A/N P.O.V

Jimin sits in the silence of his living room, his hands folded as he stares into a space, a deep frown knit onto his face as his foot impatiently taps again the wooden floor.

"We haven't made anything official yet"

The single sentence resonated over and over in his disturbed mind.

I'll do it.

I have to.

He thinks, not noticing the woman leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded.

"You've been like that for half an hour, Jimin."
She chimes as he startles, snapping out of his thoughts. He sighs, running a frustrated hand through his disheveled silvery locks.

"S-sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now, Bora."
"Care to tell me about it?"
She asks, sitting down next to him.

He stares at her as she sends him a comforting smile.
"You won't like it anyways."
He says, chuckling after.

Her lips purse together into a thin line.
"Is it about her?"
He nods, waiting to see her reaction.

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Don't tell me you're going to-"
"Yes, yes I am."
She gawks at him.
"Good god, Jimin! Out of all the people, you want her?!"

A sliver of irritation flows through him at her words.
"Why not?"
He asks, clenching his teeth.

"I don't like her and neither do I trust her. Besides, she's sworn enemies with my sister! If she finds out you two are a thing, I'm afraid she'll pull you into her wicked ways."
Bora stares at him, fear and worry evident in her eyes.

His eyes soften as he reaches out, placing his hand over her trembling one.
"You don't need to worry about me. I know you're just trying to repay what I've done for you, but I'll be fine."

She shakes her head, pulling her hand away from his.
"No. You don't know the kind of person my sister is, Jimin. Please just-"

"I'm not giving up just because of her, Bora."
He says sternly, his sharp gaze piercing right through her.
Her lips close shut at his strict tone.

She knew he had made up his mind, and there was no going back once that happened.

She nods, standing up from the sofa.
"You'll regret it later."
She mutters before stomping out the room, her footsteps fading upstairs.

Jimin nibbles on his lower lip as he pulls out his phone. He had made up a plan in his head, and he was going to carry it out no matter what.

Clicking on her contact, he begins typing.

Meet me at the park at 6 p.m tomorrow?

He stares at it for a moment before shaking his head and deleting the sentence.

Hey Y/N! I don't know if you'll be free but can you please meet me at the park tomo-

Nope.

He hisses, deleting the sentence once more.

Goddamn it, why is this so hard?

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Y/N's P.O.V

You've been training relentlessly hard for the past few days because of the upcoming final tournament that's just a few days around the corner.

Your body is exhausted both physically and mentally, as you sink into your sofa.

Jimin looks up at you with his pretty almond eyes.

"Thanks for inviting me stay over for the night, Y/N."

You gaze down at him, a small smile splaying across your face.
"Liar. You tortured me to accept you."

He slightly giggles, his legs spreading across the single couch.

A tingly feeling brew inside you as your eyes travelled his muscular thighs that were exposed against your dark leather sofa, his shorts riding up his thighs.

You feel a heat travel down to your core as you clench your legs together immediately.

Don't, Y/N. Don't.

Jimin's smile slowly fades at your gaze, tucking his lower lip behind his pearly white teeth.

"Let's have a drink, shall we?"

You knew what he was trying to do.

It was Saturday, and you let him sleep in the guest room the previous night, afraid you might give in to his lustful gazes every now and then.

The morning sun shone through the window behind him, washing his face in an ethereal glow as he tilted his head, gazing at you.

"Earth to Y/N?"

You sheepishly laugh, bringing yourself back to reality.
"I-I'm fine. Not in the mood to drink right now."

He sighs, eyes darting to the clock and realizing his time had come to an end... for now.

Dying to get away from the intensely sexual atmosphere, you stand up.
"I'll get you a glass of juice."

Scurrying into the kitchen, you let out a breath of relief.

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Jimin taps his foot against your tiled floor as you disappear inside the kitchen.

A few seconds later, your phone dings, the screen lighting up. Jimin's eyes catch the name of the messenger, and he clenches his teeth.

Taehyung.

Glancing towards the kitchen, he picks up your phone from the table, surprised when he finds out you don't have a password.

His heart drops to his stomach as he reads the message.

❤Taetae❤:
I have something to tell you... it means a lot to me, so please meet me at the park at 6 p.m today 😘

His fingers tremble in fury.

Hell no.

I won't let him ruin everything I've planned.

In a swift move, he deletes the message, placing your phone back on the table.

A few seconds later, you stride into the room, your eyes falling on a tensed, red faced Jimin.

"Are you alright?"
You ask with furrowed eyebrows, handing him the glass of cranberry juice.

His eyes refuse to meet yours.
"Y-yeah, it's just hot here."
After downing the glass of juice, he stands up, handing you think cup.

"I'll get going now."
He says, a small smile on his face as he walks to the door.

You smile, your heart fluttering at his playful gaze. He's now outside the door, and you stand there, waiting for him to disappear down the steps.

He stops abruptly, turning around. Your heart jumps into your throat when he suddenly leans forward, placing a soft peck on your lips.

"Thanks for the night."
He whispers before skipping down the steps like nothing ever happened.

You stood at your doorway, eyes widened and cheeks flushed as his warmth lingered across your lips.

Calm down, Y/N. You just might end up in the hospital beside Kook.

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Taehyung nibbles on his lower lip as he cowers beneath his sheets, the pale blue light of his phone illuminating his tired face.

Why hasn't she replied?

The simple notification of his message being left on 'Seen' , managed to create an uproar of different emotions swirling in turmoil deep inside him.

Was she too busy and decided to reply later?

