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Ah yes, graduation. The moment every student has been dreaming of ever since they stepped foot in the gates of high school, and now—it was right around the corner.
Jimin, of course, has been anticipating this moment as well, but it wasn’t just because of the same reason. What mattered to him the most was finding out if he got the school’s scholarship. A scholarship that only one student out of all the class had the privilege of receiving. A scholarship that Jimin has dedicated the entirety of his high school years in obtaining. He needed this scholarship in order to go into his dream college, since his parents didn’t have the money to fully afford it.
It was going great the first few years—Jimin always getting the top grades and being the star student that he is in order to achieve it. That is until a boy named Jeon Jungkook transferred here in grade second, who complicated his plans.
At first, Jimin didn’t really mind him, he was still getting the top scores, despite Jungkook just being a couple of points behind. This all changed as time passed, Jungkook was now being the elite star student. Everyone recognized him, every teacher loved him, and that worried Jimin. It worried him a lot.
That is when Jimin started seeing him as a threat.
It was a shame really. If it were other circumstances, Jimin was sure they could’ve become great friends, but right now, Jungkook was his rival—his biggest competition, and believe it or not, the feeling was mutual.
To be honest, Jimin didn’t know why Jungkook was after the scholarship in the first place. The guy was filthy rich, so it didn’t make sense why he also wanted it so badly. He just figured Jungkook was only doing it in order to spite him.
“The scholarship winner is announced today,” his best friend Taehyung acknowledged as he placed an arm around his shoulders. “Are you nervous?”
“No, not really,” he lied through his teeth. The truth is that he was actually very nervous. The last thing he wanted was for Jungkook to win the scholarship. His scholarship.
“I know I’m going to win it,” he added to boost his confidence.
“I know you will too Minie,” Taehyung said with a bright smile as they both headed towards the amphitheater, where the principal was going to announce the scholarship winner.
When they made their way inside, they found their seats closer to the front, because Taehyung insisted they had to be the closest to the stage as possible so that Jimin didn’t have to take such a long walk to accept his award. He tried to protest, since he didn’t really like the attention that would bring him, but in the end he let it be, because there was no use arguing with the brunette.
“You scared, Park?” he heard a familiar voice mutter right next to him. He knew exactly who that voice belonged to.
Jeon Jungkook.
Jimin rolled his eyes. “You wish, Jeon,” he replied to him with a scowl.
“May the best student win,” was the last thing Jungkook said before the principal arrived and began to speak into the microphone.
“Welcome students of Yongsan,” the principal said with a smile. “I bet you are all excited for this announcement, but first I would like to start by saying a few words.”
The principal began saying her introductions and thank you’s to all the staff, which was rather boring and Jimin felt like she was taking so long. With every passing moment, he grew even more anxious. He really needed this scholarship. There was no other university out there that he felt like going to. It has always been NYU. It was his dream.
“And now, the moment you have all been waiting for,” the principal announced into the microphone. “The winner of the scholarship!”
Everyone started clapping, minus Jimin who remained completely still—taking a huge gulp, anticipating and dreading the moment simultaneously.
“This scholarship will cover all the cost of tuition for the student’s desired college, as well aid in dorms and other expenses,” she continued—Jimin’s nerves growing by the second.
“The student who will receive this is someone who has shown extreme dedication and leadership throughout all the years they have studied in this academy.”
“Can she hurry up? I’m growing nervous for you,” Taehyung uttered, which made Jimin chuckle.
“The winner of the annual scholarship is,” the principal took a pause to open up the golden envelope that was on her hands.
This was it.
Jimin closed his eyes as he took one final deep breath to calm down his nerves.
“Jeon Jungkook!” she announced. The whole crowd erupted in cheers and claps as Jungkook stood up from his seat, and started making his way towards the stage.
Jimin’s heart fell as he looked down at his lap trying to contain the tears. All the work that he has done over the years was for nothing. He didn’t win the scholarship. He couldn’t go to his dream college now. Everything felt numb.
