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"Good morning." Everyone greets each other as we gather in the practice room. I avoid the one person who prevented me from getting any sleep last night, still awkward about the events that happened yesterday.

"Jungkook," I tap his shoulder. He raises his eyebrows with a smile, widening his eyes, making me chuckle.

"Can I talk to you after?"

. . .

"What's up?" He follows me as I stroll on the streets.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Uh, kinda? I drank a few bottles last night. I only remember that you left, then Jimin followed, then the rest was pretty blurry." He says.

"Ah..." I nod my head. "So you only remember a few events?"

"Yep, I usually don't remember the last events though. Unless it's memorable," he firmly says, making me look at him weirdly.

"Memorable?" I press my lips together in deep thought.

Maybe he does remember it! He's been quieter than usual too. Shit. Or maybe he remembers it, but he wasn't in control of himself. Maybe 'flirtatious Jimin' pops out whenever he's drunk. Maybe that's why he seems embarrassed somehow.

"Do you know if..." I hesitate. "If Jimin remember things when he's drunk? Or in control of himself?"

"When he's drunk, he usually acts all cutesy and does a lot of aegyo. He even nearly kissed Yoongi-hyung before, but he just got a slap in the mouth." We both laugh as he recalls the past events. "So I would say, he's not that in control of himself."

Okay, so he wasn't being serious, he was just drunk.

But why do I feel disappointed?

. . .

A few days had passed and I notice that Jimin and I haven't been talking much. I think he's just really busy. I would catch him practicing on his own in the dance practice, perfecting each move. I really admire his perseverance.

I don't disturb him, since I know how important this is. He prepares so much for their comeback to show his very best, I should probably be doing the same.

Since the dance room is occupied, all I've been doing is trying to increase my stamina by going for a jog while singing.

And right before I know it, we were back in Seoul, back in the building, back to more practising, back to work. The visit to Jeju flew by as fast as an eagle through air.

I thought that since we've eased down on the practices due to our finished shoots that I would finally treat Jimin for a little dessert.

At least I've ensured I'll be receiving money prior to our debut- if nothing goes wrong.

I'm not going to deny that I kind of miss his annoying self. Although it'll be a bit awkward for me, ever since the event that happened that night, but I can easily ignore that.

Mia
Psst! I smell my payment coming in in a few months, do you want a treat? Meet me outside the building?

I text him as I pack up my stuff in the locker. I notice a milk box on top of my locker. I grab it and notice it's the brand that I like.

Someone probably left it here.

I put it back to where I found it and head out the building. I spot Jimin nearby, fidgeting on his phone, probably texting someone.

I was about to approach him, when he abruptly puts his hoodie over his head and start walking away.

I'n guessing he's busy then?

I sigh deeply, turning around to head back to my dorm.

. . .

CutiePatootie💕
Sorry, I only saw this now. I was busy yesterday.

Apparently so busy it took him around 12 hours to reply. I guess he didn't see my text when he texted someone else and managed to listen to music with it.

I shouldn't be salty though. At least I ended up saving up the money. But he didn't need to lie.

Okay, maybe he's not lying. Maybe he really was in a rush and forgot about the text.

Why the heck am I even overthinking this?

"You okay?" Jiwon pats my shoulder in concern. I quickly response with a nod and a reassuring smile.

Did I seem depressed for her to have asked that?

I enter the locker room, finding another milk box on top of my locker.

"Whose is this?" I ask the girls around me, popping their heads toward the milk in my hand. They all shrug their shoulders.

I ignore it and was about to step out of the room, when Jimin happened to walk past. His name was on the tip of my tongue, but he insert earphones in his ears and shove his hands deep in his pocket. He glances inside the room as if he was searching for something before switching his sight on me, locking eye contact for less than a second before he breaks it and walks off.

Ouch. Not even a smile. Is he avoiding me?

Usually, he's the first to approach me, annoy me. But now, I seem to be the one chasing him, and it looks pathetic of me doing so.

I watch his back go further away, waiting for a few more seconds so he could get further so I won't have to bump into him before heading out myself.

. . .

"Is everything alright?" Hyeji approaches, patting my back as I read a novel.

"Hmm? Of course," I don't even know whether I'm lying or not.

"What's up? I know how much you dislike reading unless you want something off your mind." She states a fact.

The perks of them knowing you too much.

"It's nothing."

"You think I haven't noticed?" She scoffs, and I look at her questioningly.

"This is about Jimin right? You two haven't been talking much lately, and I know this because you've been sticking to me a lot."

I sigh in frustration, closing the book. "I don't know, he seems to be avoiding me."

"You seem to be greatly affected."

"Won't you feel hurt when a friend ignores you for unknown reasons?"

"Are you sure he's just a friend? Mia, you can't lie to me, you're such a bad liar." She settles herself in front of me in my bed.

"Ok, maybe, I don't know, I'm not sure, I-" I hide under my blankets. "Maybe I do like him," I muffle in my pillow.

Hyeji loses her shit as she squeals and starts hitting me in excitement.

"OUCHH! Calm down, woman!" I yell, slapping her hands.

"I knew it! I knew it allll along!" She continues teasing me.

"Aish, shut up. Nothing's going to happen anyway. My focus should be on our debut right now, I don't care about these temporarily feelings okay? He's an idol, who wouldn't like him?" I ensure my feelings and set my priorities.

"Temporary feelings huh? We'll see about that."

. . .