You or no one |BTS JIMIN FF|

8

It's been a week since the party. Everything has settled down since then. Apart from Suri. I think she might have liked Kookie a bit too much. I don't need the details about my baby brother's skills, yet I keep getting them.

We were sitting in the class, and she was still talking more than she needed to.
'Suri, please, I reeeeally don't wanna know!' I beg her to stop. It's kind of disturbing

'Who else am I gonna talk to about this?!' She pouts

'It's my brother! I don't wanna hear this!' I laugh uncomfortably

'Ugh.. fine... but really, you still didn't tell me. Why didn't you and Jimin... You know?' She asks me quietly

'Because we didn't want to. Very simple. Besides, I don't want my first kiss to be in the closet overlooked by a dozen people.' I chuckle

'You have no sense of adventure.' She pouts

'Who has no sense of adventure?' Hobi asks as the guys walk in, taking their seats

'Her.' Suri points at me. 'She got Jimin in the closet and did nothing. What an idiot.' She sighs

'Are we still on this?' Jimin raises his eyebrow, leaning back into his chair

'Apparently so.' I lean my head into my hand, sighing deeply

'You weren't shy with poor Jungkook, though.' Jin tells her, and him and Hobi laugh

'It's just how the game is.' She grins

'Mhm. Sure. U pedo.' Yoongi teases her

'He looks older than all of us, okay? Maybe not Namjoon.' She argues

'Talking of Namjoon, I can't believe you took our phones away like we're children.' I complain to Namjoon

'I knew you two would do something retarded, so I wanted to prevent it. Guess it didn't work anyway.' He sounds disappointed

'Speaking off, we need to finish the season.' Jimin completely ignores Namjoon and speaks to me

'Sure. After school?' I ask

'I have my dance practice after. But I can pop after, if that's okay.' He says

'You know where to find me.' I smile at him

'Still creepy.' Yoongi mutters as the class begins

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It was about 6 when Jimin popped over to my place. I was in my room when he knocked on the door.

'Come in.' I yell over and he stick his head through the door

'Wanna watch?' He asks with a huge smile on his face, as he walks in, dropping his gym bag on the ground

'What happened to you?' I ask him. His hair was wet, ruffled. His shirt seemed to stick to him in a few places, as if he put it on while he was still wet or something. He wore grey sweatpants, which had multiple dark grey puddels all over his legs

'I showered at the gym. I didn't really dry myself properly.' He explaines

'Okay. Let's get you dry before you get sick. Then we can watch.' I sigh, getting off the bed.

'Ugh, I'm too tired for that.' He complains

'Fine. Sit here. I'll do it for you.' I say

'What, seriously?' He seems surprised

'You're not getting into my bed all wet. So just sit there and let me dry your hair at least.'

He sighs deeply, but doesn't argue.
I took the hair dryer and started drying his hair, gently running my hand through it. His roots already started growing a bit, so he has a darker root. It looks really good, though. Also, his hair is still soft. It's fun to play with.
I redirected the hair dryer to a few spots on his shirt, making him laugh