72 Hour Bet

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Jimin 9:00pm 65 hours 40 minutes.
I lay on her bed- looking up at her ceiling. She sat at her desk doing something on her laptop.

"Have you had a boyfriend recently?"

That's the only way I thought up of approaching this whole strategy.

"Tsk. Yea right. No." She took her other earbud out. Seemingly interested.

"When was your last one?" I pat my stomach feeling my nerves.

"Like- Freshman year. It was with Ken. Remember?" She put her earbud back in.

"Ahh. Um..." I bit my lip in frustration. She's gonna suspect. Just wait.

"Why?"

"Wondering. Do you miss him?"

Her pen dropped. Melodramatic.

"That was three years ago Jimin." She bent down, picked up her pen, stiff.

"So? But- how did you guys date. I'm curious."

"AISH Jimin- I'm working here. Leave my room please, or shush."

That's a touchy subject. Does that hint at something? I'm gonna push her. I feel a heavy feeling on my chest about this.

"How long did you know each other."

Her pen stopped writing. She turned her chair, and picked up her knees.

"Like a year. Hurry and ask everything so I could continue working and so you could shut up."

"Where did you meet?" I sat up, then moved back against her backboard.

"A store. He was shopping at Coach. I was passing and stared at a bag that I liked. He saw me from inside the store, bought me it and gave me his number." She looked around her room- fidgety.

She pointed at a bag hanging on a clothes hanger. It was a white Coach clutch-bag thing. Gold embeddings lined it.

I nodded. So he bought her love?

"How did he ask you out?"

"Like dating? Or a date?" She asked spinning her chair.

"Dating."

"I was emotional. He hugged me and told me he'll always be there- blah blah. Then he asked me. Done yet?"

I ran my hands through my messy hair.

"Umm. Why did you break up."

"Broken promises."

"Taelee." I said quickly changing the subject.

She felt the sternness in my voice change, making her sit up and stare at me expectantly.

"Mhm?"

"Does it still pain you? The break up?" I was going to ask her if- well. I was gonna ask her if she would be mine but. I can't. If I can't ask her out, how could I bribe her to sex. I'm a coward.

She shrugged. "Like any other girl, the pain is still there."

"No... There's always someone that helps forget that pain you know.." I didn't know where I was going with this. "You know in those cliché movies. Where she loses someone, but a guy comes and swoops her off her feet. Making her forget the pain and accept it. Can I be that person?"

"You've always been that person idiot." She quickly turned her chair around and continued writing.

"But what I mean is like- never mind." I lay down again and continue staring up at her ceiling. "I love you." I muttered lowly.

I closed my eyes- and feel darkness swoop in.

"Jimin-ah. You fell asleep in my room and on my bed."

Taelee whispered while nudging my arm. I turned and faced her scrunched up face.

"I'm too tired."

"Aish. Come on now." She said trying to lift my limp arm. I groaned and flipped over to my side. "Pleasse. Are you gonna make me sleep on the floor?"

"No- sleep here." I shifted my head so it laid in a soft position on her aromatic, pink pillow. Her bedsheets are lifted. I am about to pull them to my body, but she takes all of the sheet and keeps it to herself.

I scowl and hug my knees to my chest. Survival mode.

My eyes suddenly flutter open. What time is it?

I swivel my head over to her wall clock. 12:40 am 62 hours.

I turned over, her silhouette illuminated by the moon's low light- am I capable enough to do this? But I already agreed, and if I give up, he'll tell her and keep her- I closed my eyes tightly and pray for the darkness to eat me up and have me disappear.

Instead I fall asleep- wasting more of my time.

Taelee 6:35 am 56 hours 55 minutes.
"Please wake up. You're making me uncomfortable." I pushed his forehead back. He lazily opened half of his eyes.

"Five more minutes please."

"Five minutes my ass. Come on please. You'll be late."

"Ah-arraseo."

He sat up, shaking his hair vigorously. Strands of hair poked up in crazy ways- like an anime character. I sighed and handed him my brush.

He groggily took it and brushed in random directions. I fixed my uniform tie and lowered my skirt as much as I could. My eyes tossed a glance to Jimin. He was straightening his shirt and picking his bag up.

"Sunbae?"

"Hm?"

He lowered down and tied his shoes.

"Why did you ask so much about Ken?"

In all honesty- I still love Ken. He's still everything to me. Everything minus one. He broke everything with that wrong move. And now he's trying to ask for an apology- three years late. Jimin has never been one to be interested much in my love life. He knew about Ken- and knows his flirtatious moves right now. So I'm in confusion in his sudden burst of curiosity.

"For your information- I'm still half asleep so I can't answer that."

I pucker my lips and nod.

"Arraseo."

From the corner of my eye, I saw him give me a worried glance. I acted as if I saw nothing and continued packing my annoying math books.

I could hear the soft noises of plates, then Jimin's footsteps. The floorboard creaked at each step. Then I felt my back pressed against his chest. I couldn't control my natural hormones. I couldn't speak. I'm in shock.

His chest rose and lowered, my back rising and lowering in synchronization. No words were spoken. As he did the unthinkable, I could feel that he didn't know what he was doing either, he trembled, his lips trembled as they came in contact with the upper of the side of my neck.