𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 {Editing} || 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 || 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

Chapter 10: Prom

He laughs, his head rolling back and you find yourself smiling at his action.

"It's not funny," you mutter and Jimin bumps his shoulder against yours.

"Then why are you smiling?" He wiggles his eyebrows, giggling right after.

"So," he trails off, "Since prom is coming and all-"

"Wait what?"

Jimin gives you an 'are you crazy' look as you stare at him in utter shock, "I didn't know prom was happening."

"Well, it is. We were given notice like two weeks ago. You were sitting next to me when it was announced," he clarifies.

"Well, why don't I remember it?"

"Maybe 'cause you were in one of your daydreaming phases when it announced," he retorts, earning a light smack on the arm from you.

"So as I was saying," he continues, "If you don't have a date, I was hoping... maybe you would go with-"

"Y/N!"

Your head snaps towards the door, where the voice came from only to see Taehyung standing there with a bright smile on his face.

Jimin cursed the orange-head in his mind for interrupting as he walked closer. Other students began filing into the room as well since the bell had just gone.

What was going on?

. . .

As lunch time arrived, you stand up from your seat, stretching as you walk towards your locker to grab your books needed for the next class.

As you open it, the colour red fills your vision, your eyes trained on the bouquet of roses that rested there.

Fingers grasping the paper wrapped stems, you pull it out.

"Hey," at Taehyung's voice, your eyes shift up to him as his travel down to the bouquet in your hands.

"I was wondering," he scratches the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly as he continues, "What are your plans for prom?"

You spare him a glance, pulling out your books while keeping the bouquet in your hands, "Not much, just going with Tzuyu. Why?"

"O-Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if you didn't have anyone to go with, you'd maybe consider going with me?" He eyes you, waiting for your response.

"Oh, uhm, I can't exactly bail on Tzuyu, she'll murder me," you laugh nervously, shutting your locker as you turn to face him, "But you can come with us. She wouldn't mind that."

He doesn't say anything for a moment or two causing you to wonder if maybe you said something wrong. But, as he smiles, your worries wash away, "Sure thing! Just text me when and where I'll be picking you guys up from."

He walks away after flashing you his box-shaped smile. Jimin watched from afar, the bouquet of roses he left in your locker, resting in your hands.

Taehyung walked past, flashing Jimin a smirk, "Thanks for the roses, Park. She agreed to my promposal."

Rage took over Jimin, his fists clenching into balls as he burned holes in the back of the ginger's head.

He had put that bouquet there in hope's to ask you to prom, but Taehyung had beat him to it.

I'm always one step ahead of you, his words resonated in Jimin's thoughts as he thought of what to do next.

He grabbed Hyerim's forearm who happened to be walking past, kneeling down in front of her.

You watched in horror as the scene unfolded before you.

"Will you go to prom with me?" Jimin asked and Hyerim almost squealed as she hugged Jimin, other students who had watched clapping their hands at the successful promposal.

You fight back the urge to run away as you walk past the couple, completely ignoring their existence.

Jimin felt guilty, once again, but he had no choice.

He had to do this,

For you.

. . .

Edited

A/N: This was a bit rushed and it's quite short, so I apologize for the crappy edit in advance. Hope it was good enough! Until next time!

- Nabi