Jimin

The cool spring breeze brushed against my skin, blowing my bangs onto my face a bit.

As calming as the view was, the situation I put myself in by following Ahyeong up to the roof was already stupid enough of me. Now I only had to make things a bit less awkward for the both of us.

I tilted my head in her direction a tad bit to get a good view of her frame.

The scene on Saturday replayed in my head again as if I was reliving the moment.

Flustered was one way to describe my thoughts and feelings.

But at the same time, it gave me a sense of pride for some odd reason.

I remembered how she replied telling me she meant to send it to someone else, although I definitely wasn't falling for that excuse.

I mean– as first I let it slide, agreeing with myself that maybe she really did send the snap to the wrong person. But the more I thought about it, the more I began believing that maybe she didn't.

Not to mention how long it took her to reply, probably thinking of an excuse for it.

I only believed what seemed more logical to me.

But putting that aside, I realized something else that night.

 I, Park Jimin, indeed had a crush on the one and only, Kim Ahyeong.