My Crush | ksj

11 - Teamwork

A/N: Hey! I'm still overwhelmed by your feedback 1k reads and 100 votes 😭💘 thanks!! <3 On another note, I won't be able to post as frequently the next few days since I'll have some friends over at my house and can't write in peace ~ so you'll have to enjoy the prewritten chapters at a slower pace. Hope you don't mind and enjoy! 💙

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It was ten past three, like the last time I had checked the clock. Of course. I continued drumming onto Jimin's arm as he focused on his phone game, unbothered by the fact that Seokjin's last lesson ended at exactly three pm, meaning he had to be here any minute now.

"Did he even say which friends of his are coming along?", my best friend showed some interest for the first time.

I ruffled his hair "Yoongi's not coming. He's still mad, remember?"

Jimin sighed, having lost the tiny bit of hope he had. To be honest, I couldn't care less about who was coming with him, it only mattered that Seokjin would be here, practically at my house. The fact that he wasn't mad already made my entire decade and his invitation to spend some more time together forced me to double check if I was dreaming. Although the rational side of me kept insisting that he was doing this out of pity, my mood was still at an all-time-high.

The bell above the entrance rang, making me turn my head excitedly. "Hey", Seokjin smiled at me, which set off the butterflies in my stomach instantly. There were two other guys behind him, one of which I immediately recognized – he was the freakishly tall guy who spent a lot of time with Yoongi. He also greeted me, introducing himself as Chanyeol. While the other one only mustered me – he didn't even bother to tell us his name -, I offered everyone a seat. Jimin also seemed to remember his manners and greeted everyone, I took the chance to inspect the quiet guy's face. He DID remind me of someone but there was no name attached to the faint memory of his face.

"Ah, you must be Hayoonie's friends", my mother chimed out of the kitchen, a tray full of drinks in her hands. As much as I loved my mom, she would inevitably make this awkward.

"Eomma, those are Kim Seokjin, Park Chanyeol and Kim Namjoon", Jimin came to my rescue. Oh, so that was the Namjoon-guy the boys had talked about last weekend.

My mother mustered all of them before taking Seokjin's hands into her own "Whoah, you're a very handsome man!", the widest smile ever on her face.

I was honestly surprised to not immediately die of shame. My best friend could barely contain his laughter but Seokjin handled it perfectly "Thank you. Now I see where Hayoon got her good looks from"

Excuse me, WHAT? Did he just call me pretty? Shocked, I gazed over to Jimin, who reassuringly nodded. Honestly, I expected to wake up from this dream any minute now.

"Ah, you're so charming! Please keep him close, Hayoonie", my mother exclaimed and excitedly grabbed my arm to pull me into the conversation.

All I could come up with was a nervous chuckle. The other three quietly laughed their asses off but didn't dare to interrupt the hilarious situation of my mother shipping Seokjin and me.

"Yah, Yeobo, we need to start preparing some food", my father yelled from the kitchen. Luckily for me, my mother simply frowned and left, finally ending this torture.

"God, that was weird, I'm sorry", I quickly bowed down to Seokjin. However, he only grinned.

"I didn't mind", he answered quietly so only I could hear it. My body immediately responded with goose bumps. About 99% of the time I was sure to have misheard what my crush said. I simultaneously hated and loved him for affecting me like this.

"And Hayoonie, don't forget that you work here", my mother ordered from the other room, making me curse my entire existence. Only in my head, of course.

"Hey, we could help you with the cleaning or whatever so it'll be done faster", Chanyeol made his first addition to the conversation.

I looked around, the others didn't seem to mind and nodded in agreement.

A smile found its way onto my face "Then let's go"