Falling For My Enemy ⚠️ [ On Hiatus]

17

Jimin pov:

As I settled into Jungkook's Jeep, I took in my surroundings. It was my first time in his car, and it smelled like him - a mix of chlorine from the pool and cologne. Everything was spotless, and it was clear he took good care of it. After buckling up, he started the engine and turned to back out of my driveway. Avoiding eye contact, he said, "Jimin, about the other night..."

I shook my head. "Forget it," I said, desperately wanting to move on. I tried to erase the memory of the soft look in his eyes, the warmth of his hands on my arms, and how we almost kissed. How I foolishly thought he might actually like me. Jungkook gazed at me, trying to read my thoughts.

Good luck, I thought.

I barely understood my own feelings.

When we were apart, things were clear. I knew our dynamic - we were enemies. But lately, when we were together, the lines blurred. My thoughts were tangled, and I couldn't define our relationship anymore. Enemies no longer felt fitting.

We drove to the cafe in silence, picking up gifts and unclaimed snowflake tags. Then, we headed to shop. Jungkook parked at the mall, and we sat in comfortable silence for a moment. I felt uneasy, wondering if we'd discuss the argument outside my house. But Jungkook turned to me with a serious expression, "I thought of more items to get for the families."

I relaxed, grateful to avoid the sensitive topic. "Really?"

"Yeah, clothes are essential, but we should also get toys. It's likely the only time they get what they want, not just what they need."

I smiled, "I agree."

Jungkook continued, "Let's get each family new towels, toiletries, and sheets. I even called the orphanage manager for bed sizes."

A wave of shame washed over me. I was worried about my own issues, while Jungkook was thinking of others who had it worse. "Linens like that are expensive," I said, concerned about the budget.

Jungkook smiled. "We got a donation, so we can afford it. We can even get gift cards for each family."

My eyes widened. "Really?"

Jungkook nodded. "I talked with my dad. It's a great idea, right?"

I stared at him, my gaze lingering on his face. When he smiled, his whole face lit up.

"What?" he asked, noticing my look.

"Nothing," I said, shaking my head and looking away.

Jungkook laughed. "What's that look for?"

I fidgeted with my nails. "I'm just surprised. You put a lot of effort into this."

Jungkook shrugged. "You made lists and budgeted everything. I just did my part. You've been picking up Angel Tree gifts too, which is harder for me with swim practice."

"I suppose," I said, though I wasn't entirely convinced. Jungkook's genuine concern caught me off guard, while I had been consumed by my own problems.

"You're different than I thought."

His eyes met mine, sparkling with curiosity.

"How so?"

I hesitated, my words hanging in the air like a confession. "You're nice." We both laughed, a soft, awkward sound, and I leaned my head back against the seat.

The truth was, I thought I had Jungkook all figured out - Mr. Carefree, go-with-the-flow, life of the party. But now, I saw a lot more layers to him. Maybe I had been all wrong about him. Perhaps I never really knew him. And if I was wrong, maybe Lisa was wrong too, and he didn’t feel sorry for me.