jimin
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Jimin. Park Jimin. The heartthrob of the whole campus. He had everyone wrapped around his finger with his charms and good looks. You had claimed to be completely immune to it, had sworn to never spare him a second glance, to never pay the attention to him he was seeking for, to never fall in love with him. But like with many things in life, some things are inevitable.
Jimin was very popular to say the least. Despite that popularity he began talking to you after you had to work on a discussion together during one of your shared classes. You thought it was very odd but you didn't think too much in to it in the beginning. He was just being his charming self, trying to make everyone weak for him. It seemed to be some kind of kink of him almost.
You always wondered why it was that he was trying so hard to be liked by everyone. When he saw you in the hallways he always gave a small nod, acknowledging your presence. The little attention he was giving you sadly was enough to make your heart beat faster. You hated how easy it was for him to hold power over people, even you. It made you incredibly mad but yet you couldn't help your feelings. There was something that drew you in. Maybe it was the small smile he once gave you when you flipped off a guy or maybe it was that one time when you found him in the backyard of your campus, sitting on the stairs and listening to music as he looked up to the sky. You stood in the doorway completely frozen as you watched him.
It was so uncommon to see him sitting there quietly away from all the commotion when you knew that he loved being the center of attention always. You didn't want to disturb him, so you left thinking about him for the rest of the day. Park Jimin was someone you couldn't stand to see but yet he was the apple of your eye.
It was again one of those late nights for you in your library. It was past midnight already. You usually never stayed past midnight but today you hadn't been able to get much studying done due to some assignments that you had worked on earlier, so you decided to put in a few extra hours before you headed home. By now you were the only one left in the library.
Sunken into deep thought as you looked over some test questions, you were completely absorbed in your studies. When suddenly the heavy door to the library opened, you flinched in surprise. You were seated right where you had a good view of the door, in case the security guard came to lock the doors, thinking the library was empty. But the person entering the library was not a security guard. It was Park Jimin.
"Oh" he said, standing still when his eyes fell on you, "Hey y/n."
You were surprised that he knew your name.
"Hey" you mumbled, trying to figure out why he was here. He seemed to be a little uncomfortable as he played with the strap of his backpack.
Apparently he hadn't expected to meet anyone here at this hour. Slowly approaching your table, he sat down opposite to you.
"Are you still studying?" he wondered as he began to unpack his things.
"Hmhm" you hummed in response, watching him closely. You were so confused about this bizarre situation that you had lost train of thought and were just blankly staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" you suddenly bluntly asked. Eyes widening a little, you realized how rude that must have sounded. Jimin only chuckled though, which made you relax a little.
"Why? Surprised to see me here?" he asked back and you had to withhold yourself from nodding your head in agreement.
"I need to cram for an exam, but I keep getting distracted at home" he explained.
