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"I've missed you."
He whispered in my ear.
I smiled to myself pulling out of the hug.
I looked down at him, caressing his cheek.
"I'm so sorry Jimin."
I apologized.
He removed my hand from his face and intertwined it with mine.
"Don't apologize, it makes me feel guilty."
Jimin crooned.
"No I'm serious, I should've trusted you wouldn't hang out with her."
I voiced.
Jimin nudged my shoulder while still firmly holding my hand.
"Aww Jiyeon were you jealous?"
Jimin teased.
I felt the room get hot as I gulped.
"As if! Why would I be jealous of her, it's not like I have feelings for you."
I lied, looking down at my feet.
"What if I told you I had feelings for you?"
Jimin smirked.
My eyes averted upwards staring into his dark brown eyes.
"What...what..did you...just say?"
I stuttered.
Jimin let go of my hand and sat up right.
"Never mind."
Jimin replied.
The room grew silent after that, wanting to avoid this awkward atmosphere I grabbed a chair to sit down.
Before Jimin could began a conversation a woman opened the door to his room.
"Visiting hours are over Mrs.Park."
The woman informed.
I choked on my own saliva as Jimin bursted out laughing.
I stood up and turned to face here.
"I'm actually not Mrs.Park my name is Kim Jiyeon."
I specified.
"Ahh really? so you're the woman Jimin speaks of when he sleeps."
The woman uttered.
My mouth opened wide as I glanced back at Jimin who was shaking his head mouthing words to the woman.
"Oh you talk about me when you sleep? Park Jimin has a crush on me."
I smirked.
"Aniya, I don't! Hajima!"
Jimin flushed red, tossing a pillow at my face.
I lumbered towards him playfully making aeygo faces, his cheek bones so red he looked like a tomato.
"Park Jimin likes the me, Kim Jiyeon!"
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He's Different | p.jm
FanfictionAll my life I was used to getting the short end of the stick. My father was abusive, my mother had passed, and the only thing that kept me from losing my sanity were my best friends. Life was not just about the destination but the path, and I couldn...