Hoseok's POV
I was in class listening to the teacher ramble on about quadratic equations one morning when I saw him.
Him.
Jimin, with his shiny orange hair and cute smile walked into the classroom shyly.
"Ah, h-hi! I'm Jimin. Can I sit over here?"
"Sure! My name is Hoseok. How was your way getting here?"
Jimin laughed. "Well, Hoseok, I bumped into someone who told me they liked my hair. It was a bit odd, but I was nonetheless flustered. Is everyone here like that?"
I snickered. "Well, you do have nice hair and all. I mean, you're gonna be popular probably."
Jimin smiled. "Cute."
At that moment, my heart beat profusely, and started getting louder and louder until the period ended. What.... do I..... like Jimin?
I loved the way Jimin talked, they way Jimin smiled, and even the way he would accidentally touch my hand when giving my pencil back.
Jungkook stayed with me through this horrible crush, and gave me pointers on how to advance towards Jimin.
Jimin and I talked a lot, and he gave me lot's of music recommendations. G-dragon, GOT7, and Dean were actually from him.
He loved "Eyes, Nose, Lips," from Taeyang. It was his favorite song. Somehow, I couldn't listen to it at all, maybe because of the guilt I didn't try to get out of the friend zone.
I promised myself, one day, I'd learn the song and sing it to him. I'd confess to him and live happily ever after. With him as mine. MY property. No one could look at him except for me.
I loved him so much.
And I fell so damn hard.
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A/N: This is a flashback! I've dedicated this to an interesting but undoubtedly unexpectedly close person.
We'll find someone eventually. Just like Hobi will.
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whatever you call me | sope | BTS
FanfictionYoongi sweetly grinned and said, "So, how will you fall for me? Should I call you sunshine, sweetheart, or Seokie?" "Whatever you call me, I'm yours." And then the mafia got involved.