“Jimin, are you alright?” his best friend questioned as he placed one of his hands on top of Jimin’s for comfort.
Jimin’s breathing increased as he looked up at the stage where Jungkook was accepting the scholarship with a bright smile—his famous stupid bright smile. Everything began to spin.
He needed to get out of here.
Just then, he stood up from his chair and sprinted out of the theater, ignoring the calls that came from his best friend.
His dreams were crushed. He felt like his future was ruined. It was one of the worst feelings he has ever experienced. He really wished this was all a nightmare that he could wake up from, but it was not. This was reality. A very sad reality.
Just when Jimin reached the hallways, he leaned towards a wall and slided down, finally letting the tears fall. He covered his mouth trying to choke out his sobs in hopes of no one listening to them.
He really hoped no one listened.
— ♡ —
The next day rolled around rather quickly—Jimin trying his best to ignore everyone around him, so they wouldn’t have to judge him for complete failure.
He still hadn’t told his parents about not getting the scholarship. He didn’t want to come to terms with reality for when they eventually tell him he can’t go to NYU just yet. He’ll find a way to get the money somehow—he promised himself.
“Hello Jimin,” he heard a voice snicker, and he didn’t even have to turn around to know who it belonged to.
“Leave me alone Jungkook,” he snarled, keeping his head straight ahead. The last thing he wanted to do was to see the brunette haired boy.
“Just wanted to congratulate you on putting up a good fight,” Jungkook began saying in a sarcastic tone. “You were a tough competitor, but at least I got to win in the end.”
That last part made his blood boil. Usually Jimin was able to handle the younger's witty comments, but not this one.
Before he even got the chance to process what he was doing, he turned around and grabbed Jungkook by the collar of his shirt—pushing him against the school lockers rather harshly.
“I told you to leave me alone,” Jimin uttered in a more serious tone as he glared at the younger male—who’s eyes looked like they were about to fly out of his sockets.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” Jungkook bellowed, causing Jimin to tighten the grip he had on his shirt collar.
“You don’t even need the scholarship,” Jimin gritted through his teeth. “You literally ruined my life.”
“Who says I don’t need it?” the brunette questioned with a quirked eyebrow.
“Everyone knows you’re filthy rich Jeon,” he spat at him, loosening the grip he had on his collar.
Jungkook just stood there completely still and said nothing. Then, Jimin shot one last harsh glare at Jungkook before letting him go and turning around—quickly walking towards his next class as he pretended to ignore the quiet “weirdo” that came out of the latter’s mouth.
— ♡ —
“I’m sorry Mr. Park, but sadly there’s nothing we can do,” the principal, Mrs. Lee, told him in an apologetic tone.
“Are you sure? Isn’t there any other possible way there can be another scholarship?” Jimin asked the principal once again.
“No, again I’m very sorry,” the principal shook her head in an apologetic way once again. “You can try applying to other scholarships, I’m sure that with your grades and excellent talents you can get other scholarships.”
That seemed to be easier said than done.
Of course Jimin has applied to other scholarships, but none of them had reached back just yet. Plus, there was no other scholarship that paid full tuition. It was the very least to say that Jimin was very fucked. Absolutely fucked.
“Thank you anyway, Mrs. Lee,” the blonde haired boy said looking rather disappointed as he left the principal’s office.
Once again, he felt like his dreams were completely crushed. He didn’t want to give up that easily, but it seemed like he had no other choice. It was time to say goodbye to NYU for good.
“There you are you fucker,” his best friend Taehyung exasperated once he got closer to him. “I’ve been worried sick! You haven’t talked to me in two days!”
“I know. I know,” Jimin sighed. “I’m really sorry about that, I just needed some space to clear my head I guess.”
Taehyung gave him a pitiful smile. “This is about the scholarship thing right?”
