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CHAPTER TWO —————
SLEEP is definitely out of jimin's dictionary from now on. after what happened a few minutes ago, the young boy isn't even sure if he can keep his eyes closed for 3 seconds without thinking about yoongi and how moisturized his lips are.
no book or tv can distract him. trust me, he tried getting it out of his head but it was no use in the end.
his cheeks would heat up almost in an instant when he remembers what yoongi did.
surely, no human being can make their brain function back to the way it was after finding out your crush for a really long time finally kissed you. and that is jimin's case at the moment.
wrapping himself up with his blanket (basically making himself look like a human burrito), the scene replayed in his head.
it was so sudden. one second ago he was just waking yoongi up and then the next his lips are molding together with his. god, jimin remembered how soft they were but slightly chapped in some parts. he remembered how yoongi would stroke his hair, finding his long fingers in between the pink color. jimin remembered how yoongi's eyelash tickled his skin ever so slightly.
this. this is making him insane. yoongi is making him insane. and he likes that.
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the next afternoon, the said male can't stay in one spot of his room. he would lift his butt and go around. trying to find a place comfortable to think. to even function properly.
jimin decides it is finally time to confess. after being friends ever since he got here and instantly catching feelings for the much older male, he decides that hey it's been what.. a year since you've met him? it's finally time to man up and speak out the truth.
if only it was as easy as it seems. if only it was as easy as he told himself in his mind. if only it was as easy as how he got to say it without stuttering in front of his mirror. but it isn't easy. it's never going to be easy.
it's just min yoongi, jimin. you got this. he would mutter under his breathe as he hears the door unlock, revealing his noona in her usual white uniform, a very tired smile on her face.
"good afternoon, jimin. it's time to go." she says, voice gentle and soft. the younger boy nodded, walking out of his cell and following behind the tail of his noona.
it usually takes jimin a long time to get to the other room (or maybe that's what he thinks with his mind filled with excitement seeing his friends) but today, the journey on the way there was so short, the pink haired male wasn't able to prepare himself.
he didn't even double check if his uniform is wrinkly or not. is his hair all messed up or does his breath smell bad? god, is he freaking out.
he can't possibly hear anything but the loud beating of his own chest that he is so sure noona can hear it even though she's a few steps away from him. how much more if yoongi is near?
taking a deep breathe, noona opened the door and let jimin in. closing it behind him as soon as he stepped inside the air conditioned room. turning around, the young lad saw his friends, a wide grin immediately crawling it's way up to his lips seeing jeongguk jog towards to where he stands.
"we've been here since forever! you took so long, jimin hyung!" the youngest exclaimed, enveloping jimin's arms like a koala with doe eyes.
the older boy just chuckled, patting his brunette hair. "i'm here now, ggukie." then his eyes scanned the room.
smile faltering and turning into a nervous frown as he spotted yoongi sitting in his usual spot with the same book in his hands. his legs crossed like usual and back slightly slouched as he flips the page slowly with his delicate fingers.
jeongguk untangled himself from jimin and ran back to taehyung, the pink haired boy walking with light steps to yoongi's table who is far away from everyone else.
the said male looked up sensing jimin's presence, the younger of the two stopping immediately from his tracks feeling yoongi's gaze on him.
then silence.
"what are you doing there, jimin? sit down or else you'll hurt your legs." a deep voice formed that sentence with such seriousness making the latter obey, eyes looking anywhere else but his best friend.
with shaky hands, jimin grabbed the plastic chair and sat down without a noise. nibbling with his bottom teeth and fidgeting with his fingers. the boy inhaled.
now or never.
"hyungie—" "jimin—"
they both called out. jimin beating his hyung with just a second difference.
"i like you a lot, jiminie. i really do."
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thoughts? this is honestly way too fast but its called a short story for a reason so. also, another badly written chapter. this is way worse than the last one. please bear with me. (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎) im so happy with the immediate love and support this book got. i was shook. leave comments ! it will definitely help me improve. tysm, sweet cheeks 💝
