Mooni
The thing was, Mooni didn't just like Jungkook. She'd fallen for him years ago, but she wasn't quite ready to admit that. At this point, her half-assed confession was already almost more than she could handle. She was more than sure, but she didn't know how to tell him while simultaneously sounding sincere. There were so many things she wasn't able to tell him; when he was around, she lost motor function. Every time her mind wandered, it wandered straight to him. Every time he was near her, she wasn't able to sit still, and was barely able to conceal her goosebumps. In fact, she was acutely aware of the raised arrector pili that coated her skin.
"For as long as I can remember," she admitted confidently. When she first met Jungkook, Taehyung was still in high school, living with her and their parents. It didn't take long before she began to admire him, and find his jokes funny, even if they were lame. Since the very day they'd bee introduced, she always looked forward to seeing him, and to hear him teasing her about stupid shit. Now that they were both grown up, she could only hope for more. Now, she was allowed to hope for more.
Then came the sigh, and the heavy realization that her brother still existed. She loved her brother, he always protected her and made sure she was taken care for, but fuck he could be so overbearing. And now she was an adult, he didn't get to decide what she did with her life, or who she decided to spend it with. It was important to her that Jungkook knew that, that as much as he thought he controlled, he honestly had no say. Still, they'd only established they had feelings for each other. Why not figure that out before they told anybody else?
Jimin
"I noticed," Jimin admitted absent-minded. Immediately, his face grew red at his own words before he shook them off. He was not the type to get embarrassed, and he certainly wouldn't start now, "Of course you can borrow whatever you like, if there's anything that's even clean." That's what he was still worried about; whether or not his apartment was even tidy enough for anybody to visit. Of course, she'd already been there, but so, so, rapidly. Surely, she hadn't noticed the piles of dishes in his sink, the empty beer bottles scattered around his living room, or the mountains of laundry in his room. Honestly, if he had a spare shirt, he was lucky.
"I have to be honest with you," he started, not wanting this re-ignition of their friendship start off on the wrong foot. He needed to set a boundary, and actually follow it, "I'm not taking you back to my apartment to sleep with you. Not that I haven't though about," slapping his forehead, he turned away momentarily to gather his thoughts. Perhaps the alcohol did have a pretty significant factor right now. "I really just want to to talk. I think anything else would complicate things."
This sent Jimin into wondering what would have happened to their friendship if she never left? Would they have remained friends like they did for so many years? Completely platonic, supporting each other's lives and relationships. Would it have eventually evolved into more, as he already sensed would happen now? The closeness between them had already surpassed friendship, and if Jimin were to be eerily honest with himself, he hoped he didn't have that spare shirt to give her. Sleeping with Mina would be great, but it would be even better if he knew she had feelings for him.
November 23rd, 2019 at 04:07am