Jimin sighed once again. “Yeah,” is all that he managed to respond.
“There will be other opportunities,” Taehyung tried to comfort him. “Just don’t give up yet okay?”
Taehyung was right. It would be a shame if Jimin gave up now, so what he planned to do was to apply for more scholarships, and hopefully find a job that can help pay for his studies. He got this. Everything will turn out just fine. Right?
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Now let’s go, you have to eat,” said Taehyung before he dragged Jimin and himself to the cafeteria.
— ♡ —
“You want to get a job? What about your studies?” Jimin’s mother questioned him once he brought up his idea of finding a job. She wasn’t very fond of it.
“I think I can manage mom, don’t worry,” he assured her, but she still didn’t seem too convinced.
“But you also have extracurricular activities or did you forget about that,” she reminded him as she quirked up an eyebrow.
Shit, she was right. He completely forgot that he was president of both the Art and Chemistry Club, and that most of the time he had to stay after hours for meetings and such. No one was going to want to hire someone who’s availability was very limited.
“Right,” Jimin said as he turned his gaze towards the floor, and started fidgeting with his hands.
“Why do you want to find a job all of the sudden?” she asked curiously.
Jimin gulped. “No reason,” he answered and quickly went up to his room to avoid any further questions.
He still couldn’t bring himself to tell his parents about the scholarship. He had a sense of pride and he wanted to handle everything on his own, even though that deep down, he knew it was an utterly stupid idea.
Jimin loudly groaned into his pillow letting out all of his frustrations, before he grabbed his backpack that was placed at the foot of his bed and went over to his light wooden desk to begin doing his math homework.
— ♡ —
“Hey Jimin.”
“Pssst Jimin.”
“Jimin look at me.”
“Jimin!”
“What is it Jeon?” he hissed at the younger.
“Do you think I can borrow a pencil?” Jungkook asked him. “I left my pencil case at home.”
“No,” he simply replied, turning his attention back to the board. “Ask someone else.”
“Don’t you think I tried that already?” the brunette said, stating the obvious. “Why do you think I’m asking you?”
“Well I don’t care,” he huffed. “I’m not lending you a pencil.”
“Is it because you’re mad about the scholarship thing?” Jungkook questioned, a hint of mischief laced in his tone.
Jimin couldn’t believe he had to bring that up. It was obvious he was trying to mess with him—get a reaction out of him, but Jimin wasn’t going to give in to it.
“Just take it and piss off,” he said, before practically throwing him a pencil he grabbed from his pencil case.
“Mr. Park and Mr. Jeon, is there anything you would like to share with the class?” the teacher asked them, clearly annoyed since they were in the middle of taking a quiz.
“Sorry miss, I was just asking for a pencil,” Jungkook explained and turned his attention back to the quiz.
Right when class ended, Jimin quickly grabbed all of his belongings and sprinted out of the door, since he had an Art club meeting to attend to. Quickly trailing behind him was of course none other than Jeon Jungkook, because unfortunately, he also was a member of the Art club and to make matters worse—he was the vice president. It was a miracle they haven’t ripped each other’s throats off already, due to the fact they had to work together.
“I bet I got a higher score than you in that quiz,” Jungkook teased as he gave Jimin back his pencil. It made his blood boil.
Jimin harshly took it from his hands and scoffed, not really wanting to start another fight.
“What has gotten into you?” Jungkook questioned as he slightly tilted his head. “Usually you would reply back with a witty remark.”
“I’m not in the mood Jeon,” the elder replied as calmly as he could. The last thing he needed was to be reminded that Jungkook was always going to be superior to him in everything. The scholarship proved it.
“Jimin please you seriously can’t still be mad over—” Jungkook began saying, but Jimin immediately cut him off, knowing exactly where this was going.
“Listen, Jungkook,” he began saying as he took a deep breath. “I really don’t want to hear any remarks about the scholarship okay? I got enough on my plate as it is, so please don’t bring it up.”
