Quiver | Jungkook Fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter One

I'll be the first to tell you I was completely, 100% devoted to Park Jimin. I fell in love with him since I first came to boarding school, all the way back to 3rd grade. I don't know if it was because when I tripped in the hall he was the only one who bothered helping me up, patting my cheek and giving me his last piece of gum, or because of his soft features and total adorableness, but something drew me to him almost immediately.

And I haven't been able to get anyone out of my head since.

I'd look forward to the next school year, knowing he'd be there. My parents would always ask me why I seemed so fidgety when I was with them, but it was simply because I couldn't wait to see the handsome boy once again. Obsessed? I suppose you could say that. But I've never stalked him, or written any stories of one of our possible futures together, or even looked up names for our future children. No, I just liked him. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot. I loved him. If he were in danger, I wouldn't hesitate to save him.

"Diana-ssi!" A hand waved in front of my face, and I snapped out of my trance- or usual thoughts of Park Jimin. "Diana Kang! I swear to God, if you don't stop ogling at Jimin I'll slap you."

My eyes flickered to my friend, Bonnie. She wore her pissed off expression, showing me she was unhappy with how I managed to zone out yet again. Her black coated nails rapped against our lunch table, and she pursed her lips. I gave her an apologetic smile, reaching forward to tug at a strand of her long, blonde hair.

"Sorry, Bonnie," I snicker. "I can't help it."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, swatting my hand away. "Honestly, I don't see what you find so great about him. He's not that handsome, and honestly? He seems full of himself from time to time."

I gasped, withdrawing from her immediately. "And what do you mean by that? Park Jimin is perhaps the sweetest boy I've ever met!"

Bonnie hated Jimin. I really never knew why, but for some reason, she hated him from the core. I don't understand why, though. He's been nothing but nice to her, smiling whenever we pass by him. She'd always scoff at his efforts to be kind, and instead dragging me away as I tried not to show my beet red face.

"Look, he's really nothing special," Bonnie sighed. "He's just probably another one of those fuckboys who tries to get into girl's pants. He drags you in with smiles, but he'll throw you away as soon as he gets what he wants. Believe me, Diana, I know the type. Besides, he doesn't really even seem to pay attention to anyone. He sort of just... drifts. He doesn't seem close with anyone, he doesn't bond, and he's sort of just that one who everyone knows, but no one knows. I mean... that's sort of sketchy, don't you think? It's like when you don't even have a best friend, just a bunch of... friends."

I shook my head. "I don't think he's one of those types. He isn't a fuckboy; he's too sweet for that. And I mean, maybe he just needs someone to talk to..."

Bonnie quirked a brow in response. "Then why don't you? You clearly seem so desperate to talk to him."

I got flustered, my cheeks pink and my eyes wide. "W-What? N-No. I could never." I gave her a side glance, seeing her seriously? face. "Don't look at me like that. You've never even had a crush. Maybe if you liked someone, you'd know. Now that I think about it, you never really had anyone you liked..."

Her brows furrowed, and Bonnie's lips went small and pursed. "You know, maybe I have."

I laughed. "You? Bonnie Lin? Have a crush? I'd think you'd tell me." Based off of her still-pissed-off expression, though, that might not have been the best mood. My smile dropped and I whispered to her quietly. "Wait... have you had a crush?"