it won't change • p.jm ✔️

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A/n: I think I'll be uploading like 5 chapters today lmao

It was a little lonely yesterday, Jimin wasn't at work because he was sick. I was going to visit him, but Jungkook told me that Jimin really didn't feel like seeing anyone. Even me, that's a first.

I was getting seriously worried, I wasn't able to talk to Jimin for a day. It was then I decided to take matters into my own hands.

"Come on, come on pick up," I fiddled with the hairtie on my wrist.

There was no sound and I was so disappointed, I was actually so worried for him.

"Hello? Is my baby worried for me?" I hear out of the phone.

I cringed at the word 'baby' and chuckled, "Hey you know I don't like you."

"Oh so you were worried for me," Jimin said. It was as if I could see his smile in the way he spoke.

"Well yeah, you didn't say anything yesterday. I wanted to check up on you." I nervously said feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Oh so babygirl is worried for me?" Jimin chuckled.

"Stop," I whined. "Don't tease me!"

"Whatever you say princess. Anyway get ready around 8:30 pm, I'll be picking you up."

"Wait! I never agreed to–" I was hung up on. Just great.

***

It was about an hour before I was told to get ready. I was still debating whether I would get ready for him or not, I mean what I was wearing was acceptable.

I received a text from Jimin.

Hey baby I'll be picking you up soon. Don't be too worried about what you wear. ;)

Uh sure...no wink wonk faces tho

I rolled my eyes at his behavior, he's acting like a huge flirt. Hopping off chair in my room, I pulled a couple random pieces of clothing. (That would hopefully match)

Summer was pleasant here so I wore a black skirt with a simple white T-shirt along with some ankle high boots.

I debated whether or not to wear makeup, and so I did some light makeup.

Yeona walked into the house, with Namjoon?

"Oh hi, Jiyeon," Yeona awkwardly greeted.

"Oh! You're Jimin's girlfriend!" Namjoon exclaimed.

"Well actually I'm not," I reasoned.

"Oh really?" He seems confused, "Jimin's talking about you all the time."

Heat rose up to my cheeks, I wouldn't have thought he talks about me with his friends.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Oh no, not the best timing.

"Uh I'll see you guys," I hurriedly waved off and went out the door.

I greeted Jimin outside of the house, moving him against a wall so Yeona and Namjoon wouldn't see us.

"Hey princess, well this is an odd position to begin with," Jimin smirked.

Him and his god damn obsession with smirking. I moved away from him and let out a small sorry.

Just before Jimin went to take me to his car, he realized he dropped his handkerchief at the doorstep.

Praying that Jimin wouldn't see Yeona or Namjoon, I was unlucky.

"Wait isn't that Namjoon hyung?" Jimin asked.

"Shush! I'll tell you later." I dragged Jimin towards his car.

Jimin, being quite the gentleman he is, had made me drive. *Note the sarcasm*

"Put in the address, I have no idea what we're doing anyway." I told him as I kept my gaze on the road.

"Uhm, you look pretty Jiyeon." Jimin coughed.

It was awkward for a second as I felt warmness on my face. "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," I said breaking the silence.

The location we arrived at was loud, music blaring and flashing lights.

I went outside of the car and linked arms with Jimin.

"I'm cold," shivering from the wind that would come and go.

"You can wear my sweatshirt," he smiled. "We can still link arms if you want princess."

"What's gotten into you?" I laughed.

"What do you mean?"

"You keep on flirting with me. Calling me all these weird names I would never be able to get accustomed to." I explain, profusely blushing.

"You like it, don't you? Don't lie." He winked.

I avoided the question, Jimin took me inside.

"Jimin! Why'd you bring me to a club?!" I yelled under the loudness of all the other surroundings.

"Well just to let loose," he smiled, while he was yelling.

The music was just a little too loud for me, I wasnt such a huge fan of clubs. I mean I'll do it once in a while, but I would do a college paper over clubbing any day. So yeah, I'm very resentful of this.

"Here let's go to the bar," Jimin guided me.