Jungkook just stood there quiet and gave him a slight nod as they walked towards the Art room in complete silence—which Jimin was grateful for.
Once they reached the room, they began to prepare everything for today’s meeting—once again, in complete silence. It felt extremely uncomfortable, since they’re always usually bickering with each other almost every second of the day. It was weird being civilized with each other.
Even if he really wasn’t in the mood to fight with him, he kind of missed it, though it was pathetic, since they clearly argued for a bit just a little while ago. It seemed like bickering was the only form of communication they had.
And to be completely honest, it was kind of sad.
— ♡ —
A month had already rolled by and Jimin was getting even more desperate with each passing day.
The upside of it all was that at least Jimin had heard back from a few of the scholarships he applied for. Some he didn’t get, but some he did—nonetheless it didn’t really matter because it still wasn’t enough. Why in God's name did NYU have to be so expensive? It didn’t seem fair.
“Hey Jimin,” he heard Jungkook’s voice say as he sat down on Jimin’s usual lunch table, right in front of him. Taehyung hadn’t come in today since he had a little bit of a cold, so he was all alone.
“What do you want?” Jimin replied in a rather harshful tone.
“Relax, I’m not here to fight,” Jungkook answered, slightly raising his hands up defensively.
“Then why are you here?” Jimin questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“I wanted to give you this,” he told him and the elder noticed that he was sliding some sort of flyer right across the table.
He took the flyer in his hands and eyed it carefully—that was when he gasped.
“Full scholarship to NYU?” the elder breathed out. “And all I have to do is win the Art competition?”
“Yup.”
“Why did you give this to me?”
“Just because,” was all that Jungkook answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
It seemed rather odd that Jungkook decided to give this to him. It felt way out of his character. Could it possibly be that he felt guilty? Also, how did Jungkook know Jimin wanted to go to NYU in the first place?”
“Well thank you, I guess,” Jimin replied. “Better go and start working on my piece since the deadline is soon,” he said as he took one last bite out of his food—standing up from the table.
“The deadline is in two months,” Jungkook pointed out the obvious.
The elder rolled his eyes in response. “I know that genius, but I just want to get a head start, because even though it may seem far away now, two months actually pass by in a blur,” he answered, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Okay then, good luck.”
Did Jimin actually hear correctly? Was he imagining things? Did those words just come out of Jungkook’s mouth?
“Umm thanks, I guess?” Jimin replied, stunned by Jungkook’s sudden change of behaviour. He just shrugged it off and let it be as he grabbed his tray of food, placing it on top of one of the trash cans, where others were, and rushed to the Art room to go work on his piece.
— ♡ —
To say that it was going absolutely terrible, would be considered a huge understatement.
It was going really bad.
Super, super bad.
A month had already passed by faster than the speed of light, and Jimin still had no idea what to paint. All he did was stare at his empty canvas for hours in hopes of getting some sort of spark or inspiration, but it didn’t come. At least not yet.
Jimin let out a heavy sigh as he buried his face at the palm of his hands—releasing a heavy groan to let go of his frustrations.
“What’s the matter?” he heard Jungkook’s voice ask in curiosity. Jimin instantly lifted his face from his hands and turned his gaze towards the younger boy—who was looking at him with a slight frown. He looked kind of… adorable.
Forget he ever said that.
“I don’t know what to do for the Art contest,” he mumbled disappointedly. “I want it to be perfect and unique since I really need that scholarship, but I don’t have any ideas.”
Over the past month, the two of them had actually learned to communicate with each other better and their bickering surprisingly had died down. They weren’t exactly friends yet, but it was safe to say that they were kind of like acquaintances.
Jungkook immediately set down his backpack and went over to the elder, pulling out a chair to sit next to him.
“What’s your favorite thing in the world?” Jungkook questioned.
