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WOULD YOU HAVE BELIEVED ME if I told you that June would've probably been less nervous facing a serial killer than the dark brown haired boy who was now staring back at her? Completely baffled and unable to inhale a single spark of air, June stared at the boy with eyes wide in shock. Not much to her surprise, his hand was leaning against the door frame so effortlessly, as he lifted his chin up, a wide smile plastered on his face. Just why in the world did he have to be so handsome?

''Can I come in?''

''No'', she thought.

''Yes'', she said.

And the boy stormed inside, leaving an intoxicating trace of perfume follow behind his back.

God, he smells amazing.

Without a thought, Jimin was already scanning the surroundings. While having his hands dived in the pockets of skinny ripped jeans, his eyes were thoroughly searching for the things that might tell him more about June and her life. Once he got his view adjusted to the environment, Jimin turned around, facing a not so comfortable looking June.

''What? Not even a hello? Or I'm happy to see you?''

''How did you know where I lived?'' The girl asked, completely ignoring his words.

Jimin snorted as if offended by the question. ''I asked a friend of yours.''

''What friend?'' June stayed still, confused. ''Have you been following me?''

"Ah, love the wild thoughts you're having about me." He grinned sheepishly, ignoring the two questions June had asked him. "Where's your bedroom? I wanna see what it looks like, since you've already been in mine."

"Ugh, down the hall, to your right." The girl spoke, completely unaware of the words coming out of her silly mouth. Soon enough, the realization hit her like a cold slap in the face. How could she forget about it? How could she forget about Taehyung being in her bedroom?

Crap.

Her eyes were now wide with not only shock and disorientation, but fear as well, as Jimin made his way down the hall before she could utter another word to stop him. She reached out to grab him by his shirt but he moved way too quickly, now almost entering through the door of her own bedroom.

"Don't!" She yelled, the soft crack in her voice causing the boy to turn around, confusion plastered on his face. "It's a mess in there." She exhaled the air that was sitting way too long at the bottom of her lungs.

But Jimin simply smiled, "I don't mind'', and opened to door way too quickly.

Shit, shit, shit.

How in the world is she going to explain why Taehyung is currently sitting on her bed, in her own bedroom? Think, June, think.

Maybe a story about them being cousins will do? Ah, way too stupid and not convincing enough. Taehyung being a brother, maybe? But they look nothing alike. What about Taehyung being a pizza delivery guy?

Awesome, do clap for yourself June, this is your worst one yet.

With every idea popping up in the back of her head, the anxiety was getting worse and worse, causing her breathing to turn shallow. Why was she getting so upset about Jimin seeing Taehyung? After all, they were just friends, weren't they?

She expected to hear either Jimin's or Taehyung's deep voice, but there was only silence throbbing in her both ears. An eery silence that should've been pleasing and relaxing, but in a situation like this, it was far more than that. So she bit her bottom lip, nails digging into her palms as she slowly made her way towards the room, hesitantly peeking inside.

June was greeted by a sight of Jimin, who's hands were still hidden in the pockets as he looked around the room, careful not to touch anything without her permission. The boy was well mannered since the day he learned how to walk, so he knew how to behave in an other person's environment. His eyes were soaking in the things around him; the plain white walls, bright sheets and a wardrobe next to the desk filled with drawings and coloured pencils, with only one thing being missing.

Where the hell is Taehyung?

Dragging her feet slowly, June entered the bedroom, glaring everywhere in hope to find the missing boy.

''You okay there?'' Jimin tilted his head, pouting his lips. ''You look like you've just seen a ghost.''

''I was just looking for something.''

More like for a somebody.

Then, with a blink of an eye, her head turned to the wardrobe, who's doors were slightly moving, indicating that somebody had left them open.

Really, Taehyung? In the damn closet?

''Really? What a coincidence.'' Jimin smiled, sitting on the bed, his facial expression turning serious. ''I came to visit you because I myself am looking for something as well. A tiny little polaroid, it's a bit old and slightly ruined. You haven't seen it by any chance now, have you?''

It was as if a pair of hands clasped over June's mouth, preventing her from letting out a single sound. She knew that he'd find out one way or another, he always does, but why like this, why right now?

''I-i'', she stuttered, now completely forgetting about Taehyung hiding in the closet, as pure sweat now overwhelmed her body. She didn't need to say much afterwards because the boy soon shook his head. He wasn't disappointed but rather saddened that she would do something like this.

