It Was Me | j.jk ✓

Knowing

"What?" I said over the loud music, he said something again, but this time his hand was sticking out.

I assumed he was trying to introduce himself, but I really couldn't hear with the loud music.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you."

He offered to hold my hand, and I decided to place mine on top of his. He motioned saying he was going to take me somewhere. I nodded back, letting him.

As we go through the crowd hand in hand. I heard one shout,

"OKAY! I SEE YOU PARK JIMIN!"

Jimin laughed, looking down. So that's his name? Huh, I knew he looked familiar. I couldn't tell with the lighting. I decided to check out what he was wearing.

A nice black shirt, along with black jeans and a belt. His deep collar bones were visible, and were quite appealing.

I looked down, seeing that I was wearing a tan plaid shirt along with knee ripped jeans and short boots.

My hair was up in a nice, high ponytail. I was inspired by those Instagram gurus, and gave it a try. Looks like it was the perfect day for it.

He took me outside, letting go of my hand.

"Much quieter, right?" He said, chuckling a sweet chuckle.

I examined carefully, he was a bit feminine. But carried excessive amounts of masculine in him as well. How is that possible?

"Sorry about that, my name is Jimin. Your name is?"

I snapped out of my thoughts, replying

"Junnie." smiling back.

I turned, hoping he was following me as I walked.

"I'm surprised a guy like you isn't partying as well."

He chuckled at that thought.

"I'm not the party type, I just came thinking it was only going to be a few people."

"Ahh, a good looking guy that doesn't like parties, sounds like my type."

I laughed, he joined in as well.

"I'm a friend of Jungkook." He said, trying to fill the lonely air.

"I got that. BTS. Park Jimin, a great dancer, mostly contemporary. Has a soft angelic voice, but can be like the devil at times. He is a '95 liner along with Kim Taehyung. Sounds correct?"

I turned, with an impression left on his face as he backed up a little.

"Woah, are you fan of ours?"

I nodded, but decided to add,

"Not a big one. I've heard of you guys. But the name matched the face, so I put two and two together."

I could tell he looked worried, of losing something.

"Don't consider me as a big fan. You guys are one of the biggest kpop groups, how could I not recognise you? Plus, I won't share anything. I'm trust worthy."

I said, smiling back.

"Thanks. I was just surprised you know all of that yet called me a pervert."

I stopped, I remembered not saying that aloud as my eyes grew.

"How did you-"

"I saw it on the look of your face. You weren't in the mood. It was obvious. I'm a guy, how could I not tell?"

He said while giving a soft laughter.

"Right, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he reassured.

As we continued walking, we were getting closer to a convenience store.

"Here, sit down. I'll be right back."

I said, walking into the store. I came out with two popsicles, walking towards the man.

"Here, I owe you."

"Thank you, but you didn't have to."

"Just take it, it's the least I can do for calling you a pervert."

He smiled, unwrapping the wrapper and placing it in his mouth.

I placed my phone, but my eyes stayed on it.

"So, your friends with Mina?"

I instantly shook my head,

"I wouldn't say friends. We are just acquaintances."

He nodded.

"How do you feel about Jungkook and Mina?"

He asked, as I took a lick of my Popsicle. My eyes shot up, but slowly came down after a quick realisation.

"I don't know. I've never really seen the two together."

He nodded again.

"Going to be honest, Mina is weird."

He said, taking a soft bite out of his ice cream.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, she is completely fake in front of him. She acts like a fuckgirl would. But when they're texting, I see this innocent side of her. A normal girl."

Woah, that's deep.

"Hm. Mina is known for going guy after guy."

He did his little nod again.

"But, the girl he texts, is so different. He actually laughs and smiles. But outside, he doesn't show any expression."

I decided to be the one to nod this time.

"I don't know what I think of her. I'm just scared she's going to mess him up. It happened to all of us, once. And it's all because of the fame and money."

A question popped in my head,

"When would you see them text? Do you read their texts?"

He smiled, finishing off his popsicle. He swallowed, and began to start speaking.

"He shares it with all of us, but he doesn't reveal all of it. Plus we catch him smiling down at his phone sometimes."

"So you're saying the girl he is texting might be a completely different person?"

He nodded again.

"And I think I know who it is."

I gulped, as I took my last bite.

"W-who?"