Jimin took a moment to think about it. “Uhh I don’t know really. I guess the moon? Flowers? That sounds kind of basic doesn’t it?” he turned to Jungkook with a slight chuckle.
“Honestly, I’d say it perfectly describes you,” the younger uttered in a barely audible whisper. Jimin was taken aback by his answer, which caused him to gulp—a hint of pink making its way across his cheeks. “And what’s your favorite memory?”
Jimin took another moment to think about his other question. “Well there was one time where my parents and I had a picnic in the park,” the elder said with a smile as he reminized on the memory. “I don’t remember much of it since I was fairy young, but I just know I felt very happy. It’s actually been a while since we’ve done something like that,” he recounted with a slight frown.
“Well there you have it.”
“Have what?”
“Your piece,” Jungkook told him. “You and your parents on a picnic in a garden full of flowers under the moonlight,” he suggested. “It holds a special meaning to you, which I think the judges would like.”
Jimin widened his eyes and smiled brightly at the suggestion, because holy shit—it really was a great idea.
“Wow Jungkook thank you so much really, I would’ve never actually thought of that.”
In all honesty, Jungkook was truly a talented artist. All of his paintings and drawings were so unique that they left everyone in awe, including Jimin even though he didn’t really get along with him at first.
“I’m sure you will do amazing, after all, you’re amazing at what you do,” Jungkook acknowledged as he stared directly into Jimin’s eyes—another blush creeping its way to his cheeks.
Jimin gulped.
Jungkook was sitting really close to him. Way too close, that he could even make out most of the younger’s facial features, like the tiny mole right under his beautiful pink lips. He never noticed that before. And did he just say Jungkook had beautiful lips?
Jimin just shook his head and mumbled a thank you as he turned to his canvas—starting to sketch out his painting. Jungkook remained seated in his spot, just looking at the blonde as he worked, and for the first time ever, he didn’t mind the brunette’s presence, not even one bit. It actually felt… nice. Yeah, nice.
“Can I ask you a question?” Jimin spoke out after a few moments of silence.
“Shoot.”
“Why are you helping me?” Jimin decided to ask Jungkook out of curiosity.
“Just because,” he shrugged it off like he did last time.
“Seriously Jungkook, tell me.”
The younger one took a huge gulp. “Because you also deserve to go to your dream college,” he answered honestly. Jimin’s heart skipped a beat, not expecting that response.
But then, another question lingered on his mind, if he wanted him to go to his dream college, why did he decide to apply for the scholarship if his parents were rich? It was crystal clear he didn’t need it.
“You’re probably wondering why did I apply for the school’s scholarship then,” Jungkook said with a chuckle as if he just read Jimin’s thoughts. “All I can say for now is that I didn’t do it to spite you.” The elder could tell that he was saying the truth.
“But your parents are rich,” Jimin pointed out, still confused about the whole thing.
“Yes they are,” Jungkook replied calmly. “But if I want to study something I truly want, then I really need that scholarship.”
At that moment, Jimin connected the final dots. Everything made sense. Now he fully understood why Jungkook was pushing so hard to get that scholarship. He felt bad for coming up with another narrative that clearly wasn’t true. He shouldn’t have judged his character so wrongly.
After that, Jimin didn’t push the subject any further. Instead, he turned his attention back to the canvas, continuing to draw his sketch.
Jungkook didn’t move from his spot until he was done.
— ♡ —
“It’s coming out lovely,” Jungkook spoke, hovering over Jimin’s shoulder—taking a look at his almost finished painting.
There was only one week left until the due date of the scholarship competition, and since then, the two of them had managed to become even more close. Most of the time, Jungkook stayed behind after school to watch Jimin paint, and even help him by making more suggestions—which the latter didn’t mind at all. It was safe to say that he really enjoyed and got used to the younger’s company. It was a surprising turn of events.
