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I swore to myself, I was hearing things. He didn't just say I make working at the shitty ice cream shop actually worth it .

"I'm gonna see if she needs any help." Jimin stood from his chair, grabbing his barely touched plate. I quickly turned on the sink as I hear footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"You need any help?"

"Nah, I'm good." I shrugged it off, going back to the plate I was holding.

"Well I asked because I noticed you haven't even finished washing a single plate." He pointed to the pile of dirty dishes next to the sink.

"I like to take my time with things." I crossed my arms while holding a sponge in my hand.

"So do I." He whispered, with a tedious smile.

"I think it's time for you to leave." I sighed, turning the water off.

"Why? Because your parents actually like me?" He raised his brow.

"Last time I checked, my mom still hates you. My dad is friendly with everyone. He literally would make friends with someone who robbed him."

"You're just jealous." He teased.

"Jealous of what?" I snickered, eyeing him up and down.

"I don't know, I got nothing." He sighed with smile, and nervously scratched the back of his head. Is park Jimin nervous or am I just seeing things?

"I'll walk you out." I offered, drying my hands.

"You're kicking me out so soon?" Jimin said loudly.

I widened my eyes, mouthing the words 'shut' 'up' to him.

"Honey, don't be rude to your guest." I heard my dad yell from the kitchen. I groaned, letting my head rest in my hands. He held his hand over his chest, nearly falling back while silently laughing.

"You're interesting Jimin." I eyed him up and down again, before walking him to the door.

"He has to go." I muttered, hoping my parents wouldn't hear and ask me questions.

"Why so soon? We made coffee." My dad said, being the hospitable father he is.

"He has church tomorrow." I quickly elaborated:

"Tomorrow's Friday.."

"He goes two times a week cause he really really needs it." I continued, pushing him towards the door.

I opened it aggressively, but lightly pushed him outside the house. "Goodnight Jimin."

"Wait, there's something on your-

I stumbled backwards as his lips almost touched mine. My parents rushed to the door, to find me laying on my back.

"What happened? Are you alright?" They both asked after each other.

"She just spazzed out for no reason." Jimin explained, pretending to be shocked as well.

"Just help me up dad." I extended my arm to see two hands reaching out. Jimin quickly pulled his hand back, cursing in his head. I wanted to laugh at his awkwardness, but I also wanted to slap him for being so nasty around my parents.

I helped myself up instead, and rubbed my sore back. I waited till my parents walked inside, and narrowed my eyes at Jimin.

"It was a mistake, okay?" He brought his hand through his hair.

"Sure it was." I muttered. "Listen, thanks for coming over and not being a complete moron."

"Thanks for not exposing me in front of your parents for being a druggie." He shrugged his shoulders.

"No problem."

"Cool." He muttered, before walking down the stairs. He suddenly climbed a step, grabbed my face and firmly pressed his lips onto mine.

Five minutes ago, I would've slapped him or hit him where it hurts. For some reason, I didn't want to hurt. Weird right?

He pulled away after a brief moment, and I could no longer feel his warm lips. I felt embarrassed for letting him kiss me, because I didn't like him. I don't know, I guess it was just the right timing.

"Goodnight." He whispered, before I could say anything else. Not that I had anything to really say. I was frozen as he walked down the steps, unlocking his car. As soon as I saw him pull into his own drive way, I ran inside and grabbed the house phone.

"Brooke, you need to come over now!" I yelled, and she automatically knew it was code for 'girl' talk. I almost slammed the phone back onto the wall, and flinched as I thought I broke something.

"Brooke's staying the night!" I told my parents who were too busy watching Ghost Busters, since it just came out this year.

"Have fun." My dad mumbled back, focusing on the film and the bowl of popcorn in front of them.

I ran to the door once I heard the doorbell ring. Brooke was carrying a pink bag along with some cassettes she brought over. She's always has better taste in music than I did.

"Come in." I moved out the way, shutting the door once she came inside the house.

"Why were you freaking out over the phone?" She whispered as we walked past the living room.

"Hi Brooke." My mother waved.

"Hey." She smiled, before returning her attention to me. "So?"

"Just wait till we get upstairs." I muttered, opening the pantry in the kitchen. It wasn't a sleepover without music and food. Brooke provided the music so it was my job to provide the food. I grabbed an empty shopping bag, and stuffed it with boxes of cookies and cheese balls.

