{Park Jimin}
A freshman girl named Hope Woon just starts a new school in Seoul.
On the first day she meets trouble, a playboy named Park Jimin. They have very different personalities and fight a lot.
But they need to work together.
{started} - sep...
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Jimin opens the door for me since my two hands were sticky from the melting lemon ice cream.
I quickly rush to the kitchen after somehow getting off my shoes next to the carpet and open the sink.
I wash my hands and then I turn to Jimin. He's just plainly staring at me.
Me: "Can you get me the shirt?" I raise my brows and notice him kind of checking me out. I secretly gulp.
Jimin runs to his room, and after a while, comes back with an oversized white tee that has a daisy on it.
Me: "What a cute shirt, thank you Jiminie~" I brush his fingers while getting the tee out of his hands.
Me: "I'll go get changed." I touch the standing guy's shoulder with my own shoulder while passing him near the stairs, getting up to the bathroom.
Hmm feeling a bit more comfortable with him, that's fun.
I go to his bathroom since that's the only one that I know. I take off my school's uniform shirt and put on Jimin's daisy one. And the tee ends on a perfect oversized level, just under my upper thighs, still showing my skirt.
I start rinsing the stain when I hear a voice outside the bathroom door.
Jimin: "Don't worry washing it, I'll clean it and give it to you tomorrow morning. Just leave it on the counter."
I freeze. He went all the way from the kitchen to the bedroom to tell me this? Wait can you see the inside of the bathroom from the lock's hole?
Wait a damn minute-
Me: "OH NO that's okay." My cheeks get red of a POTENTIAL chance of Jimin WATCHING ME WHILE GETTING CHANGED!
That's how he understood that I was rinsing my uniform shirt. Oh my Gosh.
Jimin: "It was still my fault. So I need to repay you." I slowly open the door and look for the guy with my foxy eyes.
And Jimin is just on his bed with the phone, acting like nothing happened.
Me: "Were you..." I point to him, then to the bathroom door hole then to him again.
Jimin looks at me confused.
Me: " Where you watching m-"
Jimin: "OH MY, NO OF COURSE NOT! YOURE DEFINITELY NOT MY TYPE!"
I go mute and silently stand next to the bed. I guess he didn't.
