It's Complicated

15

I already sent a text to Jungkook that I wasn't going to school today, so all that was left to do was to get ready. Already done with a shower, meant fixing up my hair so it didn't look like a pigsty, and putting on a little bit of makeup. Nothing fancy. But somehow I take extra caution in applying it. My heart is beating nonstop and I can't help but want to look my best for Jimin.

I'm so nervous and scared and anxious. I don't know what will happen, but for now, at least in the beginning, I want to take it easy. Like old times. I'll talk to him about all the serious stuff later. For now, I'm going to act as if I don't have this big decision to make; him or Jungkook.

Right now, I'm just going to enjoy his company. And I've really missed him.

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"Y/N..." he trailed off and stared.

I blushed, standing in the doorway of my dad's house, "Good morning."

"G-Good morning..." he blushed as well. "You uh.. You look amazing."

"Thanks."

"You look... good." he gulped, and forced his eyes to look up at my face.

"You said that already," I giggled.

A heat rushed through my entire body, seeing him again after so long. And he looked good too. More than good. Despite him wearing a long black sleeved shirt and his usual black jeans, I could tell his muscles looked more defined than I remembered. It hasn't even been that long, and yet my heart is still racing for him. Him in all of his handsome glory.

"You look good too," I glanced away from embarrassment.

"Thanks," he chuckled.

I looked down at my outfit, patting down the oversized puffy white sweater that hung over black leggings, "You're welcome."

"Y/N," his voice went lower, "Before anything else happens can I say-"

I held up my hand quickly and stopped him, "If it's about what happened in your truck or the messages we sent to each other, then don't. I um," I tucked my impefectly wavy hair behind my ear, "I want to talk to you about all that later... if that's fine with you. I just, um, want to keep things less complicated right now."

He smiled softly, "Ok, then I'll wait."

"Thank you," I blushed as I bit on my bottom lip.

"Then..."

I stepped aside and held my arm out, "Welcome to my crib."

He laughed, "What is this, MTV?"

Jimin has been to my house countless times in the past. But this time feels entirely different. It feels like a bad thing. Like I'm sneaking him in. Or maybe something along the lines of allowing a stranger into my house. Letting my guard down and being oddly aware of his presence as he walks behind me up the stairs and into my room. The house just seems so empty and large for just the two of us. But as I close the door to my room, the large and empty feeling suddenly collapses within itself.