boys are off to the gym and tennis court. Jisoo is due back from New York tomorrow. And I have a date with Jackson.

Grabbing my belongings, I head for the door, opting for a cozy outfit since it's just a movie night.

As I prepare to head out for the date, a wave of nerves washes over me. Why am I feeling this way? UGH! It's not like I haven't been on dates before, but something about going out with Jackson has me feeling jittery.

He's been nothing but nice to me, and I don't want to be rude or lead him on. Despite my clear thoughts, I can't shake off the nervousness. But I know what I need to say, and I'll make sure to be honest with him.

The clock strikes 4:00 pm, and I'm right on schedule. Jackson's dorm is conveniently close to mine, in the same block. I shoot him a quick text to let him know I'm on my way, and I head out. The familiar corridors of Harvard College greet me, adorned with polished wooden doors and soft, muted lighting. I opt for the stairs, climbing a few floors until I reach his door and knock gently. Dorm number "408".

Just then I remembered something.
Jackson's roommate
Jimin
He lives with him.

My heart sinks as the door swings open to reveal Jimin, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation. I freeze, my mind scrambling to process the unexpected encounter.

"Why the fck are YOU here?" Jimin's voice boomed down the hallway, his tone blunt and impatient.

I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his brusqueness. "Just here to see Jackson, chill out," I replied, trying to keep things light despite his sudden hostility.

Jimin's frown deepened, and he crossed his arms, clearly not amused. "Well, it's not exactly a pleasant surprise seeing you first thing," he retorted, his words sharp and cutting.

I shrugged, not sure what had gotten into him. "Well, sorry to ruin your day," I quipped, offering a weak smile.

Jimin rolled his eyes dramatically, as if my mere presence was a burden. "Whatever," he muttered, turning away to leave.

As Jackson finally appeared behind him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Jimin's unnecessary attitude. But I brushed it off, focusing instead on the friendlier face before me.

"Yayyyy, you made it!" Jackson exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement as he greeted me at the door.

"Yep, I'm here!" I replied with a grin.

"Come on, let's go to my room," he urged, gesturing for me to follow him down the hallway.

As we entered his room, I couldn't help but stand there in awe. A medium-sized TV was propped up against the wall, perfectly positioned in front of his memory foam bed. His room had a cohesive color scheme of gray and white, giving it a clean and modern aesthetic. But what really caught my attention was the foldable mini table on the bed, overflowing with an array of snacks. Chips, cookies, soda cans, juice boxes, a fruit bowl, and even a box of chicken wings—all neatly arranged and ready to be devoured. I was taken aback by how much effort he had put into preparing for our hangout.

"Oh my god!! Jackson, I swear, I never would've imagined you to be a neat and tidy guy! Look at your room! It's prettier than mine, if I'm being honest!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my admiration.