!COMPLETED!
❝𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑.❞
𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀.
That's her name.
Peculiar but beautiful.
She said she liked my name too.
𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍
Common but special like the person who owns it.
Why did my heart skip an inad...
"My name is Kim Aroma." My heart was getting ready to jump out of my chest any moment.
"That's a strange name." He tilted his head ever so slightly, a faint smirk masking on his features.
"Don't know if I should take that as a compliment or...?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"It's peculiar but beautiful." He intercepted. A blush crept up to my cheeks. Shivers coursed through my body as his gaze pierced my soul inside out.
"I-I should go, got some reading to do." I tried to conceal my nervousness with a small laugh and began to walk away.
"I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."
I know.
I looked back at him over my shoulder.
"It's a common name", I said.
He shrugged.
"But special like the person who owns it."
I stared at his eyes for a moment longer, savoring their beauty and depth before clearing my throat, "Your friends are probably waiting for you, bye." I smiled one last time and strode back to my table, not daring to meet his eyes again.
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December 20' 2019
I saw her today, Aroma.
In the tennis court.
Maybe I mistook her as a cliche book nerd, not that its a bad thing but that girl is athletic.....and hot.
Shut up Jimin!
～⋅⊱༄♡༄⊰⋅～
The match ended. With sweat trickling down the sides of my face and neck, I walked over to the bench and sat down beside him, leaving some space between us.
"Taking pills I see." I drank water from my water bottle while eyeing him through my peripheral vision as he wiped his face.
"You need caffeine to read a book, I need pills to play a good game. Your dad probably told you that." He said while tying his shoelaces.
I trailed my eyes down his figure. He was wearing a tank top giving me a full view of his biceps and toned body. His hair was slightly wet and slicked back showing off his forehead, though some unruly strands shadowed over his eyes. I gulped hard, still gaping at him.
"Can you be a little less obvious?" He leaned back on his chair, trying to suppress a smirk.
I turned my face away and internally slapped myself.
"You are good though."
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"At tennis." He implied.
"Thanks." He nodded his head in acknowledgement.
An idea popped inside my head and I turned to him, "how about a match? You and me?"
