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Confused | Yoongi/Jimin
Warning: Swearing.
Word count: 2,287
Summary: Yoongi’s heart was beating twice than normal, this never happen to him. And he was sure that he will never feel like this. WAS.
Yoongi doesn’t like the feeling of being confused. He doesn’t like looking at something and don’t know what to think about. And he really really does NOT like looking into someone’s eyes and not knowing what those stares are telling him.
But it seems that God likes seeing Yoongi infuriated because one day, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Yoongi isn’t really the friendly type, he depends on the people he was close with and has trouble opening up with stranger and newer people. So when he looked behind him and saw this other guy trying his best to hide his smile, Yoongi was confused but he shrugged it off.
Minutes later, Yoongi was standing in the back of the classroom, beside his chair, waiting for the teacher to let them sit. But then, he felt a tap on his right shoulder. Already knowing the trick behind that tap, Yoongi snapped his head to his left and he saw that same guy from the line formation. He groaned and sat down without his teacher’s orders.
Hours passed by and Yoongi is confused; really confused. He tried catching the guy’s eyes but it wasn’t until the last class that he succeeded. They stared at each other for minutes; Yoongi glaring at the other’s soft eyes. The teacher cleared his throat, asking for the half-asleep students’ attention. The guy straightened his back and winked at Yoongi. Yoongi, bewildered than ever, has his mouth open in shock until he was already in bed that night; still thinking about that goddamn wink.
Days passed by and they were asked by their teacher to try and do at least 1 page on your project. So here they are now, chairs scattered inside the small classroom with bulks of papers and colored markers and pens flooding the floors. He sits beside his partner, their pretty and sassy class president; Kim Seokjin. Seokjin was too busy decorating their title page with pink flowers and violet vines to try and ask Yoongi for help.
Yoongi turned to his seatmate, the narcissist Casanova; Lee Donghae. Donghae was too bubbly for Yoongi’s liking but he can work with that. Yoongi needs a walking sunshine to make his life more bearable. He was surprised to see that irritating guy sitting beside Donghae.
Jimin.
Yoongi grimaced but disguised it as an itch on his nose.
Jimin was their classmate who just came back from the States, something about family problems and such. He missed 3 months of school and Yoongi would kill to be in his position that time. If he was Jimin, he would never come back to this school.
Yoongi was brought back to reality when he felt a slight pressure on his bicep. He stared at the finger tracing the embroidery on his jacket. He looked up to the owner of the finger and saw Jimin’s face plastered with a sly smirk. Yoongi cleared his throat and Jimin’s smirk grew but he took his finger away.
Yoongi is going mad.
Yoongi got lazy one day and decided to ditch class and just spend the entire day sleeping, not that his parents cared. Yoongi regretted it immediately when one day in class, one of their teachers was discussing something about their project and asked them if the tasks were already divided between the group members. He asked Seokjin and Donghae what their teacher was talking about but the two just shrugged. Yoongi’s eyes looked at Jimin, who was sitting a few seats in front of him, looking at him. Yoongi raised his brow at him and the guy mouthed something.
“What?” Yoongi mouthed back.
“You’re mine.” Jimin whispered.
“Whaaat?” Yoongi’s eyes widened. What the fuck.
Jimin grinned sheepishly and rephrased his sentence, “I meant, you’re my groupmate.” Oh. Yoongi nodded at him and looked away but not quick enough so he was able to see that shit-eating grin Jimin has on his face. That little fuck.
Yoongi likes music and arts and he would do anything to prove his devotion to the two. He sometimes stay up a little too late at night just to search for new music or editing pictures in Photoshop. It was already 1 in the morning. Yoongi felt his phone vibrate on his side. Yoongi peeked at the notification bar. Park Jimin sent you a message. Yoongi rolled his eyes and planned to ignore it but his phone vibrated again. He groaned and picked up his phone.
Jimin: Hiiiiii
Jimin: Helllllllloooooow
Rolling his eyes again, he tapped a reply on his phone. Jimin is typing a message… Yoongi stopped and waited for whatever this shit is typing.
