Churn [Jikook ff] ✅

Part 3

Jimin's POV

"Jiminie, where's your class next?" Taehyung asked as he packed his books, getting up from his seat.

Despite being in a different course, Taehyung has been taking a few of the same classes as I was every semester and he was only a few rooms away from mine at the dorm, so we started becoming closer since the first time we met.

He was a great guy to be friends with, as he was always there for me even when I got treated unfairly by the only one Jeon in the school.

We walked together towards the door, blending ourselves with the other students who were going their separate ways after the class ended.

"My class is canceled though. I thought you don't have classes anymore after this?" I raised one eyebrow at the taller friend of mine, and he sighed in exasperation at my words.

"Ugh, why does our schedules never matched? I suddenly got a replacement class," Taehyung slung his bag over his shoulder and I just grinned when he pouted childishly.

"How long is the class?" I asked.

"One hour," he answered, and I thought for a second before giving my suggestion.

"I can wait for you at the cafe, Tae," I just watched as Taehyung flashed his pretty boxy grin before wrapping one of his arms around my shoulder.

"Great! I'll treat you to lunch later. So, don't eat anything heavy at the cafe while you're waiting for me, okay?" he dragged me to walk with him through the hallway and I just let him be, because his hug was warm.

Taehyung has the warmest bear hug in the world.

"I won't. I'm not really hungry anyways," looking up to his face, Taehyung finally let me go as we reached the junction where we had to separate.

"Okay, see you!" he waved as he walked towards the direction of his class, and I just waved back before also making my way to the cafe.

The cafe was quite filled, with students having their break before their next class, or having discussions and studies in groups without being too serious, over drinks and snacks.

I went straight to the fridge and took out a can of black coffee, and paid at the counter before looking for empty table.

Finding a spot that was not too close from the others, I sat down after placing my bag on the table and took out my phone from the back pocket of my jeans.

I would sometimes flicked my eyes to the entrance door whenever someone came into the cafe, just because there wasn't anything really interesting in my phone.

But then when I saw a certain person entering the cafe, my heart beat loudly and I quickly diverted my eyes to the scenery outside the window.

It's Jungkook.

Trying to calm my irregular heartbeat, I felt the familiar churn in my stomach as I prayed that he won't realized that I was here.

Even if he did, I prayed hard that he won't get close to me.

Like he had always did since our last encounter that night.

After that eventful night, I did exactly what I told him by ignoring his overall existence, and thankfully Jungkook did the same.

Even though I felt his stares sometimes, I did my best to ignore him when we passed by each other, and only breathed in relieved when he was finally out of my sight.

After a few minutes passed and nothing happened to me, I decided that Jungkook has probably left the cafe, only to jump in my seat when a loud clank was heard right in front of me, indicating that someone had slammed his can of drink on the table.