How i met Mr.Park /BTS fanfiction/JIKOOK

Jimin, What Do You Want?

Recap~ "I will see you back in the office," he says smiling leaving me to stand in the toilets flustered, blushing and totally confused.

<Jimin's Pov>

I had to leave after the kiss or I would've done a lot more and I'm on a tight schedule with my dad. I decide to have a solo break, grabbing a bottle of water from my office. I know smacking his ass earlier was a bit out of hand but what can I say? I like to fuck around with people, it's just convenient Jungkook just happens to be where I am 90% of the time. When he gets all flustered and starts blushing it is kind of cute but I'm doing this with no emotions attached, that way you don't get hurt. I'm saying this as if it's easy and I always do it well but there is a reason I do it.

When I was younger, around 16 years old, I was in high school. (This was before I started getting homeschooled.) There was this guy in my art class, he looked like a fallen angel. He had the most beautiful, smooth porcelain skin. His eyes an amazing cat-like shape filled with mystery like dark orbs and his hair look so soft and fluffy. He was very quiet, never spoke to anyone. I believed he was some sort of challenge. Last winter was when I properly had a conversation with him.

<flashback - Jimin's Pov>

"Hey, my name's Jimin...Park Jimin," I sighed and crossed my arms around my waist. He looked up from his notepad, a blank expression clearly evident and never in my life had I seen someone so beautiful, even if he didn't have a particular positive expression on. He looked me up and down and turned back to his notepad and mumbled "Yoongi".

 I was frozen, I couldn't think of anything else to say. Forcing myself I blurted out a "DoYouWantToGetLunch?" in one breath. 

He stopped what he was doing and sent me a glare.

"No. Go away you're annoying me". 

1 week after 

I saw Yoongi walking down the corridor to the rooftop, I ran up and followed him as quietly as I could. He suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Jimin, what do you want ?" he asked looking pissed.

 "I uh - just wanted to have uh have lunch with you," 

He groaned and continued to walk away. "Well keep questions to yourself and only speak when necessary. I don't like noise and I don't particularly like people either." To say I was surprised was an understatement. Every day for 2 weeks  I sat with him at lunch in silence. I did, however, bore holes into him with my eyes at every given the opportunity.

One day I plucked up the courage to speak to him. 

"Umm Yoongi ?" 

"What, Jimin?  I said no questions."  

"I- well it's just that I wanted to walk you home, since, well y'know, since it's supposed to rain heavier later on."

 "Why?"

"I don't want you getting the cold and I have an umbrella?" I sighed, this is nothing but a hopeless cause "You know what?... never mind." I stood up and brushed myself off.

 "No, no. I'll go with you." He said grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me to sit down next to him again and resumed looking off into the distance.

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