/My Secret Crush / Jikook~

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⚠️: This chapter has been clinically proven to:

1. Diagnose you as Single (in every language)
2. Cause Excessive Smiling (your jaw might hurt)
3. Induce Uncontrollable Swooning (grab a fan, or two)

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The university was buzzing with excitement as the annual competition ceremony approached. As a finalist, Jimin had spent months perfecting his Art, a sustainable energy solution. Winning would validate his hard work and boost his confidence.

But right in the moment, his thoughts were elsewhere. His birthday was the next day, and he had been counting down the days until Jungkook's returns. They had planned to celebrate his birthday together, just the two of them. However, Jungkook's message crushed those dreams:

[Sorry, I'm tied up with work. Can't make it home this time. I'll make it up to you next time.]

Jimin's heart sank. As he read the message again, frustration and disappointment swirled inside him. Despite his efforts to remain calm, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being stood up.

After a while, he settled into his seat inside the assembly hall, his eyes scanning the crowded room as he discreetly checked his phone. Jungkook's message glared back at him, his gaze lingered on the screen, his mind weighing a response. But he resisted the urge to reply instantly. Instead, he checked the time and decided to let Jungkook stew for ten minutes, to let him feel the chill of being ignored.

As the ceremony's introductory speeches droned on, Jimin's attention waned. The teachers' enthusiastic discussions about art and innovation blurred into a cacophony of indifference. His mind wandered back to Jungkook, replaying their unfulfilled plans.

Just as Jimin's thoughts began to simmer, his phone illuminated once more. Jungkook's follow-up message flashed on the screen:

[Why aren't you replying to my message?]

Jimin's resolve wavered, his fingers twitching with the urge to respond. But he hesitated, torn between giving in to his emotions and teaching Jungkook a lesson.

The internal debate raged on until his classmate, poked his shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper:

"Jimin, look that way! He's ridiculously handsome, right?"

Jimin's gaze lifted, his eyes scanning the crowd to locate the object of his classmates's admiration. As he turned, his expression transformed from introspection to mild curiosity.

In an instant, Jimin's gaze locked onto the man across the room, his heart skipping a beat as realization dawned. The same man who had sent those piercing messages, canceling their plans, stood before him - Resplendent in a tailored formal suit,

Jungkook exuded confidence and sophistication.

Jimin's sulky demeanor melted away as he devoured Jungkook's appearance. The sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and the chiseled features seemed chiseled by the gods themselves. The suit accentuated his broad shoulders, and Jimin's gaze lingered on the way the fabric hugged his physique.

For a moment, Jimin forgot his frustration, his mind clouded by the overwhelming desire to rush into Jungkook's arms. It had been a month since they'd last seen each other, and the longing was palpable.

The classmate voice drifted into Jimin's consciousness, "Ay, which company is he from? Looks like he's from a game company..." But his attention remained fixed on Jungkook.

As Jungkook's eyes scanned the room, their gazes met, and Jimin's cheeks flushed beat red. Jungkook's raised eyebrow and With a sly smile, as he began to walk toward him.