Jimin: ♥
Yoongi has never felt this confused in his entire life. Wait. Why is his heart beating so fast? No. Nuh-uh. He swore that it was the heat that was making his heart pound and his palm sweat.
Yoongi: Uhm. Hi?
Yoongi: What’s with the heart?
Yoongi’s heart was beating twice than normal, this never happen to him. And he was sure that he will never feel like this. WAS.
Jimin: I’m not really sure. Sometimes I just feel like I want to rip my heart out so it’ll stop pumping blood.
Yoongi: Why?
Jimin: Because life is hard.
“I feel you.” Yoongi answered, thinking about that time when Jimin shoot him that stupid wink and also that time when Jimin gave him that shit-eating grin and he can’t help but wish that his heart would stop confusing him; he already has Jimin to do that.
Jimin: ♥
Yoongi: Am I supposed to answer back with a heart?
Jimin: Yes. So that we’re a pear. Get it? Hahahahaha
Yoongi pouts even if the guy can’t see him. He doesn’t get this person. Yoongi doesn’t reply and let Jimin flood his inbox with corny jokes.
Jimin: Hey
Jimin: HEEEEeyeyeyeyey
Yoongi: What?
Jimin: ♥
Yoongi isn’t a pro when it comes to relationships and courting but he knows that when a person sends you 3 heart emoticons in one conversation that is called flirting.
Yoongi: Stop confusing me.
Jimin: What do you mean confusing?
Yoongi: That. Whatever you’re doing. It’s confusing. Stop it.
Jimin: Lol. Define confusing please
Yoongi could almost see that shit-eating grin through Jimin’s reply and No, he didn’t imagine how Jimin’s eyes shrink when he smiles and how high-pitched his giggle sounds like. Nope.
Yoongi: Confusing /n./ Park Jimin
Jimin: And from what dictionary did you get that? How can I be sure that that’s credible?
Yoongi: My dictionary. No more questions.
Jimin: Awww. You dedicated a spot in your dictionary for me? Awawawawawa >3<
Yoongi, literally threw his hands up and shook his head at that reply. No. no. Just, no.
Yoongi: I feel like you have this really thin line between “I’m serious” and “I’m joking.”
Jimin: Why do you say so?
Yoongi: Because you’re confusing.
Jimin: How am I confusing?
Yoongi: You just are. Now, stop.
Jimin: No. Tell me why.
Yoongi stopped replying. He let his annoying classmate flood his Facebook chat with various stickers and keyboard smash phrases, but only for a short while. 5 minutes passed and the whole time his phone was vibrating. Groaning, Yoongi took his phone and was literally surprised to see a red circle with the number 30 beside Jimin’s default picture.
Wow. This kid has too much free time.
Yoongi: If I tell you to stop, will you?
Jimin: Yeeaeaeaah, when?
Yoongi: Now.
Jimin: Okkkaaaay. Byeszs.
Jimin did stop. Yoongi didn’t think it would be that easy and quick. But as easy and quick it took for him to make Jimin stop, it was also quick for him to feel too bored without trying to guess how many times his phone would vibrate in a second. That shit is getting in my nerves.
Days after the annoyingly long Facebook conversation, Jimin finally approached him to ask if he was angry, and to Jimin’s surprise; Yoongi wasn’t. Jimin was easy to talk to, Yoongi realized. He tries to lighten up the mood by throwing in corny jokes at the most random part of their conversation and Yoongi found himself laughing at the jokes.
At one seminar, Jimin was sitting in front of Yoongi. (Yoongi swore he was only leaning at his seat because he wants to sleep not because he wants Jimin to notice him.) Yoongi brought with him a sheet of paper and a small pen; he proceeded to write random lines and sketched random shapes. Jimin turned his head and looked at Yoongi in the eye.
“You look better when you smile.” Jimin suddenly says. Yoongi pulls his head back and away from Jimin and pouts. “I’m not smiling.” Jimin gave him a smile, not his usual cocky smile or his shit-eating grin, but just a genuine smile. “Exactly.” He said and went back to listening to whatever the speaker was announcing.
