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Nervous

Jimin is never nervous. Usually his confidence is off the charts. But today it's different. He doesn't know if this Jungkook guy even is into men, or into him. He's got no social media, maybe he doesn't wanna be found. Maybe he's in a relationship. There is so much that could go wrong.

Jimin puts aside his phone.

He stands up, walks towards the dirty mirror. His room is a mess, like always. He's never in the mood to clean up, but it doesn't bother him. He likes the mess, he feels comfortable in it.

Jimin's hair falls messy into his forehead, but he kinda likes it. He didn't brush it yet, he doesn't feel sleepy, but definetly looks like he hasn't slept in three nights.

Maybe it's because he's scared. The nervousness makes his heart pump. What is he so afraid of?

The worst thing that could happen is that Jungkook doesn't like him.

Well that would probably break his heart, but Jimin'll get over it. He's a strong man. He looks himself in the eye. You can do it. You're nice. You're smart. You're somewhat handsome.

He still has to get used to his blonde hair, which he dyed so that Yoongi would like him better. It didn't make a difference. He still barely talks to Jimin, maybe even less than before.

But this isn't about Yoongi. This is about Yoongis smoking hot friend Jungkook.

"You can do it!" Jimin says out loud this time. He walks back to his bed, grabs his phone and starts typing.