[RE-EDITING]Follow My Tune - Jimin x Reader

Tingly Feeling

A/N: Pls excuse any grammatical typos or similar, thank you!:)

You didn't know exactly where Jimin were taking you, but he continued to pull you out of Yunseo's apartment. Still a bit shocked about what happened at the party, you hadn't been able to say anything. But since he now were pulling you outside without even looking at you, you decided to speak up.

"Jimin where are we going, let go off me?!" you said trying to get him off your wrist, suddenly he stopped and turned around. His red eyes were filled with anger, but immediately softened as he saw your struggling face. And he let go off your wrist, all of a sudden looking a bit sad as he stared down at the ground avoiding eye contact with you.

"I'm sorry y/n, I don't know what flew into me. It was just that when I saw that guy touching you like that, it just...I don't know." he said still avoiding your stare. But then he all of a sudden looked up at you, his eyes now narrowing as he shot a glare at you. "But why did you sit down at his table from the beginning, and in his lap too!? You know it was a really stupid move!" you were just about to answer him, when your throat went dry and you couldn't get out a single word. His statement had made you realize that you actually wasn't sure why you had put yourself in such a stupid situation. Jimin raised an eyebrow, impatiently waiting for an answer as you didn't answer right away.

"I did it to get rid of you, you're always bothering me." you finally snapped back at him after some minutes of silence. Jimin's mouth suddenly turned into a smirk, as he put his hands into his pockets and looked at you with a teasing look.

"Or was it perhaps a lame attempt of trying to make me jealous. I know you secretly like my teasing y/n, it's pretty clear." you rolled your eyes at his childish comment and then started to walk away from him, you were going home.

Looking after you as you turned a corner, Jimin put his hands in his pockets and chuckled darkly.

"Do you think that you can escape from me that easily huh? Well I have only just started y/n."

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The next morning you sat at your small round table in the kitchen, and drank your usual cup of coffee. Your fingers scrolled over the screen of your phone, browsing through your social medias. There wasn't exactly any special plans for the day, so you had been taking the opportunity to sleep in for extra long this morning. With a long sigh you got up from the table to go getting dressed, so you headed into your bedroom and opened the doors to your closet. As you looked into the white wooden closet, eyes scanning over the garments one by one. You frowned as you thought for yourself "Gosh, why do I only have boring old clothes?" . And that's when I decided that I would take a trip down to the mall.

You picked out a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans and changed into them, you let your hair fall down over your shoulders. It was a casual but decent look, not too dramatic or anything since you didn't have any specific plans on meeting anyone today.

Outside the wind blew cold, it made you shudder a bit as you hugged the thin jacket closer to your body. The bus stop wasn't that far away, so as the familiar small bus shelter appeared in your view, you increased your pace and headed over to the bench that was inside of the the shelter. The bus arrived shortly afterwards, and you stepped on and took a seat in the middle section. There weren't too many people on the bus, so to your relief you found yourself a seat by the window. During the trip you let your eyes glide over the things that the bus passed by. A young mom with her two children who clinged onto her, as she tried to carry a plastic bag filled with groceries. A middle aged man in a suit, who stood with his back against the wall while smoking on a cigarette. There were so many different people, people that all of them were focusing on their own lives. You found it pretty interesting to just observe people from afar, thinking about how their lives looked like, what their dreams was. It might sound weird, but you had always preferred to look at people from afar than to actually speak to them. Not that you were a creep or anything that were staring at other people, it was just that you liked to observe people around you. It was probably because of that you had always been pretty shy.