I absolutely hate this chapter but I hope y'all enjoy this even if it is extremely shitty ❤️
Jimin's entire body was stiff with fear as his mother handed him the sealed plate of cookies.
"Now? Right now? As in right this very moment?" He spoke quickly, looking up at her with eyes wide in fear.
"Yes, I know you're scared so why not just get it out of the way instead of worrying about it."
And before Jimin could get another word in, his mother pushed him out the door and locked it behind her.
"Good luck, sweetie! They're very kind people."
Jimin wished, desperately wished, that that had helped ease his nerves. But alas, after years of social anxiety, there wasn't much to calm the storm of emotions inside him.
After a moment of staring at the (absolutely delicious and mouth watering) cookies, the boy realized his mother never told him which house to go to.
Maybe this was his way out! He could sneak into his room through the window and say he couldn't find them. A perfect excuse!
That plan was a short lived success and a recipe for disaster when he realized how dumb he was. Obviously the house with the moving van in front of it, and people bringing boxes in would be the new neighbors.
The house was down the other end of the street, and as Jimin walked closer he had to admit, he was impressed.
It was a reasonable sized house, not too small nor too large. A beautiful ashy white was painted on the outside walls and the window shutters were a pretty sky blue. It had such a homey feel to it and Jimin was shocked with how much work had gotten done within just a few days.
The hedges had been trimmed to perfection, and two patterned patches of daisies lined the walkway to the door. There was a reasonably sized tree on the left side of the lawn, it was about the height of the house and leaves lightly brushed against the roof in the breeze. Surrounding the trunk were more daisies, and there were even potted daisies on each step up to the door.
It was safe to assume that this family had a big thing for flowers, more specifically daisies.
"Hey! Can I help you?" A cheerful voice asked, effectively scaring the poor boy.
Jimin had been so deep in the beauty of the structure that he forgot completely about social interactions. He mentally cursed himself for being so weak for pretty things.
Head down, he steadied his breathing before speaking, "Hello, my name is Park Jimin. I'm 16 and I live down the street. Here are cookies my mom made. Goodbye."
After rushing out the sentences, he shoved the plate into the (very handsome) boy's hands and turned to speed walk away.
"H-hey! Wait!" The boy shouted, making Jimin freeze and pause as the other caught up to him.
Jimin fiddled with his small pudgy fingers and the other boy was already smiling at his cuteness.
"My name is Kim Seokjin. I'm 19 and I really hope we can be friends."
Shyly looking up, Jimin couldn't stop the blush on his face when he saw Seokjin smiling warmly at him.
The thought came to him before he could stop it, causing his blush to darken. "Speaking of liking pretty things."
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