It all started with Boba

Chapter 7

Jungkook's POV

"You like Jimin?"

Oh god, this is not the way I saw our conversation going. I can't explain it, I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

She reminds me so much of Jin that it's not even funny. I feel like I can confide in her all the same.

"Who's Jimin?"

But that. That right there. It gets me. She met all of us yesterday...

"He was the guy I walked in with yesterday. The guy who was standing beside me. The guy who, only when he stands on his toes, reaches my neck. The guy whose skin is so smooth and always seems to glow. The guy with the softest gaze," I break eye contact with her and look down, a laugh leaving me. "and really tiny hands."

The sound of her chuckling causes me to look up.

"Wow, I remember a time when I felt exactly like you have." She brings the drink up to her mouth, but pauses before the straw connects. "It's been a long time since then though..."

"I'm assuming things didn't end well?"

"It never does when it involves a friend..." She pauses and looks at me, regret showing on her face immediately. "I'm not saying that it won't with you!" She rushes out. "I just, never really had luck with anyone, you know?" She pauses before her face reddens. "I mean- of course you wouldn't know, look at you and look at me."

Her cheeks are a dark crimson color, and she won't make eye contact with me.

"I mean-" I reach across the table, cutting her off, and grab her hand.

"Hey, I kinda am in your situation. I'm in love with my friend and I don't know what to do."

She looks thoughtful for a moment, then looks up to me. "How does he react around you?"

"What?" Her question catches me off guard, I've never really thought about it before.

"Does he smile whenever he's with you," Her words sound sincere, but pain stricken. She continues on nonetheless. "does he ever make simple gestures to touch you, or does he make the effort to spend alone quality time?"

As I listen to her list the telltale signs, I can't help but think of all the times I spent with him.

Jimin is the type of person who always wants to make everyone feel included, even since the startup of our group. He had always joked and messed with me, as the youngest member, he would even hang all over me. But I was new to being in a band and I just assumed that's the way you acted.

Thinking of the past, I can feel my face redden as I slowly start to remember when I first realized that I had feelings for him.

I had been homesick. I loved getting the opportunity to go to new places, and meeting all kinds of people, but the constant moving and busy schedule started tiring me out.

I remember out of nowhere, Jimin had started hanging around me more. We started rooming together, and being paired for projects by Nam-Joon. He always seemed to drift closer to me whenever I started feeling down.

Not long after we had a concert. We were all tired and sore from training so hard, but during our concert we performed nearly flawlessly.

I remember we had finished our last song of the night. I was panting for air, as we all were, we put so much at the end just for our fans. Jimin's weight was placed directly on top of my shoulders, as I kneeled, and I couldn't help but smile out into the glowing arena. We worked so hard for this, and I couldn't help as my eyes turned warm from the tears, I was so happy. I could feel Jimin rubbing his hands across my chest in a soothing motion, everything was perfect. I glanced to the side of me and saw how happy he was, and I could feel his arms tighten around me as he too started to cry.

I remember my hand lifting on its own accord, and grabbing the side of his face softly as I whipped his tears away. His own hand left my chest and wrapped around my wrist, his smile was something otherworldly. I found myself being able to stare at his face for a lifetime, until the closing song came on and the lights went out, shielding my view.

Till this day, I don't remember moving, but our lips brushed across each other's in the darkness. The movement was tender and light, but ended much too soon as the other members crowded around and pushed us towards the small opening in the stage floor.

We got pushed apart on the lift, and by the time we actually got to the lightened area underground, Jimin seemed as if nothing happened.

Maybe it was me, maybe I had imagined the whole thing.

He never acted differently towards me, I mean right after we all huddled together and laughed about everyone crying, and he never said a word. But after that, my feelings changed, I could never see him as just a friend anymore.

I can feel my shoulders slump forward. Haylee looks at me as if she can tell exactly what I'm thinking.

"I don't know." Even after telling her that whole story afterwards, my answer stayed the same. "Like I said, Jimin likes to take care of others. Even though he laughs with me, brushes past my shoulder, and hangs out with me separately, those don't actually prove he likes me back. He does that with all the others too."

For a moment it's quiet, but Haylee's phone soon chimes from beside her. A blush spreads across her face as she reaches for it.

"I'm sorry, I thought I put it on silent, this person keeps texting me." She looks a little flushed as she types her reply. "And it's funny, because I don't even know the number."

She flashes her phone in my direction, and what it shows startles me.

It's weird, because I do know this number, it's saved in my phone. But why would he text her, and how did he get her number?