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*i hope this didn't murder you? if so i apologize, i shall dig my own grave*
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"Oh wow- I didn't expect to see you.."
"Hey Jungkook, same goes for you. I never knew you worked here." You began trying to make small talk.
"I work 2 jobs, and this is one of them." He grinned and began patting the side of the drive-thru window.
"Don't overwork yourself okay? I heard about your family's situation, so make sure you don't go and overdue it. Don't forget you're like my little brother, and you visiting the hospital is one of the last things I want for you." You gave him a small lecture, with a small smile.
"Thank you for worrying, but don't worry, I promise I'll take care of myself. Though it's slow, my family and I's situation is improving. And besides, the hospital is one of the last things I want, after all who's paying the bills?" Jungkook tilted his head as if you had said one of the dumbest thing ever.
You chuckled at his wise reply, "Touché, Jeon, Touché.."
"Anyway, there's someone else pulling up behind you. As much as I'd like to talk more, I still have a job to do. So, here's your food and your total will be 10.75." You handed him 11 dollars, getting a quarter back. The two of you bid your goodbyes and you headed back home.
It was getting even darker, and honestly it made chills run down your spine, but maybe that's the cold weather.
You had parked your car in your driveway, and are startled at the sight of another fellow human being sitting on the small bench on your porch.
"Excuse me sir..?" The man wore a dark colored coat, his back faced you as you slowly approached him. "Sir, It's very late out, can I help you?"
He had an eerie presence, your heart almost leaped out of your body once he turned his body. You were then greeted by a familiar round face and pink hair.
"There you are (Y/n)! I've been waiting out here for the past 2 hours, where have you been?" Jimin took a hold of your shoulders, his hair wasn't down anymore but it was styles as a combover, which was pretty hot.
"I was at the airport, Max is on her way to Toronto. So, I went to say goodbye." You removed his hands from your shoulders and walked towards the door, fiddling with your keychain trying to unlock your door.
"The real question is, why were you at my doorstep this late at night?" You asked, finally unlocking the door. You held it open for Jimin to enter and you followed behind, removing your shoes at the entrance.
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"About what? How did you even know I lived here?" You interrogated him.
A bead of sweat ran down Jimin's neck, even without trying you somehow always found a way to intimidate him.
"Well, I just wanted to get to know you a little more, and Jungkook gave me your address and he dropped me off before heading somewhere, I think work or something." Jimin shrugged.
You ended up buying it, after all it seemed to be quite believable. Though, like your father taught you, just because it seems to be true, doesn't always mean it really is.
"Have a seat, and make yourself at home. Do you want a glass of water, or anything else I can offer you?"
"Just a water would be fine, thanks." Jimin began removing his heavy coat, setting it aside as he took a seat.
You came back with two glasses of water, and some watermelon that Max had chopped up earlier that day. Setting it down on the coffee table that sat in the center of the living room, yoi took a seat on the other side of the couch.
"I like your house, it's very neat, especially that portrait hanging over there. It's beautiful." Jimin commented, his gaze traveling throughout the house, setting itself on the portrait Max had painted for an art competition and had won.
"That was painted by Max, she based it off a ski mountain we went to a few years back. When we were at the top, the aurora was mesmerizing, and unforgettable. So, when we got back from our trip, she immediately got to work on this piece." You began explaining to him the story behind Max's best piece of art.
"She's very talented. You said she went to Toronto, and since I'm getting to know you, where are you from?" He began starting up a conversation.
"Well, I was born in Daegu, but grew up in Thailand, and moved here to Seoul when I was about 12? 13?" You replied and returned the question.
Jimin tilted his head and smacked his lips, a habit he's had since back in his high school days. "Well, I was born in Busan, but obviously I live here in Seoul now to attend college."
As Jimin spoke, you managed to sneak a glance at the clock hanging in your kitchen; It was now 3 in the morning.
"What about your childhood? What was it like?" This time you asked him a question instead of it being the other way around. And if you were being honest, it felt great to finally take some initiative in this budding friendship.
"I had a great childhood." Jimin beamed as he reminisced of all of the great memories he had growing up. "Caring parents, and semi-loving-also-annoying-brother, took dance lessons, did well in school. It was a great time in my life, that I don't regret."
Hearing his words almost made you forget about his reputation. If you had known this the first time you met, you wouldn't have never guessed he'd be considered a playboy at campus.
"What about you?"
"Well, it was nice also. I was more of a daddy's boy since my mom would work a lot, ever since my dad became paralyzed when I was younger. But when I was around 14, that was the time where I realized I wasn't attracted to just girls. When I came out to my parents when I was 19, it took them a while to understand, but I'm happy they accepted me.." You felt your heart warm at that thought.
You felt a warmth coat over your hand, and you look down and see how Jimin had rested his baby-like hand on yours.
The size difference was cute.
"I'm glad to hear that." He gave you his perfect big smile, but at that moment you noticed how he had one crooked tooth.
For someone who just met Jimin, they'd think he's absolutely perfect and a dream boat, but like Hannah Montana once said, 'Nobody's Perfect'.
In Jimin's case though, he was perfectly imperfect, at that moment you had felt bad for pushing him away at the bowling alley. Making you regret that you didn't give him a chance.
"So, how long have Yoongi and you have been a couple?" Jimin asked taking a sip of his water.
This question took you by surprise, luckily you weren't drinking water or else you would've choked on it. "We're not exactly official yet, I guess?" The words struggled to come out.
"Not official huh? So it's okay if I do this right? He won't get mad."
Your eyes blasted wide opened once you realized what he did next,
His lips were pressed onto yours.
- lollipop, lollipop, oh lolli lolli lollipop~
did ya miss me? probably not.
i finally updated, and please don't complain if you think this progression is going too fast, it's a part of the plot, and it'll all make sense the more i write.
qUEStIOn oF tHE dAy; are you excited for Love Yourself: Answer? I know I am, and I'm patiently waiting for my death 'cause jungkook- holy crap.
but, i hope you enjoyed this chapter and tysm for reading 💕
