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fifteen

i gave up chasing after jimin. i have been running after him for the past 5 minutes, trying to have him delete a picture of me that he took the second time.

"yah yah! i give up!" i said in between pants. he laughed and ran next to me. then he shoved me lightly. i gave him a glare. "you're so unfit." he laughed. well, i mean i'm not those type of people who runs around a lot. i'm lazy.

"yah! it's not my fault that you're a fast runner!" i tried to think of another excuse. not that i don't like being called 'unfit' or anything. it just hurt my pride to have the truth slapped right across my face.

"oh really?" he smirked, raising a brow. "fine. i'm the unfit one." i sighed, rolling my eyes. i quickly slammed down, laying on the mat, still panting from the run. "aigoo." he sat next to me, ruffling my hair.

i pouted and slapped his hand away from my hair. it was already tangled up from all the running. i didn't need him to mess it up even more.

"yah come here." i looked at him confused. "where?" i asked, looking around. "here!" he urged, pointing to his lap. i blushed. d-did he want m-me to sit on him?

"h-huh?" i stuttered. "lay your head on my lap. quick." he whined. strangely, i obeyed him. and damn, did it feels like heaven. is this why couples love lying down on each other?

then he continued playing with my hair. i felt butterflies in my stomach as he did that. "your hair is really smooth." i blushed at his words. "t-thanks?"

then i looked up at his hair. "your hair colour is really pretty though.." i mumbled, pouting. since i was kind of jealous that he got to dye his hair. and i wasn't allowed too. yoongi would kill me for that. but it's ironic how he always colour his hair.

"you wanna have a colour like mine?" he asked while smiling. i quickly shook my head. "why not?" he pouted. "i wouldn't look good in coloured hair." that was half true.

"but you never know if you never try." he cooed. then i had a second thought. i have always envied those people who have coloured hair. which was one of the reasons why jimin caught my attention amongst the busy street.

"come on. it wouldn't be that bad. you just have to choose a colour that suits you." i sighed as he managed to convince me. "maybe some other time." i said, making him smile widely.

"i always manage to get you into something, huh?" he smirked. i nodded, agreeing with him. little did you know, i was slowly getting into you too..

"when do you want to do your hair then?" he asked. "maybe some time after my project is done." i smiled.
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i rubbed my stomach, feeling full as ever. i have never eaten so much before. it was my first time going on a picnic date too.

"hey. let's go somewhere else?" he asked, making me groan. at this point, i was too lazy to move. "why can't we just stay here instead? it's pretty here." i pouted, looking at the beautiful evening sky.

"you're prettier though." he said, making me blush. god, why is he making me feel all this type of feelings?!

"so what do you want to do?" i asked, quickly getting up. "you're cute when you're shy." he teased. i rolled my eyes. why does he always give me compliments that aren't true? he's only making me fall for his small trap.

"i just asked you a question." i frowned a little. but he ignored my words, leaning closer to me. my heart began pounding faster. what is he gonna do now?

i backed away each time he became closer to me. "wait!" he shouted, putting his hand behind my head, as if he was protecting me from something. "you're about to hit that tree." he said, pointing behind me. oh jimin, you should have let me crash into that tree. i'd rather do that than to face you like this.