Friends?
Why would he want to be friends with me??
Jimin couldn't bring himself to respond to Yoongi's text. But he certainly thought about it. All weekend long.
No one, no one, had ever asked to be Jimin's friend. Not even Namjoon. His friendship with Jimin sort of just happened. Which was perfectly fine, but this...
This was strange. The pastel boy was strange.
He had a unique kind of patience. And compassion.
Evidently, Jimin didn't feel as though he deserved either.
But it warmed his sad heart to think about.
"He...wants to be my friend."
He felt like a child. Even more so when he heard himself say those words out loud. But at the moment, Jimin didn't care. Because for the first time in a while, he felt special. And for whatever reason his cold behavior and cruel actions hadn't brought Yoongi to hate him, Jimin was grateful. Really grateful.
His chest felt warm and he didn't know what to think of it.
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A few days passed and Jimin found the courage to reply to Yoongi.
Via text, of course, because he couldn't be seen talking to the boy casually at school otherwise people would start asking questions. Because people were annoying like that.
He was still at school, though, and it was in the middle of class when Jimin decided to take out his phone and take that step.
me:
I guess we could try again
He waited anxiously, glancing over at Yoongi and wondering if the boy would take out his phone, too. He did.
pastel boy:
texting in class?
bad boy to the core, aren't u park jimin
me:
why don't u shut up
min pastel boy
pastel boy:
lol
so what's this about trying again?
me:
don't be difficult or I'll change my mind...
pastel boy:
right right, of course
so
my house again?
Jimin felt a slight bit of warmth in his cheeks. Curse my shyness.
me:
could we talk at the coffee shop this time?
I wanted to get coffee anyway
pastel boy:
sounds good
coffee date it is then <3
"Date??"
"Park Jimin, is there an issue?"
And once again the urge to smash his face into a machete surfaced, as Jimin now realized all his classmates were looking at him as a result of him having spoken this aloud. He scanned the room with an evil eye in an attempt to mask the flustered redness of his complexion. Not much luck.
"No. No issue, sir."
"Then please be quiet while I'm speaking."
"Yes, sir."
He sunk into his seat, subtly pulling out his phone which he had so nearly dropped a moment ago.
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Fanfiction"I wanna teach you how to show your colors." || In which Park Jimin is a cold-hearted, closeted homosexual who bullies the openly gay Min Yoongi as a way of masking his jealousy and insecurities. One small slip-up leads to a thousand more, one of w...
