Catch Me

1

"JIMIN!" I call out waving my hands and jumping around. He looks down from his position on the silks high above me.

"WHAT?" He yells down, hands playing with the silks trying to find a way to hold himself up comfortably. 

"It was quitting time an hour ago man! Get your ass down here or I'm leaving you!" Jimin sighs and gracefully descends down the silks and gently landing his feet on the ground. 

"I'm sorry, I just got distracted. How about some ice cream, on me." Jimin offers with a smirk, knowing it was one of my few weaknesses. I roll my eyes and lean my head back letting out a groan.

"I really hate that all it takes is ice cream to fix the hour I just sat on my ass doing nothing." He chuckles and walks over, ruffling my hair playfully.

"So no ice cream?" I slap his hand away.

"Your paying for my two scoops you hear." I watch as he walks away, trying his hardest to shake his butt and give off a sassy appearance. This gets a laugh out of me as I put my phone into my back pocket. Jimin comes out of the lockers a few minutes later and drapes his sweaty and heavy arm over my shoulder. 

"Shall we away my lady?" I nod and wrap my arms around his waist. He leads me through the gym and to the parking lot to our ride. I open the passenger door and plop down on the comfy seat. Jimin gets in and we shove our bags behind us. He gets the car started and slowly pulls out of the spot. It takes us a couple of minutes to get to the ice cream place but soon enough I see the friendly little bunny with an ice cream cone over his ear. Jimin pulls into the lot and I was surprised to see it so empty. 

"I wonder why nobody is here?" I ask, looking around wondering where people where. Jimin chuckles and takes off his seatbelt, turning off the car.

"Could it possibly be the fact that it around six o'clock and most people are eating dinner right now?" He answers with a smirk getting out of the car.

"That's it." I sigh remembering that hour I wasted waiting for Jimin. I got out and quickly sprinted to where he was before settling into a comfortable walking speed beside him. I spot the door handle and quickly reach out for it. My fingers wrap around it and I smirk as I pull, opening the door.

"Ladies first." Jimin scoffs before smirking himself. 

"I am more of a lady than you." It was my turn to scoff and Jimin smoothly runs his hand through his hair. He chuckles softly as I follow him into the building. As soon as I enter the warm air hits me and the smell of waffles quickly invades my senses. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"God I love this place." I can hear Jimin mutter and I open my eyes. 

"Me too," I say softly, making my way over to the ordering station, Jimin not far behind me. Behind the counter is a tall man with broad shoulders. His black hair is barely parted in the middle and he has a calm smile as he watches us walk over. 

"Do you need any samples today?" He asks, his voice just as soothing as his smile. I check his name tag and it reads 'Seokjin'. 

"Not for me thank you," I say glancing up from the ice cream to make eye contact with him as I speak. I return my attention to the ice cream, trying to decide between several flavors. I can hear Jimin talking with the worker and the slide of doors. 

"You know." A new voice breaks my concentration making me look up startled. "Personally the huckleberry is my favorite." My eyes are greeted with a new worker. He has longer hair than the other one and it's much fluffier. His eyes are large and are a soft brown in color. His name tag reads 'Jungkook'. He has a small smile on his lips as he leans again the ice cream station and looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. 

"Then I'll take a double scoop of it in a waffle cone please," I say returning the smile, I carefully observe him as he nods and begins to make my order. Once he was done he held my ice cream out to me and I took it graciously, our fingers briefly touching. We both walked over in sync on our opposite sides of the counter to the machine. 

"Payment?" He asks and Jimin appears behind me and hands over his card. He looks over at my cone and groans. 

"Y/n!" I smile at him innocently at him, batting my eyes a few times and sticking out my lips.

"I said you were gonna pay for my two scoops! I clearly told you at work!" I defend, making Jimin sigh before taking his card back. 

"You're going to cause my bankruptcy. Thank you, have a good night." He directs his last sentence at the two men behind the counter they both nod and wish us both a good night.

Once we arrive at our house, I turn on the living room lights and collapse on the couch. Jimin follows suite and collapses on the couch perpendicular to mine. 

"Can you reach the remote?" He asks from his couch. I look over the table in front of me and see the remotes. I reach out my hand, my fingertips barely able to brush the bottom of the remote. I groan in defeat and pull my arm back.

"No," I answer, and Jimin sighs.

"Then let's talk until one of us can make dinner." I nod my head and raise my hand in the air making a thumbs up for Jimin to see. "That guy Jungkook at the ice cream place, he was pretty cute." 

"Yeah he was, but since when do you call guys cute?" I ask my very straight friend.

"Can't a straight man appreciate other guy's looks? Women do it all the time!" I can see him raise his hands to show his seriousness. 

"Alright, you have a point there. But Seokjin, his coworker, he was pretty cute too." I close my eyes, remembering the almost bunny smile Jungkook gave me when he handed over my ice cream. 

"But like, I think Jungkook was into you," Jimin responds from his couch.

"Pfft, what no. We were there for like two minutes." Jimin snorts and begins to laugh. 

"You clearly did not see the way he looked at you," Jimin says trying to calm himself down.

"H-how did he look at me?" I say now curious.

"Like fine art." I frown and open my eyes. I force my head up and look at my baggy sweatshirt and my sweatpants I stole from Jimin. 

"Ha! You gotta be joking me, I look like I could be a highschooler whose boyfriend just broke up with them." 

"Maybe he likes that!" Jimin exclaims throwing up his hands again. "I don't know, but I did see the way he eyed you up." I groan and sit up.

"Whatever. I'm going to make dinner." I say wanting an excuse to shut Jimin up.

"Could you be a dear and hand me the remote?" He asks in his sweetest voice possible. I get up from the couch and stretch my body a bit. I reach over and grab the remote and throw it, aiming for Jimins stomach. 

"OW!" He yells glaring at me and turning on the TV. "I said hand." I shrug my shoulders and smile at him sweetly.

"That was for being an hour late." Jimin sighs and begins flipping through shows before finding one and hitting play.