“It was all thanks to you,” Jimin said as he turned to him—a smile creeping its way across his lips. “Otherwise I would’ve still been staring at an empty canvas,” he laughed softly.
“You’re really talented you know,” Jungkook told him truthfully, his gaze never leaving the blonde haired boy’s face. He’d be lying if he said that his heart didn’t skip a beat.
Now that he thought about it, Jungkook was actually rather beautiful. He never noticed how alluring his doe starry eyes were. They looked like they could hold all the stars in the galaxy. It really stunned Jimin. They might just be the elder’s favorite feature about him.
“You’re staring,” Jungkook pointed out in a teasing manner, a slight smirk taking form on his lips.
Jimin flushed. “I-I wasn’t,” he stuttered out, turning his head to the side—avoiding Jungkook’s burning gaze.
“You’re even blushing,” the younger teased again as he poked one the latter’s cheeks, causing him to blush even more.
“Stop it,” Jimin snapped his fingers away and turned his gaze back to him. The two of them just remained staring at each other, a few giggles scaping their slightly parted lips until Jungkook spoke up.
“You’re really pretty Jimin.”
Pretty.
He called him pretty.
Jimin just remained in his spot frozen, not knowing what to say next. Jungkook lowered his gaze down his lips and then back to his eyes as he took a huge gulp. Before he even had the chance to register what was happening, the brunette started to lean in slowly, closing the gap between the two. Jimin’s heart began hammering rapidly against his chest with every passing second, but just as Jungkook was merely centimeters away from his lips, he stopped. Jimin just looked at him confused.
“I’m sorry I don’t know what I was thinking,” he said as he started to lean away from Jimin’s reach.
“Hey it’s okay,” Jimin assured him.
The reality was that Jimin really wanted Jungkook to kiss him right in that moment, but instead he kept that to himself and remained quiet.
“I should go,” Jungkook announced and started picking up all of his belongings, placing them on his backpack.
“Jungkook wait,” Jimin tried to stop him, but it was no use. The younger had already strapped his bag over his shoulder, and just like that, he exited the room without looking back nor saying another word—leaving Jimin sitting there wondering what the hell had just happened a few moments ago. The room felt completely empty.
Jungkook didn’t come back that following week.
— ♡ —
Finally the moment was here. It was the day in which they finally announced the contest winners, and even though he should’ve felt ecstatic, he felt a little bit bummed out. Jungkook hasn’t reached out to him since the day of their almost kiss.
A million questions kept running through his mind during the whole week, like: Could it possibly be that I misread things? Did I do something wrong? Did he ever like me all? Jimin just groaned—shaking away his thoughts as he kept refreshing his email,awaiting for an answer. His focus should be fully on the scholarship, not on Jungkook.
Just then, he heard the doorbell ring, but decided to ignore it—his eyes still glued on his computer screen. The time read 4:55pm and the winner would be announced at 5:00pm. Any minute now, he said to himself as he began fidgeting with his hands, feeling the nerves take over his whole body.
“Jimin you have a visitor!” he heard his mother yell from the first floor. “Should I send him up to your room?”
“Yeah mom!” he yelled back, thinking it was most likely Taehyung. “Send him up!”
Minutes later, he heard the door of his bedroom open, and when he turned to look, it was certainly someone who he didn’t expect to see.
There stood Jungkook with his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his black hoodie, a rather apologetic look present on his face. Jimin’s heart began to race at an abnormal speed at the sight of him. He hated how much control he had over his heart.
“Hey,” was all that came out of his mouth.
Jimin scoffed. “Hey? You ignore me for days with no reason at all and all you say is ‘hey,’” he rebuked with a shake of his head.
“I know you’re mad at me and you have every reason to, but I just needed some time to think things over,” Jungkook explained, but Jimin turned to scoff once again.
“Look, I don’t have time for this,” Jimin shrugged him off. “The winners are announced in two minutes.”
“That’s why I came here,” the younger confessed. “I wanted to be here for when you win.”
