Here's My Number

14

You texted Jimin five minutes ago to tell him you were coming.

And now you're standing before his house, too nervous to even step on the threshold. It's just Jimin. You remind yourself. You're friends. If you act awkward now, he'll stop liking you and you'll never date him.

You sigh and brush the hair out of your face before nervously stepping onto the front porch and wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans.

You reach forward and ring the doorbell. This is it. You have the chance to run away right now. Run away and say you had to cancel last minute.

You hold yourself in place and wait until it's too late to turn back.

He answers the door.

And he's breathtaking.

His silvery hair is shiny and soft as ever. He's brushed his hand through it so many times- a habit of his you've noticed- that it stays in place up above his forehead.

He wears a loose short-sleeved black shirt and grey sweatpants. He smiles wide when he sees you and opens the screen door to let you in. You hum a quick greeting nervously and walk past him and into the living room of his house.

"Ayo," a voice calls from the living room. Mikey is lounging comfortably on the couch with his earbuds plugged into his phone, which is held out in front of him with a girl on the screen.

You wave shyly at him and he smiles and turns back to his screen.

"Hey Jimin, is that your friend?"

A woman's head peers around a wall at the end of the hallway where the kitchen must be. She turns the corner and comes toward you. She isn't a skinny woman. She's very-um-wide all around. Her hair is a funny purple color and falls in waves over her shoulders. She isn't the prettiest of women but she has the kindest smile on her face that makes you feel welcome.

"I'm Sharon," she introduces herself, holding her hand out to you. "You must be Y/n."

You blush. She's heard about me? You wonder. You glance at Jimin, who is watching your response. You turn redder when you make eye contact.

You look his host mother in the eye when you shake her hand. "Yes," you say formally. "It's nice to meet you."

"Aw, she's so sweet," Sharon says, turning to Jimin and rubbing his arm. He looks down with his eyes widened in a kill-me-now expression as his face turns pink.

"Well, I've heard so much about you," Sharon says, looking at you again. "Thank you for being his friend, Y/n, he didn't think he would have a good school year but here he is, with you, having fun-"

"Okay, that's enough," Jimin chuckles nervously. He nudges Sharon back toward the kitchen urgently and she laughs, winks at you, and leaves. Jimin looks at you with his reddened expression and gestures toward the stairs.

"It's quieter up there," he says. "And there's a lot of space in my room for dancing, so-"

"Ooh, straight to your room?" Mikey cuts in. You blush harder and Jimin gasps, grabs your wrist, and pulls you up the stairs before Mikey can say something inappropriate. "Leave the door open- three inches!"  He calls after the two of you.

Jimin leads you to his room and lets go of your wrist. "S-Sorry about them," he mumbles. "They're a little... excited that I have a friend."

You giggle. "You seem close with them."

"Yeah... I'm really close with Mikey."

You nod. "Sharon seems nice."

"She does, doesn't she?"