"What are you drawing?"

Jimin quickly shut his notebook and looked up. Nayeon stood in front of him with a smile. Her skirt was loosely around her waist and he could easily get a glimpse of her undergarments.

He looked down shyly, "Just dumb stuff." He laughed nervously. She sat next to him extending her pretty legs and leaning back on the bleachers.

"Can't be that dumb if you're treasuring it so much."

Jimin remained quiet and bit the inside of his lip. He couldn't tell if Nayeon was nice like Taehyung or if she was simply faking it. She was Yoongi's girlfriend after all.

"Want some?" She asked pulling out a wrapped piece of gum. "No thank you." He responded quietly.

She shrugged and removed the wrap to start chewing it. Seconds later, she was blowing bubbles and casually staring around the empty field.

"I'm sorry for walking in on your boyfriend and you." He whispered his face turning red.

Nayeon laughed and turned to face him. "I didn't care. Also, he's not my boyfriend."

"But..."

"I love Yoongi. Not in that sense. I don't know if this is logical. That boy is simply too unstable to maintain a healthy relationship."

"He's unstable?" He repeated.

She nodded her head, "Yeah. He's nice to me and I know he can be a dick to everyone else. But, he doesn't do it on purpose. I'm sure something is going on with him. Even though we're close he won't tell me. I have a theory that he puts up this facade and pretends to be big and tough and in reality he's just lonely."

Jimin looked down at his shoes because he had also thought of that theory before. They remained silent until he looked up and just stared.

She had beautiful eyes, a cute little nose, and her bangs moved along with the wind. Her brown silky hair rested on her plumped chest and she was beyond beautiful.

"If he's not your boyfriend. What is he?" He shyly wondered.

"We're friends." She smiled.

"But you..."

"Fuck? Yeah. It's complicated."

"Oh," he replied a bit confused. She giggled, "Too cute. Want to be my friend?"

Jimin's eyes widen, "I-well-we can-"

"My actual friend. Not the type of friend Yoongi is."

"Ah, yes! I'd love to. I just hope Yoongi doesn't get mad."

"Why would he? He has no right to."

"O-okay." He replied a bit nervous.

"Since we are friends now. Can I ask a question?"

Jimin nodded indecisively. Will she ask about his sexuality and the rumors?

"Have you ever french kissed?"

"N-no. I've never...even..." his voice trailed off with his face turning dark red.

"It's okay. It's nasty don't try it. Tongues in general are nasty. Do you know there's more germs in your mouth than on a dirty toilet? That should tell you something."

Jimin laughed and he covered his mouth to prevent obnoxious sounds from escaping. "I know! An individual that washes their teeth have 1,000 to 100,000 bacteria living on each tooth surface."

"Interesting. You're cute, nice, and smart. So sad to know that humanity doesn't appreciate intelligence as much as they appreciate looks."

"T-thank you. Yo-you're those compliments too."

"You're too nice for this shitty world."

Jimin smiled. The wind picked up and a small leaf got in her hair and he gulped. "Y-you have a-"

"You can get it."

"It's on your..." He looked at her chest and she chuckled. "It's just boobs. You've never touched boobs before?"

Jimin shook his head no. He had never been attracted to girls, but what if he could be? What if all he needed was a little push? Maybe then he would be normal and less awkward.

She raised her eyebrows and looked down at hers. "Do you want to touch mine? I'm not a pervert and I'm not forcing you. If you want to that's fine and if not that's fine too."

He looked at her chest and then at her. This was beyond embarrassing to the point he couldn't focus on her eyes.

"O-okay. Are you-are you sure?"

She nodded and he slowly brought his hand up and placed it against her chest. She snickered, "There's not much there. I belong to the itty bitty small tit club."

In reality, he never thought he'd touch a pair of female breasts. It didn't feel like he thought it would.

"No. It was nice. Thank you for letting me." He said removing his hand.

"You know. You're the sweetest guy I've ever met. You're the first one to touch me so gentle. It made me feel special."

"Y-you ar-"

A guy walking by yelled getting Nayeon's attention. "I'm telling Yoongi you're letting that weirdo touch your tits!"

Nayeon stood up on the bleachers and stuck both middle fingers up. "You can suck my nonexistent dick, Sehun. Go snitch on me you little snitch bitch."

Sehun groaned frustrated and stuck his middle finger back. "Fuck off." He screamed and kept walking.

She rolled her eyes and sat next to Jimin again. "Don't worry. Yoongi won't say anything. I'll talk to him."

Jimin nodded a bit relieved. Had she seen his evident fear? "Thank you." He replied fearful.

•••

"Jimin!"

"Taehyung!" He responded as equally excited as him.

"I haven't talked to you in so long. What's new?"

"I touched boobs-!" He covered his mouth regretting saying it.

Taehyung laughed, "Holy fuck. How was it?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say it out loud. But, it was uh, different."

"Different, huh? Did you do other stuff?"

"No, no, of-of course not. It was a friendly-a friendly touch."

"Wow. Nice. Nice."

"Anyways, whats new with you?" He quickly asked to change the subject.

"I got..." he looked down and then laughed hugging him tightly. "I got a scholarship to one of the best universities!"

Jimin gasped freezing at his warm touch. His heart felt like it was exploding. Though, he didn't want to feel a thing, he felt everything at once. 

Breathless, hopeful, loved, and sad.

"I'm sorry if my hug made you uncomfortable." He said slowly pulling away.

Jimin simply pressed his lips together and his eyes filling up with tears. He couldn't explain why so many emotions.

Maybe, because he hadn't had a hug in so long he forgot the feeling. Or maybe, it was the fact that he had felt Taehyung's touch and it hurt to know he wouldn't ever be to have him the way he wanted to.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I just," he cleared his throat and blinked his tears so he wouldn't see them. "I'm not used to hugs. I had forgotten the feeling that's all." He smiled sadly.

Taehyung returned the smile, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I'm still sorry. I'll give you hugs."

Jimin giggled, "Sounds lovely. By the way congratulations! That's amazing! That's-thats so wow. You're incredible. I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you! I'm so happy!"

"Me too! I'm-I'm happy for you."

Taehyung wrapped his arm around his shoulder and grinned. "This shirt looks great on you by the way."

"It's the one you gave me. I didn't wear it with the pants because it's hot out here." He replied a bit embarrassed. He was surprised he hadn't stuttered with his arm on his.

"I know. I'm heading to the locker rooms. Want to walk with me?"

He nodded, "I'd love to."

They started to walk and Jimin bit the inside of his lip. All the feelings came back rushing through his veins.

Nothing compared to his touch.

Not even a pair of female breasts.