A longing sadness tugged at his heart as he thinks about everything he'd planned for the evening.

He glanced at the time.

11:28 a.m

Alright, she'll probably reply sooner or later. Don't panic, Taehyung. It'll all be fine... I hope.

He somehow tried reassuring himself, soothing his racing heart.

Unable to hold it in anymore, he decides to punch in another message, just to pull out some kind of response from you.

Me:
???

He lets out a wavering sigh, turning his phone off.

Everything will go as planned. Don't worry, Taehyung.

You'll finally be able to tell her everything you've wanted to.

I just hope she accepts me.

We're perfect for each other, and fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

She wouldn't choose him over me. We've known each other for longer.

I know her deepest, darkest secrets and things that nobody else knows.

She's kept me in her heart for so long, just like I have. Surely, she feels something for me, doesn't she?

I'll just have to wait and find out.

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Your attention is drawn to your phone as the screen lights up.

❤Taetae❤:
???

You furrow your eyebrows at the unusual message.

What does that mean?

You reply back immediately.

Me:
What???

He pops back up online almost instantly, typing a reply.

❤Taetae❤:
Nothing, just making sure you got my message. Goodnight! 😍

You huff out in confusion.

Weird.

But at that moment, you had more important things to worry about.

6 p.m at the park.

Why do I feel like everything is going to change after this?

You stomach twists and turns inside you as your hands turn clammy with the thought.

Your eyes light up, as a light bulb flickers in your mind.

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"Do we really have to buy new clothes just for this?"
You whine, dragging yourself down the shopping aisles.

"I can't believe you're asking me that, Y/N. I'm offended."
Jin chimes, bringing a hand to his chest as a shopping bag dangles from his other.

"But-"

"No buts. The last time I chose an outfit for you, the man decided to kidnap you for two days! My choices are irresistible."
He snaps, twirling around and pulling more items off the hangers and throwing them into the bag.

This was a mistake.

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After many arguments about not wanting to wear a dress, you find yourself stepping out of the taxi at the entrance to the park in your new outfit.

Jin insisted on elegance, while you didn't want any of it anymore.

You wanted to be yourself, and exude the personality you held within you, instead of trying to fit into the mould of pretty, classy, and elegantly gowned women.

Dresses can go to hell for all I care.

The cold immediately strikes your exposed abs and goosebumps cover your skin.

You were glad the kids in the park were gone, as the sun slowly began to dip beneath the orange-splattered horizon.

Your heart races inside you, as you walk down the path, eyes darting around the place.

You immediately recognise the scene that was playing out before you.

You smile, thinking of it.

*Flashback*

Passing by multiple people sitting on benches, your eyes light up at the empty one in the middle of the occupied ones as your feet pick up it's pace.

You knew that the people of Seoul loved weekend nights at the park and finding an empty bench was rather impossible.

As you near the bench, your eyes catch the silhouetted figure and you sprint towards the bench.

The figure does the same until the both of you collide on the bench.

Gritting your teeth at the person with the hood pulled over its head, you say,
"I was here first."

You see the figure stiffen as soon your voice leaves your lips and it chuckles, the voice giving away that it's a man.

You frown at how familiar he sounds and he says,
"Out of all the people in the world, I get a bench with Jeon Y/N."

Your eyes widen and you smack your palm to your forehead groaning.

"Park Jimin.." you say in disgust, moving away from him and sticking to the handle of the bench.

*End of flashback*

You chuckle, shaking your head. You lift your gaze ahead of you and your heart skips a beat when you see a familiar person walking slowly towards you from the other side.

His gaze stayed trained on you, as his plump lips were pulled together to form an 'O', whistling to his heart's content.

His black turtleneck sweater and glasses that sat atop his nose bridge shone a new light over him.

He looked softer.

You slowly realize that the two of you were headed for the same bench as to when you first came, as a playful smile creeps onto Jimin's face.

The two of you sit down together, and he lets out a deep breath.

"Hmm. Déjà Vu."
He mutters loud enough for you to hear and you chuckle.

He turns to you, his eyes travelling down your body before meeting yours again. His lips pull up into a mischievous smirk.

"Cigarette?"
He offers, pulling out a box and lighter.

Déjà Vu indeed.

You place the cigarette between your lips, bending forward into to bright flame before you, and so does Jimin.

Your cigarettes brush against each other as your eyes meet, staying that way for a moment.

He looked serious, and nervous at the same time. You could see it all in his eyes.

The way his smile wouldn't reach up to his eyes was enough to tell you that something was up.

You pull away, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

"Why'd you call me here?"
You ask, staring ahead of you and crossing your leg over the other.

He does the same, leaning back and letting the smoke dance it's way out of his nostrils and mouth.

"Because I have something to say."
He says, his chocolate eyes trained into blank space.

Your mind turns in confusion.
"Is it about the tournament in a few days time? If so, you don't have to worry because I'm training every-"

"That's not it."
He says, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks in another breath from the dim cigarette.

"I'm here to tell you what I really feel."
He chimes, leaning forward and closer to you.

Your eyes widen as his face is inches away from you. You stick to the arm of the bench, holding onto it tightly as your heart races, spiking through the roof.

He tilts his head before pressing his index finger onto your heart.
"And to assure your fearful, doubting little heart."

A/N: *insert John Cena music*

Will it finally happen between the two of them? 👀

Will the evening go as planned and leave them both living happily ever after?

Or will there be a heart shattered in the silence of the shadows?

See you in the next chapter ✋😘

Yours hoefully,
Kim ✨