''Aish June, You could've just asked me about it.''

''I thought it would be creepy.''

Stealing a photograph was probably more creepy than asking about it.

He raised his eyebrows. ''You could've still asked! After all, we're friends, aren't we?''

Yeah, friends.

''Alright, then.'' The boy only let out an exaggerated sigh, clapping with his hands as he leaned against the pillows, bringing his feat up on the sheets. ''I'll tell you something about me, if you tell me a thing or two about you.''

Still left a little traumatized, June kept staring at Jimin in confusion, to which he just chuckled, eyes turning into little crescents. ''What? I thought you wanted to know more about me.''

She couldn't deny it, he was right again, so she sat beside him, hands clutching the hem of her shirt in awkwardness. She didn't reply however, so Jimin continued to talk.

''What do you want to know?'' He asked, his voice low, calming even.

''Your last name.'' June's eyes now shined with excitement. ''What's your last name?''

''Boring.'' He exhaled. ''I was expecting something more like have you ever killed someone?''

The boy laughed, but June's jaw dropped, her lips forming a rather shocked o. ''Have you?!''

''What? No you, idiot! Of course I haven't.'' His body shifted against the sheets. ''But to answer your question, it's Park. My last name is Park.''

Even his last name sounded beautiful.

''What is yours?'' He looked at her, raising one of his eyebrows as he prompted himself up. ''Tell me.''

''It's Kang. June Kang.''

The boy smiled to himself, a sly smirk appearing at the corners of his lips as he hugged his feet, now pretending to think of more questions to ask her. ''Alright, June Kang. we're not strangers anymore.''

Once swallowing the lump in her throat, June's sweaty palms have stopped rubbing her knees, as she brought her hand up in order to remove the hair from her face. ''Why are you here?''

The boy wasn't smiling anymore, he was rather surprised by the sudden question, not understanding why she asked it.

''Why did you come here? Is it just the photograph?''

''No.'' He admitted. ''It's not because of the photograph.'' His voice trailed off, sounding somewhat uneasy and more nervous. ''I guess I just got worried. I didn't see you behind those doors at the dance studio last night. Besides, our last dance practice ended in a bad note, so I came to apologize, and ask you if you're still keeping me as your tutor?''

The atmosphere was now silent, neither one of them knew exactly what to say nor how to react. Jimin was looking at her, eyes completely scanning June's tiniest movements; from her constant hair tucking behind ear, to her fingers being intertwined, as if she tried to drag her attention away from the boy. But she couldn't not for long however.

She got up and made her way towards the desk. Her pale hands were rummaging through the sketches and unfinished drawings, eyes searching for the familiar polaroid she had yet so easily taken from Jimin. After a few seconds, there was a hint of satisfaction rushing through her veins as her view caught the familiar thing.

Quickly, she grabbed it, now both of her hands holding it as she reached out to Jimin, bowing her head down in order to show that she was indeed sorry for what she had done.

''I'm sorry.'' Her voice was flat. ''I shouldn't have taken it, I had no right to. It wasn't my intention to hurt you in any way. I guess I just wanted to get to know you. And I really don't want us to drift away from each other, because I know I would've been furious if someone had done that to me so I'm pretty much still in awe due to the fact that you're so calm about everything.'' The words were running through her tongue like a water from a tap, until she let out a long sigh, not even realizing that she has been holding her breath for a bit too long.

''I'm rambling, aren't I?''

As an answer to her rhetorical question, Jimin just chuckled, his hand reaching out and touching hers. It was warm, soft as well. His fingertips caressed her cold skin like a pen would against a blank paper, leaving traces of almost tinging sensations, causing June to shiver in her own body.

''It's fine. I'm not mad.'' He said, taking the picture in his own hands now, his gaze still focused on her. ''Maybe one day, I'll tell you the story behind this.'' Referring to the little photograph in his hands, he softly smiled at her, a smile that somehow softened the look in his eyes, as he placed the polaroid in his pocket.

He looked at her, and they stared each other for a while.

Finally, he asked. ''So we're good? I'm still your dance teacher?''

''Yeah.'' June replied. ''I think I'd like that.''

What has she gotten herself into?

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lmao at taehyung being in the closet during their conversation jbafjka hope you're enjoying this so far, and i hope you like the gif i made. tell me what you think? i don't mind criticism at all! love you, always.