The Girl Behind The Camera | A Park Jimin's Story

In Denial

"Here,"

Jimin hands you an ice cream cone topped with vanilla sundae while his own is chocolate one. You are not sure how long you've spent crying on his shoulder but the second your sobs turned to soft sniffles, Jimin excused himself and ran somewhere for several minutes just to come back with two cones of ice cream in his hands. You chuckle when the guy flashes a sweet smile as sweet as the dessert he's holding.

"Thanks," you muffle.

"Vanilla ice cream comfort you, doesn't it?"

You blink, before turning to him with a puzzled expression.

"Y-yeah, it does. How do you know?"

Jimin somehow suddenly looks flustered as his mouth is agape, trying to let out a reply but fails. His mind is attempting on fabricating a nice answer and after almost a minute passes by, he bails and finally replies.

"N-Namjoon hyung once said it," he mutters slowly, not because of the uncertainty, but the shyness.

"No wonder you could even get the flavour right," you beam genuinely then proceed eating the ice cream. The fact that Jimin can bear such an insignificant detail about you in his mind makes your heart flutters. You try your best to hide the not-so-new feelings nevertheless your cheeks disobey you.

Both of you let the serene silence engulf in and does its thing on soothing you down. After an emotional breakdown, Jimin sure to let you have some time to stable your emotions and let you have the time until you're ready to talk again.

"So... Have some funny experience in relationship that you don't mind to share with me?" you ask, swinging your hanged legs, eyeing on the grey head innocently while licking on your ice cream, looking like a child.

"I've never been in one actually,"

Your eyes widen in shock as you scoff in disbelief. This guy ain't telling the truth, isn't he?

"Seriously?"

"Had some fair share of hook ups but yeah. That's all," he shrugs a little.

"Wow," your eyes are still wide and Jimin can't handle the expression that you're having, he sneers.

"What makes you think I've been there?" he cocks his eyebrow, as he softly gazes on a gulping you.

You are debating with your inner self whether to spill it or not. You don't want to sound like you're having a crush on him, or into him, even though that is what's happening right now. You mentally curse yourself. Of course, you've seen this coming since the moment you've laid your eyes on him. You thought that this innocent jealousy/admiration on his beauty is momentary. However, as more time passes by, as one by one event unfolds, the admiration develops to a bigger feeling that you're afraid if it's getting permanent.