I sprint out the door for the gates and I can just barely spot Jimin's head in the masses of girls surrounding him. I manage to catch up to them but the group continues to walk, ignoring me.
"JIMIN!" I yell. "JIMIN WAIT!"
He doesn't hear me.
"I need to speak to Jimin," I say.
"Yeah, right," one of the girls of the group tells me.
"I need to apologize," I say.
"No way," another one says shoving me.
Okay. You asked for it!
"AHHHHHHHH!"
I shove my way through the tight group, knocking over girls, pushing, kicking, maybe even a little biting, until I finally reach the center where Jimin is standing, looking stunned.
The girls begin to crowd around me again, but I hold out my arms.
" LET ME SPEAK TO HIM." I demand ferociously.
They stop.
"What do you want?" Jimin says looking at me.
"I told you," I say looking at his chin. "I want to apologize."
"Okay."
"I'm sorry."
"Fine, I accept it," Jimin says.
"You say that, but you're still angry!"
"Of course I am! You tricked me! TWICE! Made me the fool! And then the pudding!? I mean, you really think I'd get over all that really easily!?"
I shake my head. "No! But I realized something really important through all this!"
"WHAT."
I raise my head and look directly at him. At his beautiful face and perfect features.
My turn.
I pull out a roll of duct tape from my bag, rip a piece, and place it over my mouth. Jimin doesn't say a word. I proceed to pull out a large pad and a black marker. For a few seconds there is only the sound of my permanent marker scribbling. Finally, I stop and I look back up directly at Jimin's beauty. I can feel my stomach responding, but I've Kito-proofed myself. Then I open the pad and reveal the first page.
I'm sorry!
Next page.
But...
Next.
I like you.
Flip.
I like you, Park Jimin.
Flip.
Even if you do make me throw up.
And for the first time in two days, Jimin smiles.
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Fear Me P.JM
FanfictionMy name is Nikito Travis. I'm a junior in high school, and I live with a terrifying, soul-shaking curse: I am absolutely, irrationally afraid of beautiful men. Like, heart-palpitations, knees-buckling, can't-make-eye-contact kind of afraid. It's tra...
