The Heart Wants What It Wants [Jimin X Reader]

3

We were currently sitting in class, since everyone was out eating their lunch or just messing around the school.

I sat in my seat and Jimin moved his so it was facing mine.

He got an ice pack from the nurse and wrapped some paper towels around it. He gently placed it into my knee and I jumped a bit from the cold.

"Ah, sorry, it's kinda cold.", He chuckled out.

"No shit, Sherlock.", I mentally facepalmed.

He just smiled to himself while holding the ice pack against my knee. He seemed so calm.

"Uh, thanks again, for that back there. Although, I could've probably gotten myself out of it." I rested my chin on the palm of my hand.

Jimin looked up from my leg to face me and raised a brow amused.

"I mean, eventually. The guy looked pretty stupid.", I shrugged.

"Y/n, I know you can defend yourself and all, but it isn't the same fighting a guy that's the football team star."

He checked to see if my knee was back to normal and wiped off the water that stayed from the pack melting.

"I don't care if he's the damn president. It pisses me off that he thinks he can do whatever he wants with any girl. That is ridiculous. I am my own person, if he thought I was like all these other dumbass girls here, he was WAY wrong." , I huffed out annoyed and crossed my arms while leaning back in my seat.

Jimin looked at me surprised and set the pack somewhere else, so his desk won't get wet.

"Well, I'm glad you think that way."

I looked over at him and he smiled. It seemed genuine for once.

I smiled back by instinct.

"So, I've been meaning to ask you something..", he ran his fingers through his hair.

Wasn't it brown a couple weeks ago? Now it's pink? I guess I didn't notice.

"What, exactly?"

"Well.."

He scooted his desk closer this time, we were side by side. He ended up basically trapped between my desk and his. I just rested my head onto my hand and looked at him.

"I've been thinking and wanted to ask weeks ago, but I didn't know how since we never really got along."

"Yeah, basically."

He chuckled nervously and smiled softly.

"I wanted to ask, if you would like to start fresh and be friends?"

Be friends?

What are we 6?

He was nervous to ask me to Be FRieNDS?

I blinked quiet a few times and just looked at him.

His smile faded and he cleared his throat.

"I mean, I just thought we could try and get along.."

"Jimin."

"Ne?"

"I know we never got along. I know you made my life a living hell. I eventually got used to all the damn teasing. But what, I haven't been picked on in 2 years? So considering that..."

I thought for a second while he just looked down at his desk.

What if this is just another trick of his? What if he laughs in my face and pinched me afterwards? But then again he's been different for a long time now. He did help me out. I suppose this would be my way of thanking him.