My Mate Is Too Shy {Jiminxreader}

25) Of Ships and Giggles

Date: ‪November 13th‬
Time: ‪5:03pm‬
Location: A new place
Mood: Nervous, excited
<><><>

New people, a new place. Comfort zone, who? Each new day and every instance spent with Hyuna or talking to Jimin, that particular zone seemed to grow and stretch. By this point she could even look her friend in the face without feeling too awful, but even texting Jimin brought her body's temperature up to a dangerous degrees. Though that was for a whole different reason.

That respectful distance he had given her still existed in text messaging. Jimin would message at certain points of the day. Mostly a good morning and a good night. The topic never varied too much, it was kept simple but friendly. But he always worded things in such a way that gave the impression that he would message again the next day, and would always look forward to speaking to her. Actually, that last part he had said aloud. Last night when he had taken a chance and called her.

The fact that she answered on the first ring was definitely a good sign.

"He-hey Jimin—Oh, sorry, I didn't mean—I think—never mind, I-I'll hang up."

"No!" he nearly shouted, ignoring his dad's quizzical look. "Call me Jimin. I really want you to."

They hadn't discussed what to call one another, but he'd assumed (more like hoped) that being the same age, she would call him by name. Honestly she could call him TurdAss and he would be fine with it.

Or maybe not.

"O-ok. Sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I don't know," she confessed quietly, feeling more miserable by the second. Why couldn't she be normal for a change? Before she could stop herself she uttered it once again. "Sorry."

He chuckled, imagining the red undoubtedly blooming on her face at the moment. "Don't be. There's nothing to be sorry for."

Silence fell, as was custom with this still new and awkward relationship. They'd forgotten this part of it since it was nonexistent in text.

"Um," Jimin finally hummed. "How have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"A little lonely. But...don't just say 'good' when I ask how you've been or how your day was. I want to know everything about it, even the boring parts. I mean, if you're ok with that," he backtracked, worried he had taken it too far, "only tell me what you're comfortable with. Heck—you can hang up on me if you want." he paused before whispering, "but please don't do that."

There was no telling if it was his rambling or her stuttering awkward self, but whatever passed by then broke the ice and the tension eased between them. Y/n giggled and he joined in after. When they quieted down she had the strongest urge to apologize but held back, knowing that would put them back at square one.

Instead, with a low and shaky voice she went into as much detail as she could remember. Which wasn't much. It was like the moment someone asked her about it, all memories were wiped from her mind.

"I've been...normal. Except no job, so I spent more time with my little sister. I," she idly plucked at the corner of her pillow case, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep already due to boredom. "I took her to her ballet lesson yesterday."

"She takes ballet?" he sounded more interested than she expected. "What type?"

"I-I think classical."