red tu·lips
/red ˈt(y)o͞oləp/
1. the state of being in love
2. perfect love
3. irresistible love or a person's belief in true love
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[double update today! please read 049 before this one. thank u!🤍]
Hwayoung
I sat here, on top of the rooftop. I didn't call Jimin. I wished to be alone. I wanted to drown in my own thoughts, in a place where I felt safe.
I glanced at my flowers as they laid against the ledge. Jimin's buckwheat flowers shining the brightest.
I had decided to place them on the rooftop, where we had shared many moments before.
And where I realized I liked him.
I always believed I was in love with Hobi, he was the person I could always count on. He was there through every setback, every breakdown, every heart-ache... everything.
Hobi was the rock to my current. Through every wave, he stuck by me. I truly believed I was in love with him.
Until I met Jimin.
Jimin made me feel unexplainable things, they consumed me. I never knew why I brought him to the rooftop with me that day after our ice cream.
It just felt right. He felt right.
As I spent time with Jimin, dancing with him, choreographing with him, getting to know him... I knew something changed.
My cheeks would remain the same pale color as I interacted with Hoseok. Whenever Hobi looked at me, no butterflies erupted in my stomach, but a warm feeling instead.
I was aware that these two events were not mutually exclusive.
Jimin complimented me, in every possible way.
He didn't shy away the night I went to his record store, drunk out of my mind. He didn't leave, even with my insecurities. He encouraged me when I danced till the next morning.
Jimin.
I sighed as I took a sip of my coffee.
As if he heard my internal storm, I spot a mop of blonde curls as they climb the fire escape.
His big eyes come into view as he peeks through the ledge.
"Little flower," Jimin smiled once he finally arrives at the rooftop. "I was looking for you. You weren't answering your phone." He pouted as he sat down next to me.
"I'm sorry." I imitated his pout, earning a genuine grin from him.
"I forgive you, I just wanted to spend the afternoon with you." He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
I instinctively wrapped mine around his torso and placed my head on his chest.
"Are you okay?" He gently questioned as he stroke my long brown hair.
"Yeah, I'm just glad you're here." I snuggled closer to him. He chuckled slightly in response, my head moving with the vibrations of his chest.
"Always, little flower," Jimin whispered and wrapped his arms tighter around me.
It happened so suddenly, I was so unaware of it.
But I fell completely and utterly in love with him.
━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫･━━━━━━ author's note:
little hwayoung is in love🥺
wow i love jimin and hwayoung so much,,, my actual smol babIESSS
i hope u all liked it
remember there are some time skips so this did not just happen over night