“No,” Jimin bellowed. “You don’t get to come here and pretend everything is fine and dandy when it’s clearly not,” he snapped as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“I know and I’m truly sorry about that, but can you please let me explain?” Jungkook pleaded. “At least after you get the results.”
Jimin debated about it for a moment, before he decided to just give in and motioned for Jungkook to stand right beside him. The latter instantly complied and hovered over the elder, staring at the computer screen—his scent instantly intoxicating Jimin’s nostrils.
At that moment, 5pm rolled around and Jimin’s heart stopped. He was too nervous to click the refresh button. If he didn’t win, that meant he had to kiss NYU goodbye, which was something he definitely didn’t want.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I know you got this Jimin,” Jungkook assured him as he placed his hand on top of his for comfort. It instantly calmed his nerves down. “You got this,” he uttered once again. That was the final push Jimin needed.
Just then, Jimin clicked the refresh button from his email, and it instantly displayed a message from none other than NYU. Jimin took one last final deep breath and decided to open it.
Dear Mr. Park:
We are pleased to inform you that you are the lucky winner for the Art Department’s annual scholarship. We sincerely congratulate you on your achievement. Additionally, your piece will be displayed in our museum for the first week of the semester. We hope to hear from you soon. See you next fall!
Best regards,
Olivia Brown
Department of Art and Art Professions.
Holy shit! He won. He actually won the scholarship. He was officially going to his dream college. It all felt surreal.
Jimin instantly turned around to face Jungkook in pure shock who already had a bright smile displayed across his face.
“Guess we’re going to college together,” he beamed and Jimin instantly pulled him into a tight hug, a few tears falling down from extreme happiness—which Jungkook wiped away with his thumb.
“You’re also going to NYU?” Jimin questioned, looking rather stunned.
“Yeah I am,” Jungkook replied, the smile never leaving his face. Jimin’s excitement increased and turned to pull him into another hug, until he remembered what happened earlier.
“No, stop,” he said, pulling away. “I’m still very mad at you.”
“I don’t blame you,” Jungkook sincerely uttered.
“Then why did you decide to ignore me?”
“This is going to sound really stupid, but bear with me,” the younger began to explain. “The truth is that I like you. I like you a lot, and well I guess I sort of freaked out when I tried to kiss you, so I just wanted time to think things through and make sure that I really did like you for real,” he continued. “I should’ve just told you that in the first place instead of ignoring you. I’m really sorry about that.”
Jimin’s heart skipped a beat.
Jungkook liked him. He actually liked him.
“Yeah, you really should’ve,” Jimin huffed. “You should’ve given me the chance to tell you that I like you too, idiot.”
Jungkook’s eyes instantly widened as a huge grin spread across his lips. “You do?”
“Of course I do,” Jimin told him, trying to contain his own smile. “Who wouldn’t like you? I’m honestly surprised that I couldn’t stand you at first,” he confessed with a snort. It made Jungkook giggle.
“Honestly, I can’t believe I couldn’t stand you either,” Jungkook chuckled, and they both just stood there looking at each other like two fools in love. It was kind of endearing.
“So, what now?” Jimin questioned unknowingly and shyly bit his bottom lip.
“Well Park Jimin,” Jungkook began to say. “Would you mind going on a date with me to celebrate your incredible achievement?” he asked with a bright grin.
“I don’t know, let me think about it for a second,” Jimin teased as he pretended to think it through—resting his chin on his index finger.
“Oh,” was all that came out of Jungkook’s mouth, his smile fading.
“I was just kidding,” the elder laughed. “Of course I would love to go on a date with you.”
Jungkook’s smile instantly returned as he went over to the latter—wrapping his arms around his petite waist. “Great then,” he whispered, before he placed a faint kiss on Jimin’s cheek. Fireworks erupted in his stomach straight away as he melted into the touch.
In that moment, he truly never felt more happy.