jimin pov
and to think that i was slick.
yoongi probably thought that was the most awkward thing he has ever bent through. im never leaving my house ever again.
i hate myself i hate m y s e l f
fuck you park jimin, you stupid head.
i was so embarrassed i sat on my bed and started bawling. tears covered my shirt. my first real friend in a while and i screwed it up.
now that shit hurted.
i rolled around on my bed for a bit before just giving up and walking into my bathroom and pulling out the razor blades. ugh, jimin, look what you did? now you have to do this!
i pulled a blade to my wrist when someone knocked on the door, scaring the absolute living shit out of me.
i ran out of the bathroom, wiping my pathetic
tears when i saw yoongi. fucking min yoongi.
"u-ughmn hi." i mumbled. "hi park jimin, im min yoongi, how are you this fine day?" "could be better." i replied. i invited the cute boy into my spotless apartment. he looked around for a bit. "so what is it that you needed?" "nothing much. i was just wondering... what was that little thing all about?"
"wha-what?" i reply in a somewhat fake clueless voice. "why'd you initiate that adorable kiss?"
i started to blush. "it wasn't adorable. i looked stupid didn't i... im sorry. i shouldn't have done it..." yoongi placed his hand under my chin and made me face him. "don't ever say that again park jimin." he hugged me so tightly and i was silently having a mini panic attack because i love this boi.
"okay jimin uhm so what are we then?"
"hmm." i thought for a bit. were we dating ? i don't know yet.
"yoongi i-i hope this is okay b-but can i h-ha-have some time to think... we j-just met so..."
"of course. take as long as you need. i have to get going." yoongi planted a kiss on my cheek and dashed out the door .
he's perfect .
sorry my book is s u c k i s h
