[ilove_joon]

Jimin's POV

There's this well-known cliche that prom is an event that every student has been waiting for from the beginning of high school, and for some, even their whole life. Well here, in this already unordinary school, this cliche is what we represent.

So of course, it's the most chaotic time of year.

Everyone is in that sort of mood to break into random musicals of being ready and being excited, just like those teen romcoms. But here, our excitement is fueled with nerves. Each clique worrying that the latter could somehow ruin it.

Ever since freshman year, I had been dreaming of the perfect prom: a perfect outfit, a perfect evening, and most importantly, the perfect date. The Straights would call that the most girly fantasy, but I'm gay and I'm proud. These kinds of thoughts are not limited to just women. Thoughts of pure happiness and dreams of bliss can be for everyone and anyone. I wish the whole school could understand that.

But these thoughts about prom were before the whole school was split in half, betting whether I'd be asked by a dude or if I'd be asking a girl. Now, I'm suddenly dreading prom. I'm considering not even attending because I know very well my night can be ruined by the decision I make.

I want to enjoy my time; I was hoping that prom would be a time of peace water everyone would forget about the silly war just for a couple hours. But I know my wish is far-fetched. I've heard that this school has a history of having the largest fights at prom between LGs and Straights.

I'm hoping that someone will take a stand, tell everyone how ridiculous they are, make everyone get along. But as the mighty Ghandi once said, I have to be the change I want to see in the world. Who knew being the change I want could be so frightening?

I expected that the whole school would already have dates, but come to think of it, I had not seen one promposal. I think everyone is scared to be the first. Because no matter the clique, everyone would know who is going with who.

Dancing always made these thoughts easy to comprehend.

"Okay, that's enough for today. Look at your sweaty bods, you'll make one of us LGs horny!" laughs Hoseok as he turns off the speakers.

A couple stifled laughs, both Straights and LGs alike, break out and everyone heads to their bags. I take a sip of water and join a circle of my friends— surprisingly consisting of both cliques.

Mark, Yugyeom, BamBam, and Lisa are all talking excitedly. The only tension seems to be between Yugyeom and BamBam, who are not directly speaking to each other. Everyone within this circle seem to be some of the most neutral people in the cliques about the war.

In dance, no one is afraid of who they talk to because Hoseok is busy eating Youngjae's face when he's not dancing and Jackson doesn't come in here. It's like a safe-haven for LGs and Straights to mingle; one of the main reasons this is my favorite class, excluding math with Yoongi.

"Yeah, I'm keeping myself open. I've been asked by a couple guys already, but there's someone in particular I'm waiting for. I don't care how long it takes, I'll go to prom single. I just want to go with him," Mark chirps.

"I wonder who.. You're so ambitious, I hope all goes well," BamBam smiles.

"Thanks. Who are you taking, Bam?"

My eyes instinctively go to Yugyeom, who is suddenly too interested with his Gatorade.

"Actually I was gonna ask you right now..." he says, his eyes wandering to—

"Lisa."

She looks up, shocked, and places a hand on BamBam's shoulder.

"Why me?" she asks quietly.

"We've been besties since we were kids. Let's go as friends!"

"Oh, thank God. I thought you meant the other way," she laughs, relieved, "But I'm sorry. I already agreed to go with Rosé."

"Guess I'm going alone, then," BamBam sighs.

I know BamBam seems disappointed, but I can't help but suppress my growing smile. Good for Rosé to be going with her crush. How is she not afraid of what people will say? Come to think of it, I don't recall Lisa saying they were going as just friends. I try to cheer Bam up.

"It's okay, man, you can still be the best dressed or the best dancer," I pipe.

"Yeah, I guess.." he mutters.

"What about you, Jimin?" Yugyeom says suddenly. The silence was drawing on for too long.

"I haven't decided yet," I say truthfully, "And you, Yugie?"

"Me neither," he smiles sadly. "Also Jinyoung told me he's going with Jisoo as friends."

"That's nice to know," Lisa smirks.

"Oh, you two will find someone to go. You're all hot," Mark jeers.

"A bunch of people seem to be going as 'friends'..." mumbles BamBam.

"Like who?" I ask. I don't even recall finding out about any other dates besides the ones stated within the circle.

"Well Jungkook and Tae are going together. It's no surprise since they're such besties," Lisa grimaces at the word. The reason she broke up with Jungkook was because of his close friendship with Taehyung, I remember.

"I'm not surprised, but how the hell did that happen?" I ask, shocked.

"Apparently, they had the same idea and they asked each other over a game of Overwatch! The tea spreads quickly around here, how could you not have heard?" Mark explains.

"I guess I've been so busy with my own relationships that I've barely been talking to those two."

"Speaking of besties, I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse of your bestie, Jimin," he grins.

