Who Are You? [] PJM & MYG YoonMin []

☆Three: Yeon KiMin☆

When Jimin awoke the next morning, the tingle of their kiss still fresh on his lips, Yoongi was already gone. His absence creating a slowly growing hole in Jimin's chest as the weekend past by him. Jimin wished he had a way to talk to him. To see him again. Touch him again.
By the time Jimin was back to classes on Monday, he began to wonder if Yoongi was just a figment of his imagination. But before their kiss could become a dream, Jungkook would effortlessly tease him as a reminder. Taehyung of course joining in on the play. They were a tag team duo of adorable yet bitter annoyance.
Jimin tried to shove the incident to the back of his mind as he wandered the halls, in search of his next class. The professor was holding class in one of the lecture halls. Forcing Jimin to search the doorways for the correct number. He tried weaving through the mass of students searching for their own classes before his clumsiness kicked in. Jimin tripped over his own foot and bumped into a person walking opposite of him.
"Oh! I'm so sorr-" Jimin looked up from his apologetic bow, frozen as his gaze met the familiar abyss of Yoongi's irises.
Yoongi stared back in surprise but didn't speak. His lips almost pressed into a straight line.
"Y-Yoongi-ssi..." Jimin started a sentence before he knew what he was going to say. Shit... What was he going to say?
Before Jimin could think of anything Yoongi spoke, his deep voice rushed, "I gotta go."
At that, the elder practically ran down the hall. Jimin stared at the blur that had once been Yoongi in confusion. Was Yoongi avoiding him? Didn't he kiss Jimin back? Was the kiss creepy?
By now, Jimin was convinced he had scared Yoongi away with his forward actions. The younger completely ignoring the professor's monotonous lecture. Yoongi was the only thing Jimin could think about. The parts of his mind that weren't focused on Yoongi were pounding Jimin's self worth into the ground. Unable to forgive himself. Blaming himself and his creepy actions on a person he had just met. Eventually inner Jimin was beaten to a pulp, leaving outer Jimin to wallow in self loathing.
The lecture ended and Jimin was left in the room alone. The silence deafening. Almost enough to quiet his thoughts. A sigh escaping his full lips as he leaned back in his chair, oblivious of the need to get to his next class. Jimin pulled his phone from his pocket, staring at it blankly for a few moments. He couldn't call Tae or Kookie, they were in class. Jin was taking his civics exam and Jimin wasn't prepared to hear his nagging for bothering him. Hoseok was in class with Namjoon. Jimin had no one he could turn to right now. So... Like many people his age: he took a Selca.

ChristianChim.Chim:

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>Really wanting to ditch class for the rest of the day -_-||
ab.normal: Oppaaaa! You're so cute! ('∀｀)♡

Jimin shook his head at the immediate comment. Part of keeping his account public meant random people often hitting on him. But he kept it that way so his dance could get some recognition. Besides, the flirty comments were just the boost he needed. His phone buzzed, ripping him from his climb back up the self esteem ladder. Pulling it from his pocket with a small bit of annoyance.