Kpop Imagines (Fan Focus)

When Love Hits Both Ways: Allison, Jhope, Jimin

     December 25th. Christmas Day. I don't even know why we have school. It's that time of the year where everyone walks around the school with their lovers, snuggling close and showing affection. That's typical here at Weedoma Arts Academy. I just wished I had that somebody. Just then, the school bell rang. Well, I guess I'd better head to class now. I walked to my last art class of the day.

   Alone.

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I walked into Dance class and sat on the side awaiting for instruction. All the dreamy idol like boys and girls stayed at the far end. Man, how I wish I could be like them.

There was Yuri Kwon. She was tanned perfectly, long haired, an amazing dancer and sang. She was quite good at it all.

There was Seokjin Kim. He wasn't exactly the most skilled dancer but did he have some vocals in him! He would often talk to Taehyung Kim about singing on an OST one day.

There was Jungkook Jeon. This boy is good at everything. Everything from vocals to rapping to dancing to board games. You name it he does it. He's the youngest out of all of us so they all typically call him the Golden Maknae.

All they do is stare and snicker at me. I don't exactly have people to socialize with here in this class. I've tried to gain Jungkookie's attention many times before. It's like he's trying to ruin my life. He's so cute. He's so perfect.

I tried to snap a few photos on my phone so I could prove to my friends I do go to school with a bunch of idols in the making. But just as I was about to, our intructor walked in, "Alright guys today we are going to have some very special Christmas Eve guest dancers with us today. They have traveled all the way to LA from Seoul, South Korea!"

Seoul, huh? Shocking... Nearly all of my fellow dance classmates were Korean and being nearly the only non-Asian dancer here, I wasn't looking forward to more of them. I went to reach for my headphones in my bag so I could work on my piece for the show next month. Alone.

"I want you all to give a warm welcome our guests, Hoseok Jung and Jimin Park."

My heart stopped, the Jung Hoseok, J-Hope?? The Park Jimin??

My head turned. They walked in looking just as I had imagined but more handsome. I have admired them from a far. Watching their videos, watching their moments together. I caught myself staring heavily at Hoseok's defined features. I was speechless.

The "idols-to-be" swarmed the two asking for idol auditioning advice. Jimin and Hoseok answered their questions. I was still on the side by myself headphones in ready to work. I thought that I could ask them to help me on my piece. But then my heart sunk at the fact I knew that wasn't going to happen. Realizing I was never going to have a chance, I walked their way with my head down and walked out the door to get to my locker. Little did I know, that J-hope had been watching me the whole time.

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I grabbed my sweatpants to change into for the class as well as my street shoes. I closed my locker and sighed. As I turned to go back to class my path was blocked by 2 familiar beings. My head was still down so the shoes were clear as day. Those shoes! Distraught and shocked at the possibility, I looked up. There, standing before me, was Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin.

Jimin looked me in the eyes and smiled. He brought his hand to my face and brushed the loose hairs away. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "What's the matter? Why the long face?" His English was quite shocking.

J-hope came and hugged me from behind, with his chin on my shoulder. I froze. I saw all of the "idol wannabes" staring through the doorway of the studio. I managed to speak, "Hi. I wanna ask you guys a question." J-hope moved next to Jimin.

They nodded, "What's up?"

My heart was pounding, "Umm...could you guys help me with a piece I'm working on?"

Their faces lit up. J-hope smiled, "Allison." How does he know my name??

"Do you know the reason we are here?"

I shook my head

Jimin smiled, "You."

I went pale. Jimin and Hoseok of South Korea came to LA for me?? I saw the wannabes turn evil.

Jimin hugged me tightly and whispered to me, "I'll help you."
He rubbed my back. "Just tell me how." He then kissed the top of my head, winked, and walked back into the studio. The wannabes followed him into the room.

In the hall, left only me and Jhope. He looked at me with these eyes. This stare. Before I could say a word he abruptly pressed me against the wall completely taking over the mood. His face was so close to mine. I looked him in the eye and he was looking at me. His arms were on the wall on both sides of me preventing me from leaving. He leaned towards my ear, "Jimin won't have you." I froze again, hands straight by my side, "I...uh..."

He pulled away from my ear maintaining the distance between us, his face directly in front of mine. He went back and whispered to me, "Don't believe me? I'll show you"
He, then, brought both of his hands to my face, one on each side. Placed his forehead on mine, eyes closed. He slightly pulled back again, eyes looking softly into mine. He then went in and his lips met mine. He backed up and grabbed my hand, "Let's see if Jimin can top that one. Come on. We have a dance to do." Both in shock and fear, we walked into the studio hand in hand. Two different loves, only one girl. Probably the best Christmas ever.