"No!" YN shot back, but her voice faltered, and she glanced away, embarrassed. "I was just... wondering. That's all."
Jimin reached out, gently tilting her chin so that their eyes met. "You were sleeping so peacefully, Muffin. I didn't want to wake you." His voice softened, and for a moment, the teasing was gone. "If you want... I can come again tonight."
YN's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed. "What? No, that's not what I meant!" she protested, feeling flustered by his words.
Jimin chuckled, his smirk returning. "I know when to come," he said, turning as if to walk away.
But YN wasn't done yet. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. Jimin paused, feeling her grip near his waist, and he couldn't help but smile. The moment reminded him of last night, when she had held onto his collar as she drifted off to sleep.
He turned to face her again, his eyes curious. "What's up, Muffin?"
YN hesitated, her heart pounding. She had to know. She squeezed her eyes shut, gathering her courage, and blurted out, "Did you..." Did you kiss me last night?"
Jimin's expression changed, his teasing smirk turning into something deeper as he stepped closer. "And what if I did?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
YN's eyes flew open, and her mouth dropped in shock. Jimin's smirk grew as he leaned in just a bit more. "Maybe I did... or maybe I didn't. You'll find out the next time I come over."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving YN standing there, her heart racing and her mind in chaos.
Yn pov: Will he come today, too?? Why does he have to make everything so confusing? Why am I even wondering this so much? Ughhh... what's happening to me?
As Jimin's figure disappeared down the hallway, she realized she was still clutching her chest, her heart beating faster than ever before.
YN shrugged off her confusing thoughts, determined to focus on her day, but her mind betrayed her. Throughout her classes, her attention kept drifting back to Jimin. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the image of him in her room last night or his teasing words from earlier. It was like he had taken over her thoughts completely.
As the hours dragged on, the tension in her chest only seemed to grow. Will he come today, too? she wondered, biting her lip. Meanwhile, Jungkook, who had been watching YN's distracted behaviour, leaned over to Jimin with a curious look. "Hyung, what did you do? She's been daydreaming all day!" he whispered.
Jimin couldn't help the smirk that played on his lips. "I went to her house last night."
Jungkook's eyes widened in shock. "You what??" he nearly shouted but quickly lowered his voice, remembering they were still in class. "Why did you go?"
Jimin leaned back in his chair, the smirk growing into a softer smile. "I missed her."
Jungkook's mouth dropped open. "And...?"
Jimin glanced over at YN, his usual confident demeanour shifting into something more vulnerable. He looked down, almost shy. "And... nothing."
Jungkook's eyes softened as he realized what was happening. He chuckled quietly and nudged Jimin's shoulder. "Hyung, you are so in love with her."
Jimin just nodded, a small, shy smile on his face as his eyes remained on YN. "Yeah... I love her," he admitted softly.
At the end of class, YN packed her things slowly, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread. She caught Jimin's gaze across the room
He was looking right at her, and for a moment, everything around them seemed to blur. His lips curled into that familiar smirk, making her heart race. Without saying a word, he turned and left with Jungkook.
YN sighed, watching him disappear down the hall. Bora, who had been waiting for her, nudged her lightly. "Ready to go?"
YN blinked out of her thoughts and nodded. "Yeah, let's go."
They walked home together, with Bora chatting away, but YN's mind was elsewhere. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Jimin.
Bora noticed YN's distracted mood but decided not to press her, sensing that her friend had a lot on her mind.
After dinner with her parents that night, YN retreated to her room, still feeling restless. She sat on her bed, her diary in her lap, trying to make sense of everything. Opening it, she began to write:
Will he come now? Or not?
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