GUAPO

CUATRO.

"okay, let me get this straight," jin sighed, "you want to know more about this park jimin? for what reason?" he questioned, tilting his head.

"hyung, i told you! he came up to me and i need to know more about him!" he sighed out, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"cute." he chuckled and patted yoongi's head, a small pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

"hyung, come on!" yoongi huffed and furrowed his eyebrows.

"honestly, i don't know much about him. have you asked namjoon? i'm sure he knows about him."

"i did but he didn't give much information." yoongi spoke, scratching the back of his neck.

"sorry, i can't help you. all i know is that he's really smart. came from busan to seoul." he spoke and with a small shrug, he walked away. leaving yoongi wondering more about who this spanish speaking boy was.
—
"i'm going to the library, see you!" yoongi waved goodbye at namjoon and rushed back home.

he wasn't going to lie— he was quite excited. maybe it was the fact that jimin seemed small and innocent. his voice sweet like honey and so silky smooth.

he was definitely excited to see him once again.

yoongi hurriedly opened the door to his home, threw his bookbag onto the floor and rushed to his room, picking out a random book and rushing back to the entrance.

with a quick movement of his hand, he managed to grab his keys, close and lock the door of his home.

he felt so happy he was sure he could skip to the library.
—
"taehyung, i'm sorry. i just can't today."

"are you going to the library again?" he asked, his voice sounding clear through the speaker of jimin's phone.

".. yeah."

"why am i not surprised?" taehyung laughed, "you sound excited, what's up?"

"you see," jimin sighed happily and laid down on his bed, "there's this guy and he's so cute and my heart just— his voice! it's rough but sweet and he's so cute when he's confused." jimin smiled, a pink blush scattered on his cute cheeks.

"are you in love?" taehyung laughed.

"no, no," jimin spoke, "probably not."
—
"hey, guapo." jimin laughed quietly and sat in front of yoongi.

"what does that mean?" yoongi asked, closing his book.

"you tell me." jimin smiled and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. 
"is it an insult?"

"on the contrary." jimin whispered out as he leaned back forward.

"you're from busan, aren't you?" yoongi asked as he pushed his book to the side.

"what?" he sobered up, "how do you know that?"

"dialect."

"and you're from daegu?"

"how d--"

"accent and dialect," he smiled, "by the way, your lisp is cute. it's barely noticiable." he grinned.

"stop." yoongi huffed.

"un hombre de busan y otro de daegu. buena pareja ¿no crees?" jimin laughed quietly, knowing that yoongi wouldn't be able to understand.

"i only understood busan and daegu but if you're thinking that this will be a good friendship, you're wrong."

"i'll befriend you."

"what if you don't?"

"i'll move back to busan, leave my education here, and forget that i ever met you," jimin grinned, "that's how confident i am."