In love with my best friend | Jimin fan fiction

Her again

Jiwoo POV

Nari has just left for work and I was left alone sitting on the couch watching tv

As I sat there, I thought about what Nari had told me

"it's because he wants to spend time with you!"

I sighed, I was so confused with what I was feeling and what Jimin was feeling

Just then my phone buzzed, alerting me that I had just gotten a text

                         Text Conversation

Mark: Hey, I'll be there in about 2 hours to pick you up :)

Jiwoo: Okay, I'll be ready

I slowly got up and headed to the shower

After my long and thoughtful shower, I put on some light, natural makeup then went to the closet

I dried and then put light curls in my hair, keeping them more wavy than curly

I picked out a pair of black skinny jeans and then an oversized beige hoodie

I walked out to the living room and straightened out the couch before putting on my white filas

I sat down on the couch looking through my phone with the 20 minutes I had left to spare

After sitting there for a while there was a knock at the door. I slowly got up and opened the door to a huge smile on Marks face

"Hey" He said and he pulled me in for a kiss

I smiled "hey" I said before our lips made contact for a few seconds

"Ready to go?" He asked as he looked at me

I nodded and we made our way out of the apartment and then down to his car

"So, who's party are we going to?" I asked looking out the window then over to him

"My friend, Jackson's party" he replied, keeping his eyes on the road "who you've met before"

I furrowed my eyebrows and thought back

We sat in silence for a few seconds until I let out an "oh"

He chuckled

"He was the guy that was with you at the restaurant, when we first met" I said, remembering that day

"Yeah, he's my best friend, and we just so happen to work at the same company" he said smiling

"That's like me and-" I paused and looked down as I muttered his name quietly "Jimin"

He glanced over at me and frowned. He reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly

I shook the sadness from my thoughts and sighed "it's okay, I'm okay"

"It's okay if you're not. He's your best friend" Mark said sincerely

I nodded "we haven't been talking lately, and the only time I see him is at work"

"Maybe tomorrow, you could make plans to hang out" he suggested

"I could try, hopefully he'll respond to my text" I said, feeling the sadness overwhelm me again

He rubbed the back of my hand "it'll all be okay"

I looked up at him and smiled "Thank you"

A few minutes later, we had arrived at a very expensive looking apartment building

Mark has gotten out, and so did I

He intertwined our fingers together as he led me inside

He walked me over to the elevator and pressed the button. We sat there for a few seconds until the elevator opened with a ding