Few minutes before the seminar ends, Yoongi decided to stop doodling because Jimin was practically bouncing on his seat and results to squiggly lines on his paper and ends up talking to a few other classmates he doesn’t really care much about. Jimin twists himself, so he’s facing Yoongi and the others, in time with Yoongi laughing and his smile was so wide his gums were showing. Yoongi immediately shut his mouth and covered it with his hand. Jimin gave him his smug face and whispered, “I told you so.”
A week before their promenade, Jimin approached him. It wasn’t really a surprise to Yoongi because Jimin literally goes to his seat every day that it almost became a part of his daily schedule to mock Jimin on his weirdness (Jimin blames Taehyung, his seatmate slash best friend).
Usually, Jimin just talks about random things or sometimes just sings lines from songs he doesn’t know the tune of. But today was different, Jimin was fumbling with his words and Yoongi tried his hardest to understand what the heck Jimin was spurting from his mouth because as soon as the words were out of his mouth he immediately eats them again.
“What?” Yoongi asked, not so nicely, but the nicest he could be right now. Jimin breathes in and out a few times before asking, “Do you have a date at the prom?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened, he wants to ask Jimin if he was inviting him but this could be just one of his weirdo topic starter. “No, why?” He answers lamely.
“Because I don’t have one too.” Jimin answers him back, but with more life and emotion behind his voice. Yoongi doesn’t know what to say because he’s not asking him out but he’s kinda suggesting something.
“And what does that have to do with me?” Yoongi tried to communicate with his eyes, asking Jimin to clarify the message beneath his confusing choice of words.
“So…” Then Jimin proceeds to point at Yoongi, then at himself and added in a few random hand gestures and if Yoongi isn’t prideful he would’ve just said a simple “Yeah. Okay.” But because his pride was taller than his and Jimin’s height combined, he just shrugged and looked at Jimin like he was crazy. Why can’t you just ask me properly? He tried to communicate with his eyes again, but no luck. Jimin went back to his seat somewhat satisfied with whatever he was able to accomplish.
Promenade came, Yoongi’s parents had to drag him out of bed and force him to shower. But he doesn’t want to go. (And no, it wasn’t because he accidentally eavesdropped on Jimin and his friends telling him to go but Jimin only shook his head no.) He lazily wore the black suit and blue polo his mom rented. He sat down the sofa and looked at his watch. 04:53pm. Shit. He needs to at least have 2 hours of travel time. Prom starts at 6.
He came 20 minutes after 6 and was greeted by his friends which was not from his class. He spent the entire promenade with them. 6 hours of random chatting and shouting obscenities at each other like they were not in a formal event. He constantly took peeks at Jimin, who was wearing the same shade of blue as him. (And again, no, he did NOT took that as a sign of anything)
1 hour before promenade ends, Yoongi and Jungkook, his best friend since Middle school, ends up seated at the chairs at the back of the venue. Jungkook was ranting about how his crush, Kim Cheonsa, was wearing the same shade of green as him but he can’t ask her for a dance because she was practically glued beside her friends.
Jungkook continued ranting even though the subject of his rants was right in front of them. Yoongi thinks it was because of the dessert that Jungkook tried to finish in under a minute. You should never mix Jungkook with chocolate or any other sweet things if you want to have a coherent conversation with him.
Yoongi nodded uninterested at every word his friend said; both were staring at the huge pit of students dancing under strobe lights and smoke machines and loud blaring music.
Yoongi felt a tap on his left shoulder; instinctively he looked to his right. He was greeted by a full-bloomed pink rose. He traced the rose with his eyes and continued up to the face of the person holding it. Jimin was smiling at him, not his usual cocky grin, not his shit-eating grin, not his genuine smile, but a new smile. A smile that Yoongi knows is the end to every confusing feeling Jimin has managed to stuff inside him in the past month.
