Inlove With The Fashionable Badboy | Park Jimin

Chapter 8: Denial

"Jeez, this is wrecking my brain, Yujin." I whisper, rubbing my temples in circular motions in an attempt to relax myself from the stress that had been piling up on me.

"You should've done that earlier, instead of being inside your room and never coming out." She lectured. I groaned in immense pain my brain was receiving, "Im not as responsible as you, who even has time for this shit?" I complained to her, "I do!"

"How do you even do this?" I faked a sob, hearing the person next to me hush me with a very angry tone. "Sorry.." I apologized, reminding me to keep the quiet atmosphere in the library. "Simple. I do the things i know you wouldn't do." I could almost see her in a state of triumph, a smirk playing across her face.  

"I have to go Yujin, bye." i hung up, i simply cannot bear it knowing that i was going to fail this class. If i wasn't procrastinating i would have finished this earlier, and now i regret every decision I've made.

I stood up, walking ever so silently towards the section of books that I needed, hoping that I would get the answers to the questions that my professor had given me. Silence resounded throughout the whole library, and only my light footsteps reached my ears and the soft hum and chatter of the people that had visited here. i sighed, thanking the heavens for this moment of peace that was bestowed upon my guilty conscience of procrastination.

But, there always has to be a but, doesn't it? My pleasant silence was rudely halted as I heard the ripping of pages. It disturbed me that how can a human being even do such a thing to a book, especially a book they do not own.

One, two, three pages i heard were being massacred. With pauses in between and the flipping of pages, as if searching for the pages they were going to murder. I unknowingly followed the sound, as if my feet had a mind of its own, i couldn't help but think this feeling and actions bring back unpleasant memories.

The person- or should i say murderer, came into sight, making me feel disappointed but nonetheless not surprised. At the far corner of the library, were no one rarely came to, there sat Jimin with a smile on his face. Next to him was the pages he had ripped from the poor books.

"What are you doing?" Jimin looked up, he suppressed his smile, but showed his dimples in the process. "Cute." I said, barely above a whisper. I walked closer to him, noticing that he had glasses on, "You wear glasses?"

"Yes, I don't usually wear them." he closed the book he had in his hold, a single finger in to know where to open again. "Why? They look nice on you" He smirked, "Anything looks nice on me." He said.

"You look nicer without anything on." I watched him as his expression changed, "why do you always make me feel flustered?" Jimin hid his face behind the book, his cheeks lightly tinted with red.

"What are you doing with those pages?" I ask him, suddenly remembering the reason my feet had led me here in the first place. "I think they're pretty," Jimin shrugged, "I want anything thats pretty to be mine." i rolled my eyes, so thats his petty excuse.

"You can't do that"Jimin's eyebrows furrowed, "And why not?" I sighed, why do I even need to deal with him when he only does what he pleases?

"Fine. Do what you want," He smiled at me, patting the chair next to him "Sit." I stood there for a moment, before walking with hesitation over to where he had sat.

I studied the pictures that were scattered around the table, seeing a pattern of beautiful scenery upon the ripped pages. "Hm."

Jimin looked up, studying me then looking back to the pages he had previously ripped, "You like it?" I sat down next to him, picking up the old paper, but somehow i liked the smell of the aged paper. Weird.

"Yeah, I do. I like it a lot." I said while bobbing my head, i tried to tear away my eyes but had great difficulty in doing so. "If only you liked me like that.." I heard him mumble, i bit my lip, inhaling sharply, feeling the familiar heat engulfing my cheeks.

"Hey!" Jimin shouted, making me gasp in surprise. "What?!" I groaned, "our shirts are the same colour!" I stifled a laugh, how childish is he? "So?" He smiled, putting his chin on top of his hand and said, "Guess we're soulmates, you cant deny who you're fated with!" He smiled wider, making me breathe out the air i sucked up.

"I guess i cant, can I?"

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Yes, you cant [Y/N]. I shall see you in the next lifetime, [Y/N].

-just me