JiKook Oneshots (Not Mine)

My Heart Beats FOR YOU (Pt 1)

Chapter 1: one; kids

park jimin: eleven
jeon jungkook: nine

park jimin stared at his classmate, his mean classmate, sejun, in disbelief, “y-you want me to arm wrestle with someone?” 

sejun grinned, “only once you prove your strength can we allow you to play with us, jimin.” 

jimin knew he wasn’t the strongest eleven-year-old. he knew he was shorter than most of his classmates. he knew he could never run fast enough to escape them when they played police-police. he knew, but still didn’t understand why sejun and his group of friends wouldn’t let jimin play with them. during recess, while sejun and his friends, which included most of the boys of their grade, played hide and seek and other exciting games (which jimin would love to be a part of), jimin would simply sit under the shade of a tree in the playground and colour in his marvel colouring book. he had, numerous times, asked to be included, only to have them whine at him, “but jimin, you’re so slow. it’s no fun to have you play with us. you’re always caught out first. and when you become the denner, you’re never able to find anybody!” after having heard that same answer a few times, jimin stopped asking to be included. 

but today, jimin asked again. he loved filling red and blue into spider-man’s suit, but on some days, he’d also love to play with his classmates. sometimes, just sometimes, his heart would ache when he would hear the sounds of all the boys wholeheartedly laughing as they would run around, while he simply filled in the empty spaces with his crayons. 

so jimin asked sejun, the strongest and most assertive boy of their grade who everyone from their grade considered as their leader, if he could play with them. but that only led to having sejun ask jimin to arm wrestle with someone in order to prove his strength, to prove that he was worthy enough to play with them. 

jimin’s heart sped up anxiously at this idea, since he knew he’d probably lose and end up getting mocked by most of his class for being defeated too easily. jimin tugged on his sweater sleeves and nervously looked around the playground, avoiding having to look at sejun. he so regretted asking to be included. 

another boy, who jimin could never remember the name of, whispered something in sejun’s ear, only to have sejun sigh and agree with the boy. jimin looked up at them, confused and curious. 

sejun spoke again, his harsh and loud voice making jimin flinch, “we know you’re too scared to arm wrestle with someone from our grade. we know you think you’ll lose—”

“he doesn’t think wrong,” the boy next to sejun snickered. 

sejun let out a light laugh and continued, “how about you arm wrestle with somebody from...two grades below us. you’ll have higher chances of winning. actually, you probably will win. and then you can play with us. simple.”

something about sejun’s devious grin told jimin that the offer wasn’t made with the good intention that it seemed to have; it wasn’t as simple as he made it sound. 

but jimin was willing to take the chance. you’re probably stronger than a nine-year-old, he told himself. but if you lose, it’ll be ten time more humiliating. 

finally, jimin decided that it couldn’t be more humiliating than having to sit under a tree every single day with a colouring book and a bunch of crayons while all the other boys played games together. 

“o-okay, i’ll do it,” jimin spoke softly. 

sejun and his friend grinned at this. sejun patted jimin on the back, with a little too much force, making jimin stumble forward.