it won't change • p.jm ✔️

『14』

Third person

It was a Sunday and Jimin had just woken up from his sleep. He didn't get up, he just admired Jiyeon and everything about her.

"When did I start loving you?" He asks himself.

He smiled at her facial features, sleeping not so beautifully. Her hair was a mess, one of her legs were sprawled out on Jimin's leg, and her shirt had come up just barely under her bra.

Jimin makes a face of distaste, but soon smiles again.

One of Jiyeon's eyes opened to see if Jimin was still looking at her, she was just fake sleeping.

"Don't pretend I didn't see you open your eyes."

Jiyeon just turned to her other side after what Jimin had said.

"Get your lazy ass out of bed."

"Woah, woah, woah. Watch your language." Jiyeon mumbled.

"Oh now you decide to speak."

Jiyeon sat up on the bed, still feeling a little sleepy. She was sitting on the bed yawning and brushing her hair out of her face.

With a slight push, from Jimin, she fell off the bed. Jimin was laughing like crazy and Jiyeon just groaned.

"What was that for?" Jiyeon whined.

"I guess you FELL FOR ME!!!!"

"You need help." Jiyeon smirked, "but toucan play at that game." Jimin laughed out of her childishness.

Jiyeon pulled hard on the sheets of the bed, making Jimin fall on the ground.

Jimin

Oh that little bastard. She's there laughing in the corner laughing her ass off.

I rush over to her and begin to tickle her.

No reaction. What. Is. This.

"Did you really think I was ticklish?" She mocked.

Just as she says this, she begins to tickle me everywhere. I scrunch my nose and began laughing.

"What's this? You squeak when you laugh!" She just tightly hugged me.

"You're like a teddy bear!" She squeals.

"I never knew you had that in you." I chuckle, "But I don't have to be like that."

Third person

Jimin's face was extremely intimidating to Jiyeon. She wasn't scared, nor was she anxious- just nervous.

Jimin's face inched closer to Jiyeon's face and the heat radiating off the two could be felt by one one another.

A blush rose to Jiyeon's face. Jimin tried his best to leave his tough guy look, but inside he was fanboying at her face.

Jimin cupped Jiyeon's cheeks in his hands and kissed her. He continued to kiss her as Jiyeon placed her arms around his neck.

Jimin continued to kiss her on her lips.

"No-stop." Jiyeon said trying to push him off her.

Jimin just continued to kiss her and she refused to have Jimin have his way.

"Seriously," Jiyeon said with an annoyed tone in her voice.

Jiyeon forcefully pushed him off her wit

"Everyone is right. You just want to get in girls' pants." She spok.

"That's not true. What are you on?" Jimin felt slightly hurt, it's not his fault that he was a horny, horomonal teenager.

"Nothing, do you even love me?" Jiyeon asked quizzically.

"Of course I do. Why do you think I am here?" Jimin shouted in protest.

"Well we literally confessed to each other yesterday, and here you are making your way to fucking me."

"Hey, look I'm not used to this. Give me a chance."

"Chances my ass, I don't think anyone wants a partner who rapes them."

"Scream all you want. Cry all you want. Just know I won't be doing it for you. You, out of all the girls I have dated, are the first to make me end a relationship so quickly."

"Great, I'm first in something." Jiyeon rolled her eyes.

"Well then know, your first boyfriend, is breaking up with you on our first day of dating."

"Well your the first to leave the house so quickly!"

"Fine. Not like I wanted to see you anymore, bitch." After Jimin had muttered that, the door swung closed and Jiyeon found herself at the door.

JIYEON

Tears began pouring out of my eyes.

"I'm not gonna cry over him."

"I'm not gonna cry over him." I say it a little louder.

"I am not gonna cry over him!" The volume increases.

"I am not gonna cry over him!" I'm shouting, my face is a mess, and I have no one to call for help.

The only other caring person I could trust is who I called. Who am I kidding it's both of our faults. Why do I have to be so short tempered? I hate this about myself.

"Yeah hey."

"I'm doing not so okay. Could you come over?"

"Thanks so much."

"I'm sending you my address right now."

"I'll tell you everything once you come over."

"Thanks so much again."

I then ended the call. Waiting for him, my only hope. He was always there. Like a candle who always illuminated everyone's lives.

A/n: sorry for not many updates this week. I will try to update everyday. Anyway I hope you're enjoying so far, I've literally just been binge-watching on Netflix lol. Love you all. 💕

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