“Can I have this dance with you?”
Warning: Swearing.
Word count: 2,287
Summary: Yoongi’s heart was beating twice than normal, this never happen to him. And he was sure that he will never feel like this. WAS.
Yoongi doesn’t like the feeling of being confused. He doesn’t like looking at something and don’t know what to think about. And he really really does NOT like looking into someone’s eyes and not knowing what those stares are telling him.
But it seems that God likes seeing Yoongi infuriated because one day, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Yoongi isn’t really the friendly type, he depends on the people he was close with and has trouble opening up with stranger and newer people. So when he looked behind him and saw this other guy trying his best to hide his smile, Yoongi was confused but he shrugged it off.
Minutes later, Yoongi was standing in the back of the classroom, beside his chair, waiting for the teacher to let them sit. But then, he felt a tap on his right shoulder. Already knowing the trick behind that tap, Yoongi snapped his head to his left and he saw that same guy from the line formation. He groaned and sat down without his teacher’s orders.
Hours passed by and Yoongi is confused; really confused. He tried catching the guy’s eyes but it wasn’t until the last class that he succeeded. They stared at each other for minutes; Yoongi glaring at the other’s soft eyes. The teacher cleared his throat, asking for the half-asleep students’ attention. The guy straightened his back and winked at Yoongi. Yoongi, bewildered than ever, has his mouth open in shock until he was already in bed that night; still thinking about that goddamn wink.
Days passed by and they were asked by their teacher to try and do at least 1 page on your project. So here they are now, chairs scattered inside the small classroom with bulks of papers and colored markers and pens flooding the floors. He sits beside his partner, their pretty and sassy class president; Kim Seokjin. Seokjin was too busy decorating their title page with pink flowers and violet vines to try and ask Yoongi for help.
Yoongi turned to his seatmate, the narcissist Casanova; Lee Donghae. Donghae was too bubbly for Yoongi’s liking but he can work with that. Yoongi needs a walking sunshine to make his life more bearable. He was surprised to see that irritating guy sitting beside Donghae.
Jimin.
Yoongi grimaced but disguised it as an itch on his nose.
Jimin was their classmate who just came back from the States, something about family problems and such. He missed 3 months of school and Yoongi would kill to be in his position that time. If he was Jimin, he would never come back to this school.
Yoongi was brought back to reality when he felt a slight pressure on his bicep. He stared at the finger tracing the embroidery on his jacket. He looked up to the owner of the finger and saw Jimin’s face plastered with a sly smirk. Yoongi cleared his throat and Jimin’s smirk grew but he took his finger away.
Yoongi is going mad.
Yoongi got lazy one day and decided to ditch class and just spend the entire day sleeping, not that his parents cared. Yoongi regretted it immediately when one day in class, one of their teachers was discussing something about their project and asked them if the tasks were already divided between the group members. He asked Seokjin and Donghae what their teacher was talking about but the two just shrugged. Yoongi’s eyes looked at Jimin, who was sitting a few seats in front of him, looking at him. Yoongi raised his brow at him and the guy mouthed something.
“What?” Yoongi mouthed back.
“You’re mine.” Jimin whispered.
“Whaaat?” Yoongi’s eyes widened. What the fuck.
Jimin grinned sheepishly and rephrased his sentence, “I meant, you’re my groupmate.” Oh. Yoongi nodded at him and looked away but not quick enough so he was able to see that shit-eating grin Jimin has on his face. That little fuck.
Yoongi likes music and arts and he would do anything to prove his devotion to the two. He sometimes stay up a little too late at night just to search for new music or editing pictures in Photoshop. It was already 1 in the morning. Yoongi felt his phone vibrate on his side. Yoongi peeked at the notification bar. Park Jimin sent you a message. Yoongi rolled his eyes and planned to ignore it but his phone vibrated again. He groaned and picked up his phone.
Jimin: Hiiiiii
Jimin: Helllllllloooooow
Rolling his eyes again, he tapped a reply on his phone. Jimin is typing a message… Yoongi stopped and waited for whatever this shit is typing.
