His legs moved restlessly, kicking the poor blanket over and over again.
That was weird, why'd you do that?
Another kick.
Is it that hard to confess?
A small whine escaped his lips as he thinks about you.
You.
The perfect little girl who happened to fall into his boring life. You were the small tingle of excitement to him, and everything about you seemed so flawless.
Your laugh.
It was like little bells, music to anyone who was blessed to hear it.
Your smile.
It was bright enough to light up the whole world.
He could go on and on, but thinking about you calmed him down, and he drifted off into a happy dream.
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"Hey, Jimin!" You smiled at him, who happened to be at the convenient store at the same time you were.
His eyes trailed down your body, and he licked his lips. "Hello, (y/n)..." He couldn't keep his stare off of you. But he wondered if you knew what kind of dirty thoughts he had about you. Thoughts he had every time he looked at you.
"What brings you here at this time?" You asked, taking a seat on a stool near the window (A/N: Most, if not all, Korean convenient stores have an area where customers can eat inside the store. Pretty cool, if you ask me.). The sky was a black canvas with small specks of white splattered all over it. Not many people were out, but you decided to come here for a midnight snack.
"Definitely not stalking you or anything..." He sat down next to you and looked out at the empty roads.
You laughed, "You're funny, you know that?"
Jimin then realized what he said and mentally smacked himself for saying such a silly thing. He managed a nervous chuckle.
"Um... Soju?" He offered, pulling out a green bottle. "I don't usually drink with others... So it's fine if you don't want some."
You shook your head. "I get drunk easily. Besides, my dad will get mad." Giggling, you pour him a cup.
When you said those words, Jimin gulped, a naughty thought popping into his mind. Swatting it away, he drowned the glass you poured him in an instant.
You watched him drink two more glasses after that. Then, his cheeks started turning red, and he turned to you, giggling.
"(y/n)~" He pouted cutely, and your eyes widened. Was he drunk already?
He wasn't drunk, but he's been wanting to do this for a long time, and this was the perfect excuse.
Jimin cupped his cheeks and did lots of aegyos. You found that to be... so damn cute. You really didn't mind seeing him drunk like that. At least he didn't do anything provocative.
"Jimin, you're drunk." You chuckled, screwing the top on the bottle to prevent him for drinking more.
"Aing~ Jagi~" He whined as you put the drink away. "I'm not drunk~" His words were slurred, and his face was as red as a tomato.
"Sure. Yeah, definitely. How are you gonna get home?" You sighed softly. "Be glad I'm a nice person."
"Yes, ma'am~" He clung on to you like an adorable koala as you walked over to the cashier to pay.
You popped some pepero sticks in your mouth as you continued to walk with Jimin.
"Jagi~ I want one~"
"No, I paid for this with my own money."
"Please~?" Jimin begged, linking arms with you.
"Mine." You pouted, melting on the inside because of how cute he was acting.
"E-eh, d-do you n-not love m-me, (y/n)?" He started tearing up, and you panicked.
"N-no! It's not that! It's just..." You sighed. "Here." You handed him the whole box.
Jimin's eye sparkled as soon as his hands came in contact with the cardboard. "Yay~ I wuv chu~" He gave you a big hug, giggling.
You rolled your eyes, a small grin forming on your face.
"Jagi~" He unexpectedly placed a pepero stick in your mouth. "You're perfect- just like this thing~"
Your cheeks heated up, and you felt your heart pounding.
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He kicked the blanket again.
Ah, that was embarrassing!
Jimin couldn't believe what he just did. The pepero box was still on his desk, reminding him of what happened. He shut his eyes tightly, whacking his beloved blanket repeatedly.
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You couldn't believe what he did either. Did he mean what he said? Probably not. He seemed to be very drunk, and he most likely won't remember what he said. But still, he was always like that every time you saw him drunk. You were just thankful that he wasn't that type of boy to touch women when he was drunk. You bit your lip, disappearing underneath your covers.
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"(y/n)." He grabbed your shoulders and took at deep breath.
Your heartbeat increased drastically, and you looked up at him.
You guys were standing right outside your house, and Jimin was drunk again. He had to be. There was no way that he would flirt like that if he was sober. He was a moodsetter, alright. And the mood right now was perfect for a confession.
He held your shoulders ever so gently as he stared into your eyes. Then, slowly, he leaned down.
Closer.
And closer.
Soon, your lips were only inches apart. You could feel his hot breath against your skin. You started to close your eyes as he inched even closer than he already was.
Then, right at that moment, your phone rang.
Surprised, you both pulled back from each other, and you picked up the call.
"Hello? Dad? Um, yeah, I'll be inside in a sec." You hung up, looking at a very flustered Jimin. "I'll... see you later." With that, you turned around and opened the door to your house.
And Jimin frowned, kicking rocks on the road as he trotted home. The mood was perfect... Everything was perfect... He never knew when that chance would come again. If only your dad didn't call...
