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jimin - request

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You smile knowingly at your screen, eyes trained on the blonde haired boy with plump lips and crescent shaped eyes. He shyly looks away from the camera, an eruption of comments from fans streaming in.

You can only chuckle.

He's still the same Jiminie I know, you think to yourself, reluctantly turning your phone off to sigh and throw yourself back onto your bed.

You knew that the name Park Jimin would mean something more to you in the future the minute you laid eyes on him in middle school.

He had his nose buried in a book, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he silently laughed at something he read. Your heart had childishly skipped a few beats, your eyes comically widening at the sight of him. His hair was charmingly disheveled upon his head, the then brown locks hanging over his forehead. His bottom lip was held in between his teeth to stop the laugh threatening to spill from within. He wore reading glasses that framed his face perfectly, highlighting the size of his big, doe eyes.

You swore you could see something more sparkle in them as he flicked his gaze to you, the corners of his lips lifting into a lazy smile. You waved at him, smiling when he returned it with ease.

You liked how he was often perceived as shy and quiet and while that much was true, he'd show you his true colours once you got to know him.

Frankly, it was quite adorable.

There was one time, however, when he lost his cheery attitude while sitting with you in the library. Thinking back to it as you clutch your pillow, it helps you realise that that is when you realised that Jimin wouldn't be just a face with no name or a lost person within your memory.

He'd be someone special.

"Jimin, what do you want to do when you're older?" You asked, innocently looking at him with a dreamy smile.

"A performer. I want to dance for everyone to see," he explained, smile growing as he continued on with his fantasy world.

"What if that doesn't happen?" You threw back, meaning no harm by the question. His smile faltered, catching your eye.

"It will, I'm sure of it."

Now, look where he is. Front lining every page and a part of the biggest boy band in the world.

You wonder if he remembers you as your phone buzzes with a notification. Groaning inwardly, you recall your friend mentioning a trip to the club tonight. Figuring it's her, you get up and rush to get changed, barely putting any effort into your outfit.

You stumble into her car, muttering numerous apologies under your breath as she drives off, recounting her day to you. Your mind strays from the conversation and onto the billboard beside the road, Jimin's face shining down on you.

"God, he's perfect," you whisper.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing! Keep going," you quickly cover up, shooting the billboard a final look before returning your attention to your friend.

*

Inside the club, it is like dancing on the Northern Lights; beneath the dry-ice smoke swirls an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and gold. The music plays over the dance floor as if it fuses with the bodies.

You watch this all from the bar, sipping slowly from the straw in your glass of coke. As much as you'd love to be grinding on random men down on the dance floor with your friend, some part of you doesn't want to get drunk tonight.

And it seems the reason has arrived.

Your gaze subconsciously shifts from your friend to the male hunched over beside you. His face is covered with a mask but his eyes sparkle like gems, looking too familiar for you to be comfortable with.

He quietly orders a drink and obnoxiously taps his nails on the wood of the bar, subtly glancing over in your direction. Swallowing a curse, he faces you, his eyes squinting into crescents.

Your heart stops.

"J-Jimin?" You stammer, smiling as politely as you can. He sighs, pulling his mask down so it hangs around his neck. You admire just how gorgeous he looks in real life, only to have that feeling stripped away when he opens his mouth.

"Just give me the thing to sign and then leave me alone, okay?" He snaps, closing his eyes in annoyance. You are stunned to say the least, your hands anchoring themselves on your hips.

"As much as that does sound lovely," you start, feeling smug when he flicks open his eyes, "I was only going to say that we went to middle school together and that you haven't changed a bit. I might take back that last part though."

His shoulders droop, eyes narrowing in on you. You wait a few seconds, shifting under his scrutinising gaze. He snaps his fingers, startling you as his eyes widen adorably.

"Y/N! You're all grown up now!" He gushes, squeezing your shoulders as he allows his gaze to freely roam over you. You blush deeply, averting your gaze to the floor. "Isn't it odd meeting each other here?"

You don't bother responding to his observation, still cross over his attitude before. He notices this and sighs, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. You catch a glimpse of his eyes as he, too, averts his gaze to the floor, practically melting at the guilt swimming in them.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I've just had a rough day and I truly did not mean to take it out on you. Forgive me, please?" He pleads, clasping his hands together and pushing his lips out into a full pout. You hold your ground, a smile threatening to take over when he starts blinking rapidly. Finally, you puff out your cheeks.

"Fine. You're forgiven."

He squeals and hugs you, the action taking you by surprise as you find yourself leaning into him, the faint smell of honey making you hum in delight.

"Still the same," You mutter, when he pulls away to take a seat, looking eager to chat about everything and anything.