Until I Met You: Park Jimin

Chapter 12: Yes

I started to cough as we looked at each other and he chuckled, flipping over onto his belly.

"A dance?" I asked as he buried his face in the pillow and nodded. What do people even do at dances? "Um, I don't really know what I'm supposed to do," I laced my fingers on top of Jimins head and twiddled my thumbs, "But I guess I'll go with you."

His head shot up and he wore a goofy smile, "Really? Will you really go with me?"

I giggled at his childish behaviour and nodded, "I will."

He sprang up and put his hands on his waist, "I get every girl."

"Yah," I kicked his thigh gently and grabbed my phone, "I'm only going because you asked and I'm doing you a favour," I stood up, unlocking the screen and raised my eyebrows, "Maybe I'll go with Jungkook—"

"No!" Jimin had swept me off of my feet -literally- and spun me around.

"You're going with me," He stuck his tongue out and looked at me, "I asked you first, and you're mine." He smiled brightly as a deep red started to make its way up to my cheeks. Park Jimin had now swept me off of my feet. In both ways. Every moment I spend with him, rather it's teasing, or us doing nothing at all and being in the same room, I'd feel my heart pounding more and more.

I cleared my throat and let myself down from his arms. I stood still for a moment then slapped his arm, causing him to wince, "I'm not anyone's, even if I was, I'd be oppas, because he is my brother, you loser." I giggled.

I opened the wardrobe when suddenly a pair of arms had wrapped them selves around my waist, and Jimin rested his chin on my shoulder. My eyes widened and I held my breath in.

"Jimin?" I said, barely above a whisper. He replied with a low hum.

"How do you make me feel like this?"

"Feel like what?" He let go and spun me around to ruffle my hair.

I replied with a 'never mind' and pushed his chest away from me. I put my hand over my heart and felt the beating start to slow down. Why do you make me feel like I'm about to have a heart attack every time I see you?

I tapped my chin and and spun around to face the different clothes I had in the dresser. By clothes, I mean the ones I brought in my backpack. A black hoodie, a floral skirt, a white tshirt, some jeans, and leggings. I could wear a skirt and tshirt to the dance, right?

I took out my skirt and Tshirt and laid it on the bed.

"What are thoooossse?" Jimin chuckled from behind me and I shot a glare at him, "I'm sorry," He cleared his throat, "What are those?"

"'Those' are the clothes I'm wearing to the dance thingy." Hmm. It's missing something. Right! Shoes. I grabbed my converse.

I looked at Jimin, holding each shoe in one hand, "These will do, right?"

He crinkled his nose and smacked them out of my hand, "Hey!" I went to pick them up but he grabbed my arm.

"One, this is a dance, you're not going to the playground. Second, how long have you had those?"

"Hey, that's offensive, I'll have you know, I would wear pants to the playground. As for the converse," I paused. It's been at least 4 years, right? "3-4 years."

He rolled his eyes and facepalmed, "Let's go to the mall."

SURPRISE MUTHA FUCKAS

Merry christmas,

Love,

Kristyn