"Of course you did, Hoseok is literally the choreographer. We see him every dance practice," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Not that one."

"Then who—" I cut myself off. "Jackson?!"

"The one and only."

"When?! Where?! How?!" I shout. I've been worried about him. Yeah, he can be a jerk, but I still care about him. He's been so distant lately and I don't know why. I miss my best friend sometimes.

"I saw him, too. I told him to come here whenever he needed to relieve stress. It's healthier than fucking a random girl in the halls. He was watching us a couple minutes ago, I believe," Bam says.

"Oh," is all I can say out loud, despite all of the questions running through my mind.

I look at my watch. Shit, I'm gonna be late.

I quickly say bye to everyone as I exit our studio. Yoongi asked me to meet him up in the science labs again, so of course, I'm excited. Our relationship has been amazing, probably the best thing that has happened to me this year. I'm truly lucky to have someone like him in my life.

I enter the corridor and brush some loose hairs out of my face to realize that I'm still dripping with sweat. Ew.

As I take a towel out of my dance bag, I look across the hall to see no other than Jackson. He seems to be quickly pacing away, looking worried and mildly sad. Now is my chance to talk to him. I think whatever has been the issue between us needs to be resolved. School is almost over. I want to be actual friends with my best friend on prom night.

"Jackson?" I call.

He looks in my direction as I pat my brow and forehead with my towel. He stands there, stunned, his face contorting into an unfamiliar look. He looks uncomfortable. He looks like something is eating him up from the inside. I want to talk to him. Make him feel better. He looks like... me.

"I need to go," he rasps before turning around and quickly walking away. I want to chase after him and reach out to him. I want to know what is on his mind. But I can't risk being late for my meetup with Yoongi. I feel guilty for being this way. Putting my towel away, I finally decide to just leave him be. I don't want to make Jackson's situation worse, anyways. I'm beginning to think maybe I'm the root of his issue.

I push my disappointed thoughts aside to make room for some positive ones. I feel like I'm really happy with Yoongi. More happy than I've ever been. And this happiness is not fake. I rush up the stairs and see him in the lab, alone. For once, he is not wearing earphones or turned away. He is just looking at me with expectant eyes. His eyes make me feel safe. He looks at me like I'm the most important person in the world. There's so much love there, and I can really feel it.

I close the door behind me and walk towards him with a shy smile. Even until know, I still find myself nervous around him, despite the fact that we have been dating and very intimate for long enough.

"Hey, Yoongi. Sorry, I'm late, I know I stink, I just came from practice," I grin.

"It's okay, you look and smell fine. Come sit," he smiles, patting the empty seat next to him.

"Soooo what did you ask me here for?" I ask innocently once I've sat down. Is it bad that I've only been around him for about a minute but all I can think about is kissing his soft, refreshing lips?

"I was just thinking about you. Why? Is asking you to the science labs no longer allowed?" he teases.

"It is! It is, it is, it is. I was just curious!"

He's stopped talking to me. All he's doing is staring at me. I'm thinking maybe I have something on my face when he reaches for my chin, but he kisses me softly, taking me by surprise. I kiss him back hungrily. I could never get tired of this. He pulls away lightly and starts laughing.

"What?!" I ask, blushing furiously.

"I'm sorry, you just looked delectable. I didn't ask you here for a makeout session. If I just wanted that I would've told you to come home with me," he smirks.

"Ugh, don't do that, Yoongi! You got me excited over nothing," I pout.

"Are you sure about that?" he grins, coyly. What's on this man's mind now?!

"Jimin. You never once mentioned anything about prom to me. Why is that?" he asks, suddenly turning serious.

"O-Oh, I just... I didn't know if I wanted to go. There's people who really care about who I go with for no reason and it just puts so much pressure on me. I didn't know if you'd be into this kind of thing either," I admit.

"But do you genuinely want to go? Ignore everyone else. Pretend there's no such thing as the LGs or the Straights. Imagine no one gives a shit about what you do with your life. Would you want to go?" he asks.

Would I? All my life the answer had been yes, as long as it was with the right person. And I believe with all my heart that Yoongi is that right person. He's all I could ask for in a man. I don't care if the Straights will get mad that I truly want to only go with him because I love him. He seems to understand where I'm stuck. He's trying to help me think past everyone else's opinion. So why am I still holding myself back? I decide I'll answer him with the truth.

"Yes."

"So I guess I have only one thing left to ask..."

He pulls a red rose out of nowhere and I already begin to feel my eyes tearing up, my stomach somersaulting, and my heart stopping.

"Park Jimin, will you, the so-called bi token of our school, push aside everyone else's thoughts, think only of what you want, care only about what you believe in, please no one's choices but your own, and go to the prom with me?" Yoongi smiles shyly.

No words can come out. All I can do is hug him tight and cry. Because he and I already know my answer.

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