My Idol [BTS JIN]

#19

[CHAPTER #19]

Yeonji's Point Of View

It's cold out. The pavement's white from fresh snow that is still falling up until now. My boots crunch the thick layer underneath my feet, filling the silence. Although it's cold, I don't feel cold. I feel warm and cosy inside. It's a brand new feeling I've found after the incident. It's not quite love yet, but it's a similar feeling. 

I'm gripping his hand tightly, to keep my balance. He laughs at how clingy I'm being, but he doesn't complain. We continue to walk down the covered path on our way home. I stumble from stepping in a deep patch of snow, but his arms are quick and find themselves around my waist in no time. 

I look up at him and smile from his kind gesture. He returns his smile pinching my cheeks while doing so.

"Jimin-ah!" I whine as he lets go. He chuckles and we carry on walking. I don't know how things changed so fast. I was distraught with what happened between Jin and I, but Jimin came and saved me from my worries along with the rest of the boys. 

"Jahgiya, you need to be more careful," he says gripping onto my waist again. His touch awakens me, even though I'm wearing a thick ass coat. 

"Don't worry about me, Chim-Chim. I'm doing just fine," I laugh at his concern. He's incredibly caring. There is never a moment where I feel uncared for or unloved. That's what I like about him.

"Ah, Onji. You know me! I always~ care about you,"

I turn away to hide the smile forming and he steals a kiss on my cheek. I think back to last week and the night it all happened. For a Winter Formal, it was better than it seemed.

DECEMBER 4TH

"Jimin where are you taking me?" I curse under my breath as he drags me out of the hall. Tonight is the night of the Winter Formal. Me and the girls all decided to get the same dress in three different colours so we could be some bomb ass girl group. I chose a faded pink, because I'm old school as fuck.

As I was saying, Jimin drags me from the dance floor we were happily just dancing on and out of the building. 

"Trust me," is all he says before leading me into an empty corridor. He lets go of my hand  and checks other hallways to see if we're alone. 

He faces me with a serious look on his face. He's just staring at me. I stare back to equalise the tension. He stops staring and sighs, rushing a hand through his flowing hair. 

"I don't want to make this any more awkward than it already is, so I'm going to just come out and say it," he rushes nervously. 

"You're gay?"

"What? No! That's not what I was going to-,"

"You're bisexual?"

"No. Yeonji listen-,"

"Ahh, I get it. You-,"

"I LIKE YOU!" he shouts over my funny interruptions. I'm shocked at what he says. Did I even hear him correctly? He likes me?

"Y-you do?" I stutter in surprise. If anything I was not expecting that.

"Yes. I have for a while now. I've been wanting to tell you and I decided now would be a good time," he explains honestly, "So, Yes. I like you. I don't know whether you like me back, but It'd be nice if you gave me even the smallest chance."

I can't seem to find the words to respond to him in my brain. There's too many thoughts running around my head. 

"Just one date," he requests holding up one finger.