Yoongi POV

Jimin and I sat in the garden at lunch. Just as we've done every day since introducing myself to him here. He usually would lay on my lap and rest his eyes. I'd comb my fingers through his hair. However, today was different. Today he sat beside me, with his thigh pressed against mine. Nothing had really been exchanged between the two of us. In my case, I wasn't sure what to say about what happened yesterday. If I spoke, theres no doubt id stumble over my words. For him, I'm not entirely sure why he hasn't spoken yet. Maybe for the same reasons. Maybe he regrets kissing my cheek. Maybe he doesn't. I'm hoping he doesn't.

"How's your day been?" Jimin asked, finally killing the silence. His voice was quiet and soft.

"Good. You?" I didn't mean to be so short with him. I simply don't know how to speak to him without outright embarrassing myself anymore.

"Any day is good when it's spent with you" He giggled, knocking shoulders with me. "You're my groundhog after all"

He was flirting with me. Park jimin flirted with me. The boy I've grown to crush on over the time I've been here was bluntly flirting with me.

"I-I'm glad."

I turned my head to Jimin, hoping what I said didn't completely ruin the moment. Thankfully, he still had a smile on his face. A ticklish feeling crawled up my spine. Butterflies flew around my stomach. Every cheesy and bubbly thing that could possibly happen when you look at the person you like was happening all at once. Park Jimin is so perfect and I've been lucky enough to have met him.

"So.." He trailed off, grabbing my hand in his. "We should hang out soon."

Hang out. Those two words stuck out to me the most. He didn't want to go out, he wanted to hang out. Just like friends would.

"I'm free today" I tried my best to cover my disappointment with a cheerful tone, but it seemed to just seeped through.

"Oh, Ok! Cool. Let's hang out at my place then." He smiled in a way that made his eyes disappear, like he usually does. In a way that stole my heart.

I wore a half genuine smile. Excited to spend time with him, hurt that it was just friendly between us. I suppose he's just a touchy person. Its ok, my original intention was to just be his friend anyways. Im ok.

- later -

"Dad, I'm home. Yoongi is with me. We're going upstairs. Love you, have a good day at work. See you later" He yelled out as he ran up the stairs.

With my fingers intertwined in his, he dragged me closely behind himself. Pulled the two of us into his room and slamming the door shut behind.

He didnt let go of me until hed sat down on his bed. I sat beside him, but distanced. The air wasnt necessarily heavy with awkwardness, but it definitely was enough to stain the walls.

I smiled at him and placed my hands on my knees, keeping to myself. Not meaning to be so reserved, but not really making an effort to do more.

"You're really handsome Yoongi" he told me, breaking the silence for a second time today.

"T-thanks. You're- well, you're really really cute" I smiled as I watched his expression light up.

"Thanks!"

Cute is an understatement for what Park Jimin is. I can not stress enough how stunning the boy is. Especially today. He was dressed up a bit. It was like he had something important to do or rather.. Someone to impress.

"You're staring" he blushed.

"You would have had to of been as well in order to know that"

His cheeks grew a darker shade of pink as he kept his eyes on me. The both of us just looked at each other, but I avoided looking directly into his eyes. I think i'd be lost forever if I made such a move.

"C-can" he paused.

"Can you what?"

"Its weird, but can I do your makeup?" he asked.

I was taken by shock. Out of all the things he could have said right now, he asked to do my makeup.

"Um.. I guess? I've never had it done before" I wasn't going to tell him no, but I wasnt going to pretend to be one hundred percent on board.

He smiled his usual smile at me before getting up and grabbing his makeup bag.

"I dont have your shade of bb cream so I'll only do eyes and lips. Ok?" he asked, making sure I'm ok.

I nodded hesitantly. Watching as he pulled out a rectangular box with powder in it. He swiped the brush into a light color. I closed my eyes, figuring the powder was eyeshadow.

It was relaxing. All he was doing was putting the powder onto my lid and underneath. The brush was soft against my skin. In a sense, it was therapeutic.

Then I realized how close he was. Despite my eyes being closed, I could feel his breathe on my face. His small hand on my thigh to prop himself up. I dont think he needed to be as close as he was, but Im not complaining. Not at all.

He continued on. Stabbing my eyes with his eyeliner pencil. Practically forcing tears out of my eyes as he ran it along the bottom line. If pain is beauty, I dont mind being ugly.

"Ok im doing your mascara now. Look at me, but slightly downward" he warned.

I did as told, then felt him brushing my eyelashes out. I felt it get onto my eyelid and grimaced at the texture. The fault was on me though. I kept looking up at him.

He focused so hard on putting it on me. Biting his lip as he combed it throw my lashes. He did it the entire time, and when he finished, he put it away.

He then moved on to my lips. Taking a small brush and dipping it into a small pink jar, he put some in the inner part of my lips. Spreading it out with his pinky finger. I think it's called a gradient lip.

I watched him as he did this. He'd meet eyes with mine for a second before looking back down at my lips. Noticing the faint shade of pink stain his cheeks caused my cheeks to heat up as well.

He came to a pause. I thought this meant he was finished, but he never pulled away. Instead, he slowly raised his eyes to meet mine. He looked straight into them and was probably able to read me with ease. I dont mind though. If he wanted, Id let him read me like I was a childrens book.

He had such lovely brown eyes. A deep brown. Almost black even. They were mesmerizing. Who knew something as plain as brown could be so vibrant. Such hypnotizing and beautiful eyes for the most hypnotizing and beautiful person I know.

Then it hit me. When he'd asked me to draw eyes, I didnt draw a random set like I'd first believed. I drew his eyes.

"I think I drew your eyes" I mumbled. Somewhat hoping he didnt hear. He did though.

"I thought so too" he smiled. Raising his hand to my cheek and cupping it.

Inching closer and closer. I felt my breath hitch as his eyes fluttered shut.  I wanted to do the same, but I couldnt. I remained completely wide eyes as he leaned in slowly. My heart raced in my chest as I felt his lips touch mine. I was frozen in disbelief that his lips were actually against mine.

"Um.. I think im finished" he whispered after pulled away quickly. "You look pretty"

He held up a small mirror for me to look at myself in, but my mind was everywhere but that mirror. I couldnt focus on it. All i saw was Jimins bright red cheeks.

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L m a o

This books been so fluffy.

Just remember what the intro said though.

I know i said slight angst but when i was looking through the original notes the angst got kind of serious

Anyways i hope you like it so far!!