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It's been thirty minutes since you started making your way home; accompanying your lonely self would be your sore back, a throbbing head, and your legs that's as lazy as your next door neighbor's hairless cat.

School just couldn't get any harder than this, now could it? Your brain cells can't catch up.

You kick a stone.

There's someone following you, hiding behind trees every now and then with a squeak. He's not doing a great job. Almost like he wants to get caught.

He reminds you of a mouse.

And on a physical scale, he's a ten out of ten. But if you were to grade his ninja hiding skills from one out of ten? You'd pick a ten. Ten being negative.

"Jimin." You call him out, approaching a tree. "I know you're following me."

Jimin. Park Jimin. He's earned a spot on your list of people to avoid.

Personally, you think he's okay. He's sweet, kind and gentle. You like the way he smiles and his voice is something else. Not to mention smart as fuck.

Anyone would be lucky to have him as a friend. But it's that niceness that makes you wanna avoid him. Either he genuinely wants to be a friend or he has an hidden motive. Fifty fifty.

Your advice for any poor girl who falls for that million dollar face, is to run away and never look back.

Jimin may look like an angel all the time, but he's a devil in disguise.

He steps out of his hiding spot from behind a really broad oak tree with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. He keeps his eyes away from yours, sheepishly soothing the base of his neck and after what seems like a life time, he finally walks up to you. You're wondering why he's following you.

"Y/n." Jimin nervously says. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I live here."

He knows where your house is, judging by how he's scanning it up and down. It's behind you. Then he looks at the house across from yours and realization sinks in. 

"No way. You're Kook's neighbour?" He doesn't hide his smile of amusement and makes a sheesh noise.

"You're making it sound like it's a bad thing."

"Uh. No it's not that. It's just that—you know what? It doesn't matter." He's still smiling like he's mocking you.

"Why on earth were you following me Jimin?"

He coughs a laugh like it was a silly question. When you don't react, he swallows his pride and tries to slide his attempt to make you feel stupid aside.

"Oh uhm. I wasn't originally following you." He claims. " I was actually on-"

He stops halfway after catching something behind you. A little smirk shows on his lips, arousing that little curious voice inside you.

Just as you're about turn to look behind you, you're completely caught off guard with his next movement.

That was..what the hell?

Soft. Something soft connects with your forehead and you think your brain dropped to your toes.

Even if you do find Jimin annoying, you'd be lying if you said you didn't find him attractive.

And some attractive people leave an effect.

You feel your face heat up. Your body freezes. Everything around you becomes still.

An awfully good-looking guy like Jimin gave you a kiss on the forehead.

You're too caught up by what happened to notice the extra company.

"Ah, Jungkook, you're here. " Jimin greets the glaring guy with a huge smile on his face. "How come you never told us Y/n lived next door to you?"

You snap back to reality and fully acknowledge the presence of a certain person who leaves in the house across from yours.

If looks could kill, you'd be six feet underground. But that's nothing new. That's just how he is.

You bet he'd even fall flat if he were to crack a grin.

Jimin seems to be more than aware of the tense air surrounding Jungkook. Then again, the latter isn't even trying to hide it.

"What are you doing here, hyung?" Although that question's for Jimin, he's still glaring at you.

He's just begging for a fight.

"What do you mean what are you doing here Hyung." Jimin scoffs. "I told you I was gonna hang out at your place today, remember?"

Just when you thought today's surprises had come to an end, Jimin turns to you again and leaves a quick peck on your check.

You ignore the way Jungkook's muscles tense and fist your hand to deliver a punch. Jimin catches on and uses whatever skill to counterattack. With your fist tight in his palm, you find your back pressed against his chest the next second.

Jimin chuckles. "FYI, these doesn't work on me. I'm a black-belt."

"No shit Sherlock. Now let me go."

"No."

"Hyung-"

"I'll let her go, only if she promises not to pull anymore pranks in the future."

For the love of shit-sticks, coco-melon.

"Fine."

He smiles. "Good."

Jimin let's you go and the. pats your hair gently before leaning in slowly to reach your level.

The way Jungkook's hands rile up into fists doesn't go unnoticed.

Jimin taps the tip of your nose.




"Thanks for being cute, Y/n."


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