Your phone buzzes with a call. It's your sister. You sigh and turn it off. You can talk to her later. You already told mom you were gonna be at a friend's house.

"Whoa, ignoring calls?" Jimin says in mock horror. "What if it's important?"

"Eh, I can talk to her later. She usually only calls me when she wants something."

Your phone rings again. You roll your eyes and turn it off without even looking at it. "You're not gonna answer?"

"No. I'm talking to you. My sister can deal with that."

Your phone rings yet again. You huff, annoyed and look at it again. This time it's Gavin calling. Jimin sees the picture of his face on your screen and blinks, his smile fading. He doesn't even try to pretend he likes Gavin. It's funny, almost.

You turn the call off and open your phone. He was the second call too. Your sister gave up after the first one. "Huh," you say. "Why would he be calling me?"

Jimin shrugs. "You should answer it and see what he wants."

You raise an eyebrow at Jimin. Gavin calls yet again but you ignore it. You don't want to talk to Gavin right now when you have Jimin sitting in front of you. You silence his calls and toss your phone to the side. "I'll talk to him later."

Jimin smiles and sits criss cross in front of you. You stretch your arms in the air and yawn before matching his position and placing your hands down on the floor in front of you. "Alright," you begin. "Now to teach you how to draw."

You and Jimin spend the next hour on a piece of paper drawing a couple things on his desk. Jimin says it's really hard, but he's doing just fine. Obviously, you're doing better, but he's still pretty good. You catch him frustratedly trying to erase something and laugh.

Soon your mother calls and says she needs help at the house. You deflate at the idea of leaving but then realize it's like seven and neither you or Jimin have had dinner so it's probably best that you go.

You leave your drawing on his desk and shove your phone into your back pocket so you can hastily pull your jacket on. Jimin opens his door and walks you down the stairs to the front door. You notice that Mikey hasn't moved an inch in the three hours that you've been here.

"Thanks for letting me come over," you say as you kneel down and pull your shoes on. "And teaching me how to dance."

Jimin grins. "You should let me show you more," he says. "You're not half bad."

You blush. "I'll see you tomorrow." You reach for the front door. Mikey stands up and walks over to the stairs. You begin to walk out the door but then Mikey's voice stops you. "Oh come on Jimin, walk her home. You're supposed to be a gentleman."

Jimin blushes. "I-I'll go get my jacket." You want to protest and say it's okay for you to go alone, but
secretly you don't want to part with Jimin just yet.

So it makes you happy when he quickly slips on a pair of shoes, grabs his jacket from a hook next to the door and follows you outside. You watch as he secures his jacket over his shoulders and pulls it close over his chest. How come everything he does has to look so attractive?

Seriously. He only put on a jacket. A jacket. So why are you blushing?

Jimin begins walking you down the street. You're happy that he didn't just cut through the grass to take the short cut. Nope, you're going to walk the long way. More time together. You walk slowly beside him. You know he doesn't want to separate either. God, you just want to hold his hand and spend all your time with him.

You manage to stall by kneeling down and tying your shoes halfway there, and even stop to pull out your ponytail and shake your hair out.

"What do you think Gavin wanted?" Jimin asks. "I dunno," you say, frowning. "But I'll tell you if I do call him."

Jimin gives you a small smile but you know he doesn't like it. He's adorable because he doesn't even try to hide his dislike for the other boy.

"He touches you too much," Jimin says. You blink and look at him. "What?"

Jimin looks down. "In Spanish. He's too touchy with you."

Oh my god. What the frike. He noticed. And he doesn't like it. Why are the butterflies turning into piranhas in your stomach?

You can't wipe the smile off your face. "Huh," you hum out. "I didn't even notice." Of course you noticed. But you wanted to test Jimin. See how he will react.

"Really?" He asks, trying to look like he's chill about it. You hum. "I can tell him not to, if it bothers you," you say innocently. Sweetly.

Jimin squints at you. You try to ignore his gaze but you're drawn to it. Your eyes latch onto his and stay there for a moment until your face burns and you have to look away.

You realize that you've both stopped walking. And you're in front of your house. "I still have your hoodie from yesterday. If you want to wait out here for like, thirty seconds, I can go get it," you suggest.

"Uh, yeah sure," Jimin says. "I forgot I left it here."

You smile and walk to your door. "Hold on. I'll be right back."

You open your door and speed up the stairs to your room where you put Jimin's hoodie after you found it when you returned home yesterday. You grab it and hurry toward the stairs. Your sister Lily stops you.

"Hold on," she says. She eyes you and the hoodie. "Is he outside waiting for you?"

"Yes- don't you dare go out there and embarrass me," you exasperate. Lily looks at the hoodie. "Hold the phone. You're giving his hoodie back?"

"Yes? It's his."

"No. Not my sister. You never give it back. You're supposed to hold it captive and wear it every night and smell it like it's a drug."

You stare at the hoodie. "We're-we're not like that," you mumble. "I have to give this back." Lily sighs and tuts at you. "Very well. But when you date him, you gotta steal his favorite hoodie."

You laugh. "Who let you make the ru-"

"Hurry up silly, he'll freeze out there."

You hurry down the stairs and back out into the cold where Jimin waits for you. You are about to hand him back his hoodie when he speaks.

"I know you um- you wanted me to wait till I was ready to uh- tell you that I like you, and I know it's only been a day, but I'm restless already."

You stare unblinkingly at Jimin, your heart beating faster. Restless? You clutch the hoodie close to your chest.

"You already know now. It's out. I like you. I'll say it again, if you want me to. But..." Jimin steps closer to you.

"I'm restless without knowing about you," he whispers. "So if anything, I think I'm ready. Now I want to know how you feel about me. If you... feel the same."

You stare at him for a moment. He looks calm as he awaits your answer.

You can't form words. You know what you want to say. I like you too. But the words get caught in your throat. You don't know why you can't say it.

Maybe because you yourself are not ready. You're not emotionally unprepared, but last time you dated was in the second grade. You don't know how to date someone. You don't know how to like someone who feels the same toward you.

You know the silence is dragging on for too long. You know that the hope in Jimin's eyes will diminish in a few moments if you don't say something- do something.

But you can't. The words don't come out. No matter how bad you want him to know. You're not ready.

Adrenaline roars through your veins and your heart pounds against your chest, causing you to make your next move.

You smirk, stand on your tiptoes, lean forward, and kiss his cheek.

And then you turn around and walk back to the door. You toss the hoodie over your head, still holding onto it tightly so it hangs tauntingly behind you.

"I'm keeping this for a little while," you say. You shut the door behind you before Jimin can respond.

As soon as the door is shut you stand on your toes and look through the peephole in the door.

Jimin hasn't moved. He's looking at the ground wide-eyed and blushing. You giggle to yourself.

He blinks and turns around, then walks away, back to his house- taking the shortcut that he failed to notice earlier.

You turn your back to the door and sink to the floor against it, a wide grin plastered across your face as you shove your face into the hoodie you hold in your arms. You inhale deeply and immediately recognize Jimin's scent.

You let out a small giggle uncontrollably.

"I thought you said you weren't like that," Lily says, smirking. She leans against the wall of the stairs, watching you. Your first response is to blush, but you stop yourself.

You pull off your shoe and throw it at Lily.

"Ow-" the other one is thrown in her direction and she dodges it, then runs away. You quickly run up the stairs and hurry into your room so you can go to bed and sleep with Jimin's hoodie.

This should be the last chapter of the night since I'm about to go on screentime. I love you all, thank you so much for reading, and tomorrow's chapter will bring some good stuff you may have been waiting for :) <3

-L