(Discontinued because I lost passion for where I was originally going with it, sorry to disappoint )
"Ow!" You and Jimin yelled in unison after you tried to grab his arm and ended up zapping each other.
"What the hell just happened?" You asked, look...
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Three days had passed since the whole situation with Tae and Jungook. It was finally Saturday. The day of the big game. Tae has taken this more serious than any of his hockey games. He's been training non-stop.
Jimin told you that 'Jungkookie' has been doing the same. Both you and Jimin came to the realization that those egotistical idiots really sucked at soccer. Because no matter how hard they trained, they still sucked.
Taehyung still hasn't talked to Jimin. You could tell it's taken a toll on both of them. Plus, lunch time has been very awkward. Jimin made attempts to spark a conversation with Tae but your stubborn best friend just ignored him.
"You just have to wait Chim. Tae will come around eventually." You sighed, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder while you surfed through channels on TV.
"How much longer though?" He whined.
You could practically imagine the big pout on his lips. The thought of it made you smile.
"Jimin, you'll be fine." You reassured and then stuffed your mouth with popcorn.
You made sure to put yourself on mute so he couldn't hear your loud chewing.
"Says you. You've had him your whole life. I'm having Taehyung withdrawals!" He exasperated. "Now quit munching on that popcorn." Jimin added.
His words made you stop chewing immediately. Your eyes almost popped out of your head and your body tensed. There was no way he would hear you eating popcorn since you were on mute.
You quickly turned off the mute button and picked up your phone. You held it up, closely to your ear.
"How did y-" You began but were cut off.
"Nice shorts, Y/n." Jimin complimented. "You know.. I love silk. It slips right off." He announced in a low tone and a click of his tongue, his voice coming out raspy and breathy.
You cheeks flushed and a shiver ran through your back. Your body felt hot at the sound of his voice. Your jaw now slacked, some unchewed popcorn falling out of your mouth and onto your lap. You searched around your house frantically, trying to spot him. Finally, your gaze landed on the big window in your living room. A grinning Jimin peeking through it and looking right at you. He sent you a small wave. An amused face plastered on his face.
"Hurry up. I'm walking you to the game." He said nonchalantly as if he didn't just make your heart drop down to your ass.
"Fucking perv." You muttered and got up from the couch.
Jimin chuckled and toppled over. He almost fell. Almost. But he managed to catch himself. You raised your phone up for him to see and showed yourself aggressively ending the call. He pretended to be offended and clutched his chest dramatically.