"Nice." She smirked as she looked into the bag. She helped me carry two bottles of coke to my room, setting them on my side table.

"Tell me." She elongated her words, continuously hitting my leg until I spilled the truth.

"One second." I put my finger up, running over to shut the open door. "Okay." I sat down on bed beside her, crossing my legs.

"Something's wrong with Jimin." I started this off wrong, but I didn't know what else to say.

"How?" She asked, while struggling to open the jar of cheese puffs.

"Here." I reached my hand out, as she surrendered it over. "I don't know, he's just not as mean to me as he usually is." I handed her to jar after opening it.

"Isn't that a good thing?" She dug her hand in the jar, pulling out fifteen cheese balls at once.

"I mean I guess, but it's not the normal nice either."

"What the hell does that mean?" She mumbled, trying to eat the food in her mouth.

"I don't know how to explain." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. This was harder than I thought. I had the feeling where if I told Brooke, she'd tell Hoseok and he'd tell Jungkook and he'd tell the whole school.

"Explain bitch." She threw a cheese ball at my head. "I'm just kidding, you're not a bitch." She hugged me, while laughing at the cheese ball that was stuck in my hair.

"Brooke, I'm serious." I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "It's so weird to tell you."

"Now I'm curious." She scooted forwards.

I took a deep breath in, and looked her in the eyes. If my best friend judged me, who wouldn't. I guess I have to believe she'll keep a secret for me.

"Jimin kissed me."

She knocked the jar of cheese balls onto the floor, holding her throat while she choked. I'm not sure whether she was choking on air or a cheese ball.

"Brooke, what the hell." I went towards her, hitting her back to help her not die I guess.

I grabbed a bottle of coke, and opened it, handing it to her. She chugged half the bottle, letting out a refreshing sigh as she wiped her mouth.

"Are you okay?" I asked, somewhat concerned but also confused.

"You're lying Rae." She insisted, before laughing at the trail of orange dust she left on my carpet.

"I'm not lying." I rolled my eyes.

"You're lying, and lying isn't good." She continued to take my words as a joke. I didn't know how to prove it to her.

"He asked me to go to the Carnival with him on Halloween." I added, knowing she'd believe me then.

"No way." She widened her eyes.

"Mhm." I slowly nodded.

"You swear you're not lying." She raised a brow.

"Swear."

"Pinky swear?" She held out her pinky.

"Brooke, shut the hell up." I pushed her hand away.

"Oh my goodness." She squealed as loud as she could, and pulled me into a hug.

"Why are you squealing? You only do that when you're excited over something.." I narrowed my eyes.

"I'm flipping the fuck out!" She screamed. "Jimin has a crush on you babe."

"I wouldn't say a crus-

"How'd he kiss you? When did it happen? Did you kiss him back?" She asked questions back to back not giving me a chance to answer to any of them.

"I don't know, he just kissed me." I sighed.

"Why aren't you freaking out as much as
I am? Listen don't get me wrong, I hate that bastard more than anyone sometimes, but he's fine as hell."

"He's a player Brooke. He doesn't love, he just flirts with girls until he gets sick of them and then moves on to a new set of them."

"But what if you're different? Maybe there's a difference in the way he treats you versus other girls he hooks up with."

"I don't think so, and I don't necessarily want it to be true." I muttered.

"I'm telling Hoseok about this-

"No!" I grabbed her arm, pulling her back down. "I can't have anyone else finding out okay? The last thing I want is for this to spread."

"I have an idea!" Brooke shouted.

"Great." I sarcastically smiled.

"When you go to the fair, attach a mic to your jacket. I'll listen to what he's saying and tell you whether he loves you or not."

"You're insane if you think I'm actually doing that.."

"Why not?" She pouted. "You two would be the cutest."

"Ew, stop." I pushed her face away, somewhat bothered by hearing that."

"The point of me telling you that wasn't to imply that I like him back. I wanted to let you know how he's acting different towards me."

"Did he kiss you with tongue?" Brooke yelled out at same moment my mother walked through the door.

"I- I was going to ask if you girls were hungry, but I guess not." She looked at the spilt jar of cheese puffs.

"She did it." I pointed to Brooke.

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