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IT was a week since that convesation, the one where namjoon finally decided to talk to him after a couple of days without saying anything. jimin truly was happy that the conversation over text happened, namjoon seemed to start opening up. yet there was one small problem... that jimin accidentally and most definitely friend-zoned namjoon ( his crush) that it just sealed off all availability jimin tried to make himself to be.
jimin was just out of the shower, his skin as soft and plush as ever, the soft blankets feeling so nice against it. yet it couldn't take his mind of namjoon.
he really... truly did like him.
yet he wasn't quite sure on how to show it or to tell the other his feelings for him. as time moved on, his feelings grew, showing no signs of slowing down. jimin hasn't even seen the latter, at this point it truly didn't matter. yet it would be so nice and lovely if he could just feel his arms wrap around namjoon's waist.
would he be tall and handsome, with deep set eyes that pierced his soul? perfect smooth skin and a charming physique? or the opposite of what his voice is and soft. with round eyes and just as tall as jimin? he honestly didn't know and whichever one, it didn't matter... it didn't because namjoon was so lovely on the inside. so interesting and full of so much of the good the world had to offer. he could hear it in the way namjoon talked about cooking, talked about writing, talked about the ocean and the life within it.
jimin grabbed his phone, a blush high on his cheeks and a smile on his lips.
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jiminie: hey namjoon.
i was thinking about you. saved as draft
anything new going on?
joonie: Not really actually.
I mean... nothing important at least.
jiminie: hey come on, you can tell me anything. i think anything that you find important is very interesting and important. hehe :)
joonie: You're just saying that to say that.
jiminie: hey I actually really do mean it.
joonie: Ahh alright then. :-) Well today I actually had a burst of inspiration. I finally was able to get progress on this book idea, I have been holding off for so long.
You see, since of last year. I have been on hiatus.
And I want to actually come back into the writing scene again.
jiminie: oH! i didn't know that. well I am glad you're finally getting progress.
i'm very very proud of you. i know you'll do well.
i've heard you talk and if you write how you talk.
you'll be sooooooooo good!
joonie: Thanks! I'm glad you think so.
jiminie: uhm. can i ask you something?
joonie: Of course anything.
jiminie: uhmmmm
so when will i be able to read your stuff?
joonie: Oh.
Well if you want to... you can. Just not my old stuff please. It's.... it's not me anymore.
Type in R.M Kim, you'll find my books i guess.
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jimin jumped out his bed and grabbed his laptop, opening it up and logging in as quickly as possible. he had the widest smile on his face. this is progress. he thought to himself. he selected a couple of books before going back to texting namjoon.
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jiminie: hehehe
i'm excited.
can i tell you something?
joonie: Well I can't say no now, can I?
jiminie: i find you to be a very amazing person. i think you're lovely.
joonie: Oh.
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I think I'm not but if you think so. Then I'll take your word for it.
And to add to that, I also think you're pretty amazing yourself.
You've made me happy.
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jimin dropped his phone, slapping his hands over his blushing cheeks. he flung himself back with a giggle. 'maybe this might work, ' he thought to himself, messing with the strings on his collar. he smiled softly, picking up his phone once more.
they sent each other texts back and forth as time went on. both finding themselves smiling until their cheeks grew pink. yet there was an awkwardness behind almost every text that was left unnoticed.
it didn't matter they were happy for now.
jimin pulled the covers over his head, snuggling into his pillows until he was comfortable.
