Lost and alone, the hopeless and hopeful try to find their way back to each other.
Kim Seokjin drips average from the very tips of his hair to the tips of his toes. And he hates that about himself.
Park Jimin embodies happiness but somehow the Korea...
A/N: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING!So the first part of the story is in SUGA'S POV and then there is a '______________' line like that which signifies the end of his POV. HOPE Y'ALL DON'T GET CONFUSED! ENJOY AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. CUT JAMIE SOME SLACK.
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"Do you want to try hanging out sometime?" I asked her with a very dry tone, maybe I should have been more expressive because she clearly didn't understand my question.
"Aren't we already doing that though?" Jamie was playing with a CD that I had handed her before, her fingers traced the CD's edges, I was worried that she might cut herself on the sharp edge but then I remembered from experience the edge wasn't sharp enough to cut through skin.
"I meant something a little more intimate..." I let my words hang in the air, waiting for them to take effect and they clearly did because Jamie's finger stopped circling the CD. She placed the CD on the couch's arm rest. We both were sitting on the same sofa so it was inevitable that we'd make eye contact, she couldn't avoid me without looking abnormally awkward. She tried though, her eyes attacked everything other than me, her gaze settled for a few seconds on the empty wooden table in front of us, then it slowly shifted to my knees, it then rose to the collar of my shirt and then, she finally looked at me.
Her eyes didn't waver one bit, I could tell she was nervous though her fingers started playing with the tassels on her skirt, "Like a date?" her voice was small, but stable, her hands had moved on from the tassels to the hem of the large hoodie she was wearing.
"Mm." I nodded, maybe a little too curtly because she suddenly moved away, not physically but something in her eyes; it left. Something was there before but now it was gone. There was an uncalled for distance between us.
"You're asking me out because you like me?" Her whole body had turned towards me and her hands were now neatly crossed over her chest, almost like she was investigating me, it was quite laughable but what she said next clarified her intention. "Oppa do you see me as a woman when you say that?"
In all honesty, I hadn't started viewing Jamie as a woman till last year. She'd always been someone I admired but never did I think of her as someone I could learn to care for. Don't get me wrong, I don't love her but... There are times when I think of her, quite often; my heart doesn't flutter but there's this feeling of wanting her close to me, there's a warmth that settles over me when she's there. I like it. I like it very much.
She makes me fearless. Yup. That's the right word. I don't fear oblivion when she's there. She's my person or at least I want her to be.
But the problem is me. My feelings and my gestures never follow up, there have been a lot of instances when I have felt genuine attraction towards her; the kind that fucks you up. Times when I wanted her but my conscious held me back every single time.
