"I changed myself for you, to be the ideal man for you. To hold you close and make love to you like I've always wanted."
In which the joke of the school blooms into a beautiful man in the blink of an eye, all due to one girl who helped him recover f...
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Your fingers were seconds away from being chopped off.
"Mirey what the fuck?? I almost shit my pants!" You yelled at your friend who didn't seem to acknowledge the fact that she almost decapitated your thumb and index finger.
"Eh, slamming your locker does add a dramatic effect." Lia nonchalantly shrugs.
"Spill." Mirey spits out, her arm still extended over to where her palm met the surface of your locker.
"What are you talking about?" You ask as you attempt to shake off the adrenaline that seemed to all at once rush into your right hand.
"Oh you know what I'm talking about." She replies in an acerbic tone.
Lia helplessly sighs and crosses her arms, "She thinks you're talking to a guy that you're not telling us about."
You absolutely despised the way your face easily went up in flames whenever you felt embarrassed or like you were caught. Lia's and Mirey's expressions easily turn into shocked ones as your face had 'Jimin' written all over it.
"Oh my gosh you are." Lia unbelievably confirmed, your silence only confirming that statement more.
"I fucking called it, what the hell is his name hoe speak." Mirey demands.
"...Jimin, but we're just friends." You proclaimed.
"Bullshit."
"That's a hot name."
Mirey and Lia simultaneously spoke, their replies showcasing their different personalities more than anything.
"Then why are you blushing?" Mirey queried skeptically.
"I-I'm not."
"This bitch really be stuttering too huh. Well, do you like like him or not?"
You paused hesitantly for a few seconds, trying to confirm your jumbled up feelings while at the same time attempting to figure out what to tell these two idiots without making a big deal of it. You also found it exceptionally important to mention nothing about Jimin's eating disorder as it was nobody's business.
"...Not in that way."
<•~•>
"Hey, Y/n wait up!"
You hear a man's voice from behind you, you curiously turn back in response to the voice.
"Oh, Jinyoung right? From...chemistry?" You recalled, looking up at him and wondering what he could possibly want since you've barely spoken to him.
"Bingo," He replies as the two of you walked side by side and proceeded out of the main doors, "I just thought I'd come and say hi since there's a chance Mr. Choi will make us lab partners."
"Oh? How come?" You nonchalantly asks, fidgeting nervously with your keys out of habit.
"People from 1st period were saying he assigned people sitting close to each other out of convenience; I sit right behind you." Jinyoung pointed out.
It soon turned into a casual chat between the two of you, oblivion seemingly covering you like a shield as you failed to notice Jimin's saddened expression watching from afar.
He didn't know what this feeling was, but it tug at his heart strings to see you walking next to a handsome and taller guy, whose physique Jimin found to be more muscular and attractive than his ever was and ever will be. Oh how foolish he felt to think you'd ever seen him as anything more than a sick burden.
"So anyway I thought I'd get your num—"
"Jimin! There you are!" You ran ahead towards Jimin who stood his ground at the usual place the two of you always met after school to head to your place.
"—okkkay I'll see you later too." Jinyoung muttered awkwardly to himself before he walked away.
You smiled brightly at the shorty before taking a good look at his downcast features, your own grin beginning to form into a frown. "Everything okay?"
"Yep. Just great." He replies, looking down at his shoes and failing to look you in the eyes.
"Are you su—"
"I'm actually kinda busy, I'll just head home for today."
"Oh...okay, um..." You trailed off as Jimin slunk away, not allowing any opportunities for further conversation.
<•~•>
Deja vu.
That's what Jimin felt as he looked at himself in the mirror of his own home. He recalled his daily routine of putting himself down as he stared at every flaw of his body in absolute disgust.
That wasn't the only thing disgusting.
He was disgusted of the way he considered vomiting again. After all he went through with you, after the countless encouraging moments he shared with you, his mind still dared wander off into such darkness.
He remembered how your smile could motivate him to get over any hardships, he recalled all the moments where you tried to break the ice and genuinely befriend him.
Most importantly though, he remembered how he felt when he saw you walking with a different man.
Frustration.
Insecurity.
...Jealousy.
That's all it took for Jimin to shake off any unnecessary thoughts and change into his workout attire.
