Noona

A Proper Confession

In reality, I know it's only been a few seconds of silence, but it feels like Jin and I have been staring blankly at each other forever. Neither of us wants to be the next person to speak, so we continue an unending stare-down waiting for the other person to break the silence.

"I'm sorry," I finally squeak out.

"What?" Jin's shoulders fall a little when I don't return his confession.

"We can't be together," I say quietly, but this isn't a good enough answer for him.

Jin grabs my waist and holds me as if I might try to run away, and honestly, the thought did cross my mind until now. "I'll deal with the fans, don't worry. I know they haven't been the kindest to you, but they warmed up to Charlotte, and they're going to accept you too."

"It's not that," I protest. I know how hurt he'll be for me to completely reject his feelings, so it's proving to be harder to do than I thought.

He simply leans in closer, and I have to put my hands on his chest to stop him. "Jin, I'm serious—"

"Hyung," Jimin calls from the doorway with his eyes locked on me. "I'm going to say this as nicely as I can, get your fucking hands off of my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Jin's hands immediately release their grip on me, but his eyes refuse to let me go. "Really?"

I sigh in defeat and nod. "We were going to wait until the tour was over to tell everyone."

"Fuck that," Jimin walks up beside me and puts his hand on my back, "I'm tired of acting like I have something to be ashamed of, like we're doing something wrong."

"Have you considered how Jungkook will feel about this?" Jin asks quietly.

"He knows, he doesn't like it, and I don't give a fuck anymore." Jimin tilts his chin up and stands his ground, but Jin isn't even paying attention to him.

His focus is solely on me. "You didn't think of me?"

"Jimin, can me and Jin oppa have a minute to talk?" I ask as Jin's lip unconsciously curls down into a sad pout.

"I don't think so—"

"Park Jimin," I huff in aggravation.

"Fine," he grumbles, "touch her, hyung, and I'll make you wish you'd never even looked at her."

"Jimin!" I snap my head around and give him a glare.

"I'm going," he protests as he closes the door on his way out.

"This is not how I pictured confessing to you would go," Jin chuckles awkwardly.

"I honestly hoped that we'd be able to have this conversation differently," I admit.

"You knew?" He looks ashamed, his hands clasped in front of him as he stares at them intently.

"I heard you dreaming about... well, me," I tell him.

"Dammit," he groans into his hands and looks back up at me, "I'm so sorry. That was inappropriate and I—"

"Don't apologize for something you had no control over." I place a hand on his shoulder, hoping it will somehow bring him comfort.

"In my head, this went a lot differently," he mumbles. "You threw your arms around my neck and kissed me until I felt like I was floating."

"Did you really think that kissing me would make you feel that way?" I ask doubtfully.

"Of course... I mean, I hoped so..." he looks back down at his hands, and I shake my head.

"Believing and hoping are two different things," I point out. "I guarantee if I kissed you again, your image of me would be shattered along with this fairytale that you've dreamed up for the two of us."