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-Jungkook-
"Your uncle is literally making fun of you." Jimin threw a cushion to me, sitting on my couch comfortably with Penelope on his lap.
"I know. But I don't care anymore." I grinned, taking my guitar. The plectrum was between my lips, I had to tune the guitar before playing a note.
"I don't like him." Jimin pursed his lips, crossing his arms.
"Actually, my uncle doesn't like you either, Chim." I practiced a little to get a clean sound from every string in the chord.
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"It's weird, I don't feel sad," Jimin said. He was actuallh very shocked that it didn't make him sad that someone didn't like him...for the first time.
"I actually feel happy." I let out, smiling to myself. I started strumming with loose motions, finally playing my favorite song; Nandemonaiya (kimi no na wa)
"Wait- is this real happiness I see in front of me? My eyes can't believe it. What is the reason?" Jimin pushed Penelope's head from his lap, only to end in the same position again; her head on his lap.
More like...who. I couldn't hide my smile.
"Nothing." I stopped playing the guitar and placed it back to its place, sitting next to Jimin. Glancing at him, I bit on my lip piercing and cleared my throat.
"Chim, how does love feel like? What is love?" I asked him curiously and he froze, tilting his head as he looked suspiciously at me.
"Well...love?"
I nodded.
"You want to tell me that you've never been in love?"
I nodded once again.
Jimin started to tear up, he looked with so much pity and sadness at me.
