Dang, 15 parts already. Okie dokie then. Got here quick xD
Deadass why does youtube keep playing ads of itself
I'm literally on a youtube video. Seeing an ad for youtube does literally fuckin nothing for me lmfao
I wanna see more of the booky-ass Korean ads I've been getting lately xD
ALSO
IF YOU DON'T AGREE THAT HOBI IS KING OF BIG DICK ENERGY THEN YOU ARE WRONG
Chapter Fifteen: Normalising
I didn't really know what to think of Oppa's sudden outburst. It was on my mind all night, even as we ate- together, for the first time in what felt like forever. I swept my hair out of my eyes, then slumped on my desk, sliding my phone across the surface to be by my face and calling Yun-ji.
"Ju-eun! Good timing, I was just about to call you." I sighed out in relief at her voice. "What's up? You never call me first."
"Well..." I mumbled, listening carefully for if Seokjin was nearby, "I kinda... something happened."
"What?" I bit my lip as she fell silent to let me talk. She grunted in annoyance. "Ya, I did not answer the phone to sit and listen to you breathe."
I giggled a bit. "It's... Jin-oppa." I could hear her sharp intake of breath. "I... found out why he's been avoiding me..."
I could scarcely believe it myself, even though his words from before were running repeatedly through my brain. "Oh? What happened? Why's he been a giant suckass? This better be good, you've been miserable."
I gnawed on my lip again. "He..." I wasn't sure I could say the words. It didn't feel real. "Yun-ji, I think... he likes me, too."
"WHAT." I flinched at the shriek. "Omo. I need details!"
I filled her in on what had happened just hours ago. It was embarrassing to recount, and I was unsure of myself, picking at the trim of my desk. "I think... he got jealous. Because me and Jungkook-ah got on really well." Was it okay to draw that conclusion? I couldn't see any other way to interpret those words that were burned into my memory. "And now... we're awkward still, but in a different way. We ate dinner together, and he kept staring at me..."
"Oof. Why's your life so dramatic recently?" She mused, giggling. "Well, this is good, isn't it? Reciprocated feelings! You two can date now!"
I choked. Date?! I hadn't even thought about that. In fact, I hadn't really thought about the implications of mutual feelings at all. All I knew was that I wanted to be near him. "I... don't know..."
"Do you not want to?" I jumped,
"Of course I want to! I want to do all the things that couples do, dating, holding hands, k...kissing..." I realised how loud my voice had gotten in my surprised, and lowered it purposefully. "I just... I don't know if... he wants to..."
"He literally just said he wants to kiss you, you blockhead." My best friend said bluntly, sounding irritated. "Really, you can't figure out anything but volleyball, can you?"
I winced. She wasn't wrong. "I can't help it... it just... I keep expecting to find out it's a joke."
She sighed. "Have more confidence. You heard it with your own ears."
I exhaled sullenly through my nose. "You're right."
We talked a little longer about this and that, her having finished classes today as well. She was complaining about her grades in Japanese when I heard a sound on the other end. "Ah. My Mum's at the door."
I yawned. "It is getting pretty late. I should probably go anyway."
"Alright. Just... talk to him, okay?" I didn't answer, and she huffed a short laugh. "Talk to you later."
"Bye." I dropped my phone onto my desk, and my head soon followed. I rolled it around a bit, then emitted a high pitched squeak, a grin forming on my lips.
Was it really okay to revel in how fortunate I felt? To nurse this happiness?
I left my room to go to the bathroom and ready myself for bed, and practically crashed into Jin, who'd been about to knock on my door. He steadied me, staring at me with wide eyes. I grinned, wide.
"Wah, creepy. What's with you?" He asked, jokingly, and didn't seem able to help the smile of his own that upturned his mouth. His hands still gripped my upper arms. He laughed a little bit, "Say something!"
"Oppa, I like you." I blurted out, still smiling, deciding that I wanted to be honest. "A lot."
"Aah..." he gave me a wry look, and a half smile. "I'm going to have a heart attack if you suddenly get so blunt."
He made no effort to stop me as I wriggled myself into his arms, all but trembling with happiness. I was glad I could say it freely, now. His arms squeezed me tightly, and I smiled, emitting some kind of inhuman noise from the back of my throat. He laughed. "You're so weird. Why do I like you?"
I leaned back, beaming. "Because I'm adorable." I said, poking myself in both cheeks. He sighed.
"That you are." Ruffling my hair, he smiled warmly, "Were you now going to go to bed? Or do you want to watch a movie with me first?"
"The movie!" I exclaimed, wide eyed, then stuttered, embarrassed at how quickly and sincerely I'd responded. "I... would like to watch a movie."
He cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, but laughed, too. "Yahh, this dongsaeng is so head over heels for me."
I hit him in the ribs as we walked downstairs, "Shut up..."
Flicking on the TV, he flopped down into the sofa, getting comfortable. I hovered, finding myself lost. Ordinarily, I'd sit on the other sofa, but this wasn't ordinary, was it? And.. I wanted to sit next to him. My heart was in my throat. Would that be too much? I wasn't really sure what I was doing with this.
He seemed to notice my distress. His eyes wrinkled up cutely as he smiled, somewhat amused by my discomfort. "What are you doing? Come sit here." He patted the spot beside him. I stared at him a little while, then perched down carefully, stiff as a board. He sighed. "Do I smell bad? We were more tactile than this even before!"
He beckoned with his fingers, and I scooched closer. Once within reach, his arm came down around my shoulders. He sighed quietly, seeming happy. "Better."
I remained stiff as he pulled me into him. Hadn't he been so conflicted before? Why was he suddenly being so forward? It was giving me whiplash. I stared at him. His face was so close to mine. He seemed to notice pretty quickly. "What?"
My brow furrowed. "Well..." I fidgeted, tentatively wrapping my fingers into his shirt. His eyes flicked down to look, then back up. "Is...this okay?"
He quirked his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" His voice was soft.
I pressed my face into his shoulder. "Cuddling up... being... like this. Isn't it..." I pursed my lips. The material of his shirt was soft against them. "Is it okay to be... like a couple?"
He chuckled, and lifted my head. "You're so cute, you know that?" I pouted at him.
"Hey! Take me seriously, that was so embarrassing to say..." I muttered, squirming. He smiled, pushing my head back into his shoulder and stroking my hair.
"Ahh... I know. And yes. It is okay." I felt him kiss the top of my head. His lips lingered. Was he smelling my hair? "Don't you want to?"
"I-I do!" Hastily, I shuffled to curl up more comfortably against him, flattening my hand where it still lay on his chest. He stretched his legs out straight in front of us, settling further into the sofa.
He exhaled, seeming content, thumb rubbing my upper arm as his other hand settled on top of mine on his chest. "Good."
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Short& sweet bc since starting this book I have been DYING to write some fluff. God damn. Life fulfilled.
How do I find a group of seven literal grown ass men so damn cute? I watched the GCF in Saika and spent the whole fuckin time going OMG SO CUTE
My bias is so precious hnnnn
STAN KIM SEOKJIN (&leave a comment ty xoxoxo)