Boys|jjk+pjm+kth|Boyxboy

Pollyanna

Part8

Kim Taehyung

"A singer."

"A fashion designer," 

"Somebody,"

My eyes flicker to Jungkook who's staring at his plate with glassy eyes. My knees stop brushing against his as the table grows quiet. I look up at Jimin who has the same worried expression.

Suddenly Jungkook shakes his head, forcing a smile. "Well don't get quiet." He chuckles.

I smile and continue to eat. It's not really our place to ask him to elaborate on that. We haven't been friends that long. I turn the conversation back to what Jimin was talking about. "So, if you dye your hair orange, I'll dye mine red."

"I'll go blonde." Jungkook smiles. A real one this time.

Jimin turns to him with wide eyes. "Blonde?"

He nods shyly. "Yeah, I like the way it looks on Taehyung."

"Me too."

I blush taking a sip of my drink. "I'm glad you both like it.

♥

"Where have you been?"

I ignore Baekhyun as I walk upstairs, holding tightly onto the napkin in my pocket. Once in my room, I waste no time locking the door and pulling out the napkin.

I quickly put the address into my phone, smilingly when it wasn't too far away. Now I just had to wait until Friday and I could be with them again. Peacefully in the warmth of Jimin's house.

A loud knock at my door turns me from my thoughts. "Go away."

I hear him chuckle before leaning against the door. "Listen turd, I'm having a party next weekend and I would love it if you weren't there."

"I doubt mom's letting you have a party."

I hear him scoff. "Clearly you haven't been paying attention. That woman was barely home last week, I'm positive I can get away with one day. Plus, my baby brother wouldn't tell would he?"

I sit on my bed with a sigh. "I don't care that much."

"I'll take that as a no."

As his footsteps retreat my phone rings. "Hey Jimin."

"Hi, sorry to call even though we kinda just saw each other and all. You know because you just left and Jungkook was there too he had this cute beanie and-"

I chuckle making him stop. "The reason you called?"

"Oh right! I forgot to get Kookies number, do you have it?"

I frowned shaking my head. "No I don't, I'm sorry."

"Oh," I could almost hear his frown. "Well that's fine, we'll get it later. Anyway, see you at my house Friday?"

"Definitely."

"Okay bye."

"Bye." I kept the phone to my ear as I waited for the beep. "Jimin hang up."

"You hang up."

"Just end the call."

"End it at the same time."

I bit my lip to stop a giggle. Jimin could be so cute at times. "Fine, ready...go!"

Park Jimin

I carefully fixed the living room as I waited for their arrival. My parents weren't home which wasn't new. It was hard to imagine my parents even existed. It seems like they only appear at the wrong time. However, from the messy note they left, they were out on a 'date night', whatever that meant.

Carefully, I put the bowl of popcorn on the table and took a step back. It's not my first time having friends over but it's the first time they are coming over.

With a deep breath, I check myself in the mirror one last time before sitting on the couch to wait. My leg bounces slightly and it's a little embarrassing how anxious I am.

But for what?

Was I excited about them coming over or seeing them? Jungkook? Taehyung? Both of them? My eyes widen as I realize it's butterflies I feel, but for who?

I jump slightly as the doorbell rings. Clearing my throat, I go over to open the door. The sight makes me smile. Taehyung is resting comfortably on Jungkooks back while the older boy bounces slightly. "I'm next." I joke but Taehyung's eyes glisten.

In seconds he's off of Jungkook and I'm on his back. I make a weird noise as he starts to jog around the living room. "Put me down, I'm heavy!"

Taehyung laughs running faster. "You're kidding, I'm positive you're lighter than Kook and I combined."

"I second that."

My cheeks heat up as he sits me down next to Jungkook, only to pull me on his lap. "See, Kook agrees."

Jungkook nods, throwing an arm around Taehyung. "It's true, you're like a baby."

"Yah!" I hit his arm slightly. "I'm older than Taehyung."

"By a month." The blonde points out.

"Okay fine, whatever. Oh, what's that?" I ask, noticing the plastic bag next to Jungkooks feet.

"Hair dye."

♥

"I'm ready!" I yell from my bathroom. The sink is dyed with a bright orange and so are my fingers. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. I like the color very much, but I really want to know what the boys think.

"Same!" They yell and my stomach flutters.

I can barely keep my excitement in as I open the door. Taehyung and Jungkook are sitting on the floor with towels wrapped around their hair. I close the door behind me and go to sit in front of them. "Who's first?"

"I'll go." Taehyung beams. We both turn to him as he slowly unwraps the towel. "Ta-da!"

I hear Jungkook's breath hitch but I don't move. My eyes are trained on Taehyung's hair. When he said red I didn't think he meant fiery red. My heart skips a beat as he shakes his head, letting the uneven strands cover his eyes.

He looks between the both of us with his mouth forming an o. "What, does it look okay?"

I hum looking away. "It's great."

Jungkook nods. "Yeah." His eyes flutter to mine. "You can go next."

"It's won't be as good as Tae's," I mutter, wasting no time pulling off the towel. Just as before it gets quiet making me cough awkwardly. "S-Say you hate it."

"I love it."

"Me too."

I groan, covering my face. "Kookie it's your turn." I peek out from my fingers to see him nod.

When the towel leaves his head, the entire world freezes. Well, that's what it felt like. No one moves, including Jungkook who's eyes are focused on my carpet.

I'm not sure how long we were starting but luckily Taehyung breaks the quiet with a laugh. "Damn Kook, you look hot."

I blush at Taehyung's choice of words, although he's not talking about me. Jungkook's eyes widen as he turns to push Taehyung slightly. "Stop talking."

I smile at his actions then I feel it again. Butterflies in my stomach start fluttering but just as before, I don't know for who. I need to get my feelings straight and fast.

I want to have one of these boys.