Jimin: ♥
Yoongi has never felt this confused in his entire life. Wait. Why is his heart beating so fast? No. Nuh-uh. He swore that it was the heat that was making his heart pound and his palm sweat.
Yoongi: Uhm. Hi?
Yoongi: What’s with the heart?
Yoongi’s heart was beating twice than normal, this never happen to him. And he was sure that he will never feel like this. WAS.
Jimin: I’m not really sure. Sometimes I just feel like I want to rip my heart out so it’ll stop pumping blood.
Yoongi: Why?
Jimin: Because life is hard.
“I feel you.” Yoongi answered, thinking about that time when Jimin shoot him that stupid wink and also that time when Jimin gave him that shit-eating grin and he can’t help but wish that his heart would stop confusing him; he already has Jimin to do that.
Jimin: ♥
Yoongi: Am I supposed to answer back with a heart?
Jimin: Yes. So that we’re a pear. Get it? Hahahahaha
Yoongi pouts even if the guy can’t see him. He doesn’t get this person. Yoongi doesn’t reply and let Jimin flood his inbox with corny jokes.
Jimin: Hey
Jimin: HEEEEeyeyeyeyey
Yoongi: What?
Jimin: ♥
Yoongi isn’t a pro when it comes to relationships and courting but he knows that when a person sends you 3 heart emoticons in one conversation that is called flirting.
Yoongi: Stop confusing me.
Jimin: What do you mean confusing?
Yoongi: That. Whatever you’re doing. It’s confusing. Stop it.
Jimin: Lol. Define confusing please
Yoongi could almost see that shit-eating grin through Jimin’s reply and No, he didn’t imagine how Jimin’s eyes shrink when he smiles and how high-pitched his giggle sounds like. Nope.
Yoongi: Confusing /n./ Park Jimin
Jimin: And from what dictionary did you get that? How can I be sure that that’s credible?
Yoongi: My dictionary. No more questions.
Jimin: Awww. You dedicated a spot in your dictionary for me? Awawawawawa >3<
Yoongi, literally threw his hands up and shook his head at that reply. No. no. Just, no.
Yoongi: I feel like you have this really thin line between “I’m serious” and “I’m joking.”
Jimin: Why do you say so?
Yoongi: Because you’re confusing.
Jimin: How am I confusing?
Yoongi: You just are. Now, stop.
Jimin: No. Tell me why.
Yoongi stopped replying. He let his annoying classmate flood his Facebook chat with various stickers and keyboard smash phrases, but only for a short while. 5 minutes passed and the whole time his phone was vibrating. Groaning, Yoongi took his phone and was literally surprised to see a red circle with the number 30 beside Jimin’s default picture.
Wow. This kid has too much free time.
Yoongi: If I tell you to stop, will you?
Jimin: Yeeaeaeaah, when?
Yoongi: Now.
Jimin: Okkkaaaay. Byeszs.
Jimin did stop. Yoongi didn’t think it would be that easy and quick. But as easy and quick it took for him to make Jimin stop, it was also quick for him to feel too bored without trying to guess how many times his phone would vibrate in a second. That shit is getting in my nerves.
Days after the annoyingly long Facebook conversation, Jimin finally approached him to ask if he was angry, and to Jimin’s surprise; Yoongi wasn’t. Jimin was easy to talk to, Yoongi realized. He tries to lighten up the mood by throwing in corny jokes at the most random part of their conversation and Yoongi found himself laughing at the jokes.
At one seminar, Jimin was sitting in front of Yoongi. (Yoongi swore he was only leaning at his seat because he wants to sleep not because he wants Jimin to notice him.) Yoongi brought with him a sheet of paper and a small pen; he proceeded to write random lines and sketched random shapes. Jimin turned his head and looked at Yoongi in the eye.
“You look better when you smile.” Jimin suddenly says. Yoongi pulls his head back and away from Jimin and pouts. “I’m not smiling.” Jimin gave him a smile, not his usual cocky smile or his shit-eating grin, but just a genuine smile. “Exactly.” He said and went back to listening to whatever the speaker was announcing.
