Wrong ||Park Jimin

Eight

Today was the day. I was seeing Jimin's friends.

I'd spoken to Namjoon yesterday, before sleeping.

"Hana, they'll all love you just as much as we do. And don't worry about them catching on. They're dumbfucks."

His laugh had been one of absolute adoration, and I instantly longed to have a friendship that made me laugh so.

This is what I thought about as I got dressed into a black skirt and white t-shirt. Basic, but I liked it that way.

The nervousness kicked in when I rung the door bell of Jimins house, and I almost backed out.

I would have, if Jimin hadn't opened it.

"Hana!" He looked at my attire, and I could see his faint blush. I thought nothing of it.

"You're looking, uh, great!" He was still smiling.

I smiled back.

"Thank you, Jim." And then I leaned closer.

"I'm really nervous, Ji. How are they?" I whispered.

"Yah, Jimin-ah! Are Jin and Hobi back?" The voice was deep and rough, like a sand paper against stone.

But the kind that soothes you.

"No, Hyung. Its Hana!" He smiled at me, taking me hand.

"Come on, Hana!"

"But, Jimin, I don-"

"Oh, Hana! They'll love you!"

***

"You're Hana?"

"Y-Yes. Lee Ha-Hana." His stare made its way into my soul.

"And how you do know our little Chim Chim."

"HYUNG!"

"Jimin-ah, quiet."

I laughed at the interaction. Longing for more friends, and a relationship  just like how they had, I answered.

"I know your Little Chim Chim, because I accidentally walked into his house one day. I thought it was mine, but it wasn't. We became friends."

"Best friends." Jimin was the one to correct me.

I shook my head smiling. "Best friends."

The man was the one who'd called out to Jimin earlier. His voice was deep, but his face was as sweet as a puppy's.

"Hyung, you're scaring her." Jimin pleaded.

"Jim, you really think I'm going run away?"

He nodded meekly.

"Well," I faced the exit, "MAYBE YOURE RIGHT!" And I ran.

"H-Hey! HANA!"

He ran after me, catching up with me in no time, wrapping me up in his arms.

"Hey! You can't do that!" And I found myself being dragged off to the hall again.

"Hana." It was the man.

"Y-Yes.."

"What you just did-"

"Give Noona a break, Yoongi Hyung! What she did was hilarious!" A boy, apparently younger than me, stood by the door of Jimins room.

"That is what I was about to say, Jungkook. Before you ruined it!"

"Oh, Hyung, I'm sorry." He smiled, and I almost swooned. He had a smile like that of a bunny, and his eyes, round and large, sparkled with the same happiness the others' did.