Jimin Imagines

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It all started at the beginning of the semester. Jimin was a new student at your school and of course you had to show him around for being in the same TA. But you didn't know that he was going to be in most of your classes as well.
He was shy and quiet, but had a great sense of humor and was quite attractive, at least, according to all the women in the school. He had great grades but all he ever did was draw in class. It made the students wonder why and how. Some thought that he swooned his teachers, persuading them -in some way- to give him the best marks.    

You liked drawing in class too. And you did happen to notice Jimin, how could you not? He pulled and tugged on your curiosity, making you want to talk to him and ask him all the questions that have been bugging up in your mind. But you didn't budge.

You occasionally talked about music or art since there was nothing else you thought you had in common with him.
But boy were you wrong.
Everything you liked, he liked too. All except for one.

In your art class, you and Jimin sat at polar opposites of the room. That was, until your teacher said you were starting a charcoal sketching unit. That's when you saw a wave of a hand, the only one you haven't seen all year, fly up. The room went quiet as everyone stared at him until the teacher walked over.
"Would it be possible to move closer?" Jimin asked, his voice like an angel, "I'm not very good at this stuff and I would really like to see how things are done" he smiled gently. You could practically feel half the girls in the class sigh and swoon over him right there, which just made you roll your eyes.

"Sure... Sit wherever you want" The teacher said as he watched Jimin smile, taking all his stuff from where he sat, and moving closer and closer towards you until he took a seat right beside you.

You looked at him with wide eyes but he only smiled at you, "Hi Y/N" He said happily.
"Hi..."
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"You'll be sketching or painting a picture of a person. It can be anyone, from the person beside you to someone in the movies. The project will be due next week, it's worth 20 marks. You may begin planning today" Your teacher spoke. You smiled happily, this was one of your best styles of art. And what makes it better is that you were quite fond of drawing people.

You were happily writing and sketching down ideas, music filling your ears as your head bobbed to the beat. Until you were disturbed by someone tapping your arm.
You pulled out your earphone to see Jimin looking right at you, perhaps even a small blush on his face.

"Huh?" You said almost right away.
"I said, you're really beau-I mean- your drawings are really beautiful" He said shyly. You snorted a bit before smiling gently, "Thank you, I'm sure your drawings are great too... Can I see?" You asked as you placed a hand on his sketchbook. Then he grabbed it back with two hands, "You Can't!" He said in a defending tone, causing you -and the rest of the class- to look at him in shock. You felt embarrassment rise on your face as you stuck your earbud back in, muttering a small "Sorry" before going back to your work.

At the corner of your eye, you watched as his mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but then he closed it and rested his head in his arms on the desk, hiding his face.
He sat in that position for the rest of the class and it made you start to worry about him. But at the same time, you were curious as to why he would hide his drawings like that. Were they bad? Was he embarrassed about them? Was there something he drew that he didn't want anyone to see?

When the bell rung, signaling the end of the class and the end of the day, you watched as people left the room. You packed up your stuff, but Jimin still sat there. Finally, you took out your earphones and tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't look. Was he sleeping?
But then, something else caught your eye. It was his sketchbook that was thrown across him to the other side of the table. You looked at him before looking back at his notebook. You slowly grabbed it, careful not to wake him, and you flipped it open, starting at page one.
His drawings were beautiful. You didn't understand why he would want to hide something like that. You kept flipping through the pages, watching how his sketches changed over time. Instead of objects, he began drawing people, and really good drawings too.
But then one page you flipped to amazed you. It was a drawing that looked like you. You started flipping faster and all of them were full of drawings of you.

"Oh" you said quietly, making sure he wasn't awake. You flipped to the last page which was a picture of the two of you holding hands and you blushed. Did Jimin like you?

You heard him groan and you quickly closed the sketchbook and placed it back onto the table.

He brought up his head and ruffled his hair as he blinked to adjust to the light, "Huh? What time is it?" He asked, looking at the clock. He looked around the room, noticing everyone was gone, "Am I still dreaming?"

Then you cleared you throat and his head snapped towards you, "Y/N?! W-What are you doing in my dream? Are you real?" He said as he stood up and poked your cheeks.

"Fuck. Your face is so soft... and cute... like always" He whispered as he was about to touch them again.

"Jimin" You coughed, stopping his movements.

He froze in place, "...Y/N?"

"Jimin?" You said again. You would have laughed, but your heart was beating too fast.

"Shit. This isn't a dream is it..."

"Nope"

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" He said as he panicked, grabbing his notebook and rushing out of the classroom before you could stop him.
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The next day, you didn't bump into Jimin at all. You even tried looking for him and he was nowhere to be found. You grew worried once again, but this time you wondered why. Sure Jimin was nice and a great person, but did you really swoon over him like those other girls? Yeah you've caught yourself thinking about him every now and then and man when he sat down beside you that day, your heart was beating at an incredible pace.

Oh.

So maybe you did like him. And maybe you needed to see his sketchbook to figure that out. That pushed you harder, giving you the energy to go and find him. It was after school, but you still looked for him. And eventually, you found him sitting on the rooftop, his head up against the wall, eyes closed.

"Jimin!" You yelled, out of breath. His eyes snapped open to face you, "Y-Y/N? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on your way home right now" He said, eyes still wide.
"Yeah? Well. So are you" You said as you walked over to him and sat beside him, catching your breath, "Jimin..." You started.
"Look, I'm sorry Y/N... That was so embarrassing and I- I don't know what to do. I-"

"Jimin" You said plainly, just smiling, "I saw all those drawings you did" you said quietly. You noticed the blush on his face rise.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of! You're an amazing drawer! Even better than me probably" You giggled.

"What? No- wait. You saw my sketchbook? That means..." He said as he had a look of horror on his face.

"Yeah... I really like that last picture you drew" You smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder. He was flustered because he didn't know what to do with his hands. Should he wrap them around you? Did you even like him back? You had to, right?

"You mean, the one holding hands?" He asked as you nodded, grabbing his hand and intertwining it with yours. His thumb rubbed over your hand, feeling the soft touch of it and smiling widely.

"I like you too Jimin" You smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"This better not be a dream or else I'm going to kill myself" He said.

"I don't know, pinch my face and maybe you'll find out"