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~*From part 2 or 3*~
"What's taking her so long" you mumbled to yourself, your foot tapping impatiently on the hard tile floor. You sat down on your chair, eagerly waiting for Lisa to hurry over to the school so you could set up your booth for the elections.
"Can you stop tapping your foot it's getting annoying" a voice called out from the side. Recognizing that voice, you turned around to see Jimin sitting in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, staring right at you.
"Well, sorry that one of us takes this seriously" you replied back, forgetting about waiting for Lisa as you hurried along to begin setting up your station yourself. Reaching into your box, you pulled out a banner and began to unfold it as you prepared to hang it on the wall behind the booth. When you tried to reach up, you were slightly shorter than the height that you wanted. You tried again on the tips of your toes, but still no luck. You fell back to your feet with a sigh, holding on to the banner with defeat.
"This is getting depressing" you heard Jimin mumbled from behind. Before you could turn around to say something, you felt his arms snake from behind to grab the banner and personally hung it up himself. You couldn't help but feel your heart pound slightly faster at how close he was to you.
Your back was practically touching his chest.
"Well, it's up. No need to thank me" Jimin said with a tone of sarcasm as he pulled away and turned to face you. There was that cocky personality you loved oh so much. With a roll of the eyes, you ignored him and continued to begin to set up the all of the other accessories for your booth.
"Aren't you going to thank me?" Jimin asked, his arms crossed over his chest with a raised eyebrow, waiting for your gratitude.
"You just said 'No need to thank me'"
"Still, it would've been nice you know"
"Fine. Thank you. Are you happy now?" you spat out, walking past him to continue setting up. Before you could reach into the new bag, you felt a pair of arms grab your shoulders to turn you around.
"What now Jimin" you groaned, urging him to hurry it up so you could finish setting up. His didn't say anything and moved his hands closer to your face. Your eyes widened in slight panic, confused as to why he was moving closer to your face. You closed your eyes out of instinct, preparing for what's about to come, only to feel his fingers pinching your cheeks aggressively.
"OW- JIMIN" you squealed in pain, trying to pull away from the tight pinch of his fingers.
"You need to smile more. This grinch look doesn't really suit you" Jimin teased. Before you could say anything in response, you noticed a small smile on Jimin's face. Your breathing stopped for a second, slightly mesmerized by his soft smile.
He still had the same cute angelic smile from when you were kids. Neither you or Jimin realized that you were both staring deep into each other's eyes in silence. After a moment of realizing what he was doing, Jimin quickly released his fingers and began to walk away to the other side of the commons to head back to his booth. You both didn't say another word to each other, hoping that neither of you saw how red your faces were.