Few minutes before the seminar ends, Yoongi decided to stop doodling because Jimin was practically bouncing on his seat and results to squiggly lines on his paper and ends up talking to a few other classmates he doesn’t really care much about. Jimin twists himself, so he’s facing Yoongi and the others, in time with Yoongi laughing and his smile was so wide his gums were showing. Yoongi immediately shut his mouth and covered it with his hand. Jimin gave him his smug face and whispered, “I told you so.”
A week before their promenade, Jimin approached him. It wasn’t really a surprise to Yoongi because Jimin literally goes to his seat every day that it almost became a part of his daily schedule to mock Jimin on his weirdness (Jimin blames Taehyung, his seatmate slash best friend).
Usually, Jimin just talks about random things or sometimes just sings lines from songs he doesn’t know the tune of. But today was different, Jimin was fumbling with his words and Yoongi tried his hardest to understand what the heck Jimin was spurting from his mouth because as soon as the words were out of his mouth he immediately eats them again.
“What?” Yoongi asked, not so nicely, but the nicest he could be right now. Jimin breathes in and out a few times before asking, “Do you have a date at the prom?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened, he wants to ask Jimin if he was inviting him but this could be just one of his weirdo topic starter. “No, why?” He answers lamely.
“Because I don’t have one too.” Jimin answers him back, but with more life and emotion behind his voice. Yoongi doesn’t know what to say because he’s not asking him out but he’s kinda suggesting something.
“And what does that have to do with me?” Yoongi tried to communicate with his eyes, asking Jimin to clarify the message beneath his confusing choice of words.
“So…” Then Jimin proceeds to point at Yoongi, then at himself and added in a few random hand gestures and if Yoongi isn’t prideful he would’ve just said a simple “Yeah. Okay.” But because his pride was taller than his and Jimin’s height combined, he just shrugged and looked at Jimin like he was crazy. Why can’t you just ask me properly? He tried to communicate with his eyes again, but no luck. Jimin went back to his seat somewhat satisfied with whatever he was able to accomplish.
Promenade came, Yoongi’s parents had to drag him out of bed and force him to shower. But he doesn’t want to go. (And no, it wasn’t because he accidentally eavesdropped on Jimin and his friends telling him to go but Jimin only shook his head no.) He lazily wore the black suit and blue polo his mom rented. He sat down the sofa and looked at his watch. 04:53pm. Shit. He needs to at least have 2 hours of travel time. Prom starts at 6.
He came 20 minutes after 6 and was greeted by his friends which was not from his class. He spent the entire promenade with them. 6 hours of random chatting and shouting obscenities at each other like they were not in a formal event. He constantly took peeks at Jimin, who was wearing the same shade of blue as him. (And again, no, he did NOT took that as a sign of anything)
1 hour before promenade ends, Yoongi and Jungkook, his best friend since Middle school, ends up seated at the chairs at the back of the venue. Jungkook was ranting about how his crush, Kim Cheonsa, was wearing the same shade of green as him but he can’t ask her for a dance because she was practically glued beside her friends.
Jungkook continued ranting even though the subject of his rants was right in front of them. Yoongi thinks it was because of the dessert that Jungkook tried to finish in under a minute. You should never mix Jungkook with chocolate or any other sweet things if you want to have a coherent conversation with him.
Yoongi nodded uninterested at every word his friend said; both were staring at the huge pit of students dancing under strobe lights and smoke machines and loud blaring music.
Yoongi felt a tap on his left shoulder; instinctively he looked to his right. He was greeted by a full-bloomed pink rose. He traced the rose with his eyes and continued up to the face of the person holding it. Jimin was smiling at him, not his usual cocky grin, not his shit-eating grin, not his genuine smile, but a new smile. A smile that Yoongi knows is the end to every confusing feeling Jimin has managed to stuff inside him in the past month.
“Can I have this dance with you?”