Bunny in the Moonlight

The Punch that Stopped My Heart

Y/N's POV

"Oh no no, dummy. I'll enter first, then you. I don't want my friends to see me with the mysterious girl and two bodyguards trailing behind me," Jimin said, looking like he just won an Olympic gold medal for making the most intelligent statement of the day.

Ouch. That hurt more than I thought it would.

I took a small bite of my KitKat, trying to act like I wasn't bothered. Who was I kidding? I was a little bit hurt. Okay, fine, a lot hurt. But hey, KitKat could solve everything, right?

Jimin turned away from me, already starting to walk toward the school entrance. But I couldn't help it—I had to ask. Something that made my chest feel heavier, even though I hated him. But we were siblings, weren't we?

"Are you embarrassed?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He froze.

"So embarrassed of me being your sister?" I lowered my gaze, that bitter smile creeping in like an unwanted guest.

He turned back around, holding his jacket over his shoulder. His other hand was tucked inside it, looking like he was trying to look cool—like he was in a K-drama or something. He bit his lip, then... nodded.

I gasped, immediately stuffing my face with another bite of my KitKat. "Oh well, fuck y—"

Before I could finish, the sound of excited giggles caught my attention.

"He's so handsome."

"I've never seen him here before. Is he a new transfer student?"

"I'm sure he'll join Jimin's group. He looks like a whole snack!"

Snack? Did she just say snack? I squinted at my KitKat. Maybe I was the snack? I mean, who doesn't love chocolate?

"My group?" Jimin mumbled, his attention shifting to the guy who had apparently stolen the entire school's focus.

Why did Namjoon have to be so damn tall? I couldn't see a thing. Oh, and Jin? He was tall too. Great, just great.

"I can't see! Both of you, move a little," I sighed, giving them a little shove in frustration as I tried to get a good look at this "snack."

"Ms. Y/N, Mr. Park will arrange your marriage soon and I think it's not a great idea, too—"

"Jin, please," I pouted, grabbing his hand dramatically, like I was the smallest, most vulnerable creature on the planet.

"Oh yes, Ms. Y/N," Jin responded, pushing Namjoon to the side like he was a rag doll. Namjoon shoved him back, and suddenly, in the midst of the chaos, there he was. The snack.

...

Just kidding. KitKat is still the reigning champion.

But seriously, the way his uniform fit him, and the way the wind casually swept his bangs to the side, he looked like a Snickers bar—dark, smooth, and with that perfect crunch. My second favorite snack after KitKat, of course.

Jimin, though? He was glaring at him like the guy was a personal enemy. There was jealousy in his eyes, I could practically see it radiating off of him. This guy wasn't just attractive; he was... delicious.

The guy walked closer, every step more confident than the last. His thighs—don't even get me started. The way the fabric of his pants stretched, hugging his muscles... I'm pretty sure my brain short-circuited for a moment. I could've sworn I heard a faint ripping sound. Was the fabric of his pants in danger?

Wait, he tripped.

What? How?

"Oh, sorry," Jimin apologized, a smirk playing on his lips. Was he really that bitter? Did he just trip him on purpose?