change ≋ pjm. (ON HOLD)

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"Hey—"

"Y/n," You hear Jimin's voice from behind you interrupt Jinyoung as you pack up what was left of your things on the desk.

Oh right. That happened.

That was the thought that invaded your mind at that very moment, reminding you of the unbelievable and extremely random situation at hand. Let's take a moment to summarize, shall we?

Park Jimin's back.

He doesn't look like the Jimin. You know, the one who was stuck in a desk and didn't bother doing much about it until you came.

You have many questions for him.

You've got a bruise on your bony ass and it hurts.

Before any of the other thirsty chicks got the opportunity to flicker their lashes at Jimin, and before Jinyoung stuck to you like gum on a desk again, "you wanna go grab a drink?"

Gaining a handful of glares and whines of disappointment as a result of the forbidden question, you glanced at Jimin who either ignored or actually was oblivious to the dozen girls practically begging to jump on him already.

"Su—"

"Alright I'd love to keep all of you here but I'm trying to enjoy my 5 minute break in peace," Mrs. Kwon interrupted, "so if y'all would please get the hell out of my classroom."

"Let's go." Jimin said as he casually walked his way through the wall of girls separating the two of you, his shoulder bumped with a couple here and there—which seemed as if it sent them to heaven and back—before he grabbed hold of your hand and led the way out.

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"Here." Jimin handed you your hot chocolate then took a sip of his.

You helplessly followed behind him, somehow not knowing what the hell to say even though there were about a million things running through your head.

You both sat side by side on a bench, Jimin ever so casually sipping more of his hot chocolate as he looked around. You silently stared in disbelief at how normally he's taking this situation.

"What's my Call of Duty username?" Was your attempt at confirming whether this really is the Jimin you knew.

This caused Jimin to giggle uncontrollably, his disappeared eyes already semi confirming that it really is him, "All of a sudden? You're such a weirdo."

"Answer." You demanded, a mini pout instinctively forming on your lips.

"Nyancat69."

Oh, fudge nuggets.

"Do you realize the state of shock I'm in right now? I mean I—" You chuckle in disbelief, running your fingers through your hair then abruptly looking back at Jimin. Your brows frown at Jimin's playful grin, throwing you off guard a bit.

"You um," You cough nervously, "got...a...haircut?

Jimin again erupted in laughter, covering his mouth as he threw his head back dramatically. You stared at him in pure confusion and astonishment before his laughter died down into a soft smile. He leaned forward and straightened his posture as he looked down at the cup of hot chocolate in his hands, already creating a more serious atmosphere.

"I went back to Busan sophomore year and did online school there." He said out of nowhere, catching you by surprise. "I took it as an opportunity to kinda collect myself...in a couple different ways."

You diverted your full attention to what he was saying, the cup of hot chocolate warming up your fingers in the chilled sunset.

"I was at really low point if I had to be honest," He let out a sad chuckle, "I didn't know what I wanted to do in the future; basically had no clue where my life was going."

"I even almost went back to doing...that." You immediately caught on to what he meant, frowning even deeper. "But do you wanna know what kept me going all that time?"

He faced you seriously, yet with a hint of softness in his chocolate orbs. You got lost in his gaze as you awaited for his response.

"You, Y/n." Your eyes slightly widened in a mix of shyness and surprise before you looked elsewhere, feeling your cold cheeks suddenly heat up.

"W-What do you mean?" You asked, mentally cursing the tiny voice crack that decided to join the conversation.

"I remembered everything we went through together, everything you said to me that made me feel as if giving up should never be an option." He said, almost sounding affectionate and grateful.

"But yeah," He exhaled and relaxed on the bench then looked up at the sky, "I kept doing school, started working out and...one thing led to another I guess."

Losing the tiniest amount of weight really can make the biggest difference. Or is it just that puberty hit him like a truck?

Jimin wasn't dangerously overweight when you first met. In fact, his weight loss was barely one of the first changes you've noticed. It was as if...his entire attitude changed; his added muscle mass, pushed back hair, and sharper jawline definitely helping. He oozed confidence, his rather beautiful facial features standing out more than they could've in the beginning now that he allowed them to. If a healthy weight loss is what took him to open up, then you didn't mind it in the least.

But then why did you feel like you already miss the old Jimin?

"Why did you come back? I-I mean it's not that I didn't want you to I'm just—"

"I know Y/n," He giggled, "I actually got scouted for a modeling job. It was never something I even considered, but I finally felt kinda...wanted."

Something almost sad sparked in your heart at that statement. Was Jimin really feeling that neglected?

"But that's not even the main reason." He suddenly stated, affectionately staring at you as he had his elbow propped on his knee and placed the side of his face in his palm.

"What do you—"

"Do you wanna do something fun tomorrow?" He excitedly asked, "You know, to catch up and...stuff."

"Sure, why not." You replied as you saw him push himself up with his arms, not failing to notice how his muscles flexed with the slightest movement.

What the hell? Snap out of it pervert.

"Oh by the way, do you think we can get Mrs. Kown to change our seats? There's someone blocking my, uh, view."

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