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"His arms, Jimin," Taehyung groaned, sitting cross-legged on his bed, wrapped in a crumpled blanket, "His fucking arms."
OR
Taehyung believes that Jungkook can't stand his existence, but Jungkook is just really, really shy.
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"Jimin," Taehyung groaned, sitting cross-legged on his bed, wrapped in a crumpled blanket, "His fucking arms."
He buried his face in his hands wondering if there was a way to go a whole year back in time and tell himself to wait literally two seconds before walking into the lecture hall so he wouldn't walk straight into the most gorgeous boy he'd ever seen. Or convince his mind not to notice his wide, startled doe eyes that made him feel a certain way, or his sharp jawline, soft cheeks, his coral red lips, or the way his front teeth, peeking out from under his upper lip along with his pale pink oversized hoodie made him look so adorable he wanted to cry.
Or at least to tell himself to get a fucking mind-to-mouth filter, and apologize like a normal person instead of staring blankly at him for a good five seconds before quietly booping his nose, whispering, "Bunny!"
Jimin, his roommate and best friend, had laughed his head off when Taehyung told him about it that night, quickly recognizing the boy as Jungkook, the new kid on their dance team. Jimin loved drama, and Taehyung hadn't known if he should rejoice or curl up in a ball of embarrassment and die.
Taehyung sighed.
He had lost count of how many times he tried to talk to Jungkook ever since, asking for help he didn't really need for an essay, or maybe offer some candy. Once he even read a whole book because he saw it on Jungkook's desk, just to have something to talk to him about, only for Jungkook to flinch, stammer, look pointedly away, like every single time he'd tried before, and tell him politely, in that beautiful breathy voice, that he wasn't sure about the essay himself (Liar. He got an A+.), that he didn't like sweet things (Liar. He visited the ice cream place off campus far too often wearing those comfortable looking hoodies.), that he decided not to read the book after all (Liar. Taehyung had seen the bookmark travel down the pages until the end.)
At some point, Taehyung had tried to give up. Jungkook hated him anyway. He wasn't going to keep bugging him and make it worse. It probably just wasn't meant to be. Fate, destiny, all of that.
As the chilly breeze of spring turned into a leisurely warm summer, all of Taehyung's efforts went downhill when, one exceptionally fine day, Jungkook walked into class wearing, not another oversized hoodie, but a white half-sleeved t-shirt revealing his beautiful, veiny forearms and biceps that flexed even as he simply fixed his hair, and Taehyung wanted to drop down to his knees.
Honestly, it wasn't even about his major, all-consuming crush at this point. He wasn't expecting Jungkook to suddenly realize that he 'like' liked Taehyung too. It just really hurt to be hated by someone he had come to care so much for. All he wanted was a fair chance to apologize, perhaps to have some mutually non-escapist conversation. He wouldn't even dare to hope to be friends.
All he wanted was a fair chance to talk. Was that really too much to ask?
Taehyung shook his head, willing himself not to wallow in self-pity again.
"He's so hot, Jimin," Taehyung let out a dramatic sigh, pulling his blanket like a hood over his head, "I wanna bite him."
Jimin nodded, not looking up from where he was typing furiously on his phone.
"Park! Ji! Min!" Taehyung tried again.
"I'm listening," Jimin mumbled, frowning at the screen, clearly not paying attention.
