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sandysmoved · 3 years

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(Happy Valentine’s Day gay ppl Beffica is sad and I for one think if she fell in love with my OC maybe she wouldn’t be so sad LETS GO LESBIANS)

“Isn’t it SO sad that I call you Bestie?”

Saffi glared at her journal like a mean eye would make the words write themselves, chewing on the end of her pencil harshly. Then, she thought about how long it had been since she’d had more than sauce and foraged plants to eat, and hastily switched to nibbling on her candy necklace, lest she end up developing a taste for wood.

“Haha, I, like, barely know you.”

Behind her, Sprout continued to chant his muffled little babbling, running in circles on the cot like a cat getting ready to settle down. It would be adorable (oh hell, it WAS adorable), if it wasn’t just another distraction bouncing around in her head.

The notes. The maps. The tracks. A missing explorer, and her not-so-missing girlfriend. That thing standing on the cliffs, watching from the treeline. What did it all mean?

“And if I DID get to know you, you’d probably hate me for it.”

Okay Saffi. Deep breaths. You’re smart. You’re good at mysteries. Misplaced mascots aside. Keep it together.

Her pencil refused to cooperate though, continuing to idly shade strands of a violet ponytail in a graphite monochrome.

“Oh well, enjoy it while it lasts, Beffy.”

“UGH.”

Saffi slammed her head on the desk, the pounding in her brain drowning out the concerned chattering of the captive Strabby skittering around the floor.

“This sucks. This sucks so big.”

She wasn’t gonna get any work done like this. She could barely even sit still, her foot tapping out an idle tune (get up everybody, come on and do the wiggle with meee) as she slammed her journal shut. Saffi hummed around her pencil (god, she really WAS going to acquire a taste for it at this point) as she leaned back in her chair and pulled her hair back up into her scrunchie. It wasn’t too terribly late, only a half hour or so after sunset maybe. Surely someone in town would have a request, or maybe she could try hunting down that annoying Noodler for Floofty again. Nothing burned off manic energy like actually getting set on fire accidentally.

“Isn’t it SO sad that I call you Bestie?”

...no. That could wait. Saffi had something more important to do right now, and she had an idea how she was going to do it. She spun in her chair, kicking open the box under her cot, and slid off onto the floor to dig through its contents, tugging an old, worn album from underneath a tangle of useless stuff.

“Haha, I, like, barely know you.”

Well then. Time to fix that.

~*~

Beffica sighed, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes as she idly traced lines in the dirt with a stick. This sucked. This sucked REALLY BIG, actually. It would probably suck a little smaller if she wasn’t sitting on a cold hard stone threshold, but like hell was she gonna join the others by the fire when Cromdo was over there, being all...loud. And old. And Cromdo. The squeeb. She probably would’ve gone and wandered idly around the huts, maybe looked at Wiggle’s records again, but she wasn’t in the mood to get yelled at if she came back early.

Or she could go up to the airship, but...no. After that...super uncool moment she’d let slip earlier, she wouldn’t be surprised if Saffi wasn’t too interested in hanging out. Hell, she’d rather go back to the stupid cave right now, than-

Grass crunched underfoot, and Beffica glanced up, blinking in surprise at the sunset orange grumpus standing at her door. Saffi glanced down at her, her expression...odd, in the flickering firelight across the way. Her fingers drummed a bit (nervously?) on the surface of the book she was holding, before they stilled, and she took a deep breath, blinking.

Beffica opened her mouth to say...well, she didn’t know, and she didn’t have the chance to know, because Saffi beat her to it.

“I know...I know it’s...scary.”

She paused, like she was trying to remember the meaning of the words her brain had shoved out prematurely, and for once, Beffica didn’t have a response. Instead, she sat up a bit straighter, watching Saffi find the thread to explain. Patience wasn’t exactly a virtue that came naturally to her. Maybe that’s why she had been so bad at her job, in the end. Maybe that’s why she’d been so bad at a lot of things. But for some reason, in this particular instance? She was willing to wait a lifetime to find out what Saffi had to say.

“It’s scary, being known. Letting yourself be known. And that’s okay! It’s okay to be afraid. But…”

Here it comes.

Beffica flinched without meaning too, and she hoped Saffi didn’t see it. She didn’t need to look any more pathetic than she already had earlier.

Did you enjoy it, Beffy? Was it fun while it lasted? Would you do better if you could do it all over again? Not like it matters, you can’t-

“But, if I’m your bestie…and I really, REALLY like being your bestie, for the record...then maybe...I think you should at least know me.”

Beffica froze, staring up at Saffi with eyes so wide she felt like they’d pop out and roll away. What? Pardon, what?

Saffi looked down at the book, cracking it open and tracing some of the dusty contents with her eyes, suddenly very aware of how known she was offering to be.

“If. If you want to,” she murmured, suddenly looking very, very small.

And Beffica still had no words. What could she say? What could she possibly say in response to something like this? She hadn’t rehearsed for this moment (and clearly, neither had Saffi), she’d never had any preparation for this. This wasn’t a tasty morsel of information hiding under someone’s bed, a secret to be uncovered hiding behind a tree in the middle of the night. This was knowledge offered. This was someone being vulnerable, and willingly. This was sharing.

With Beffica, of all grumps.

She didn’t know what to say.

So instead, she scooted over, patting the empty space next to her in the doorway, and Saffi’s doubts visibly melted from her posture like snow from a rooftop. She plopped down unceremoniously, cracking the old album open on her knee, and Beffica didn’t hesitate to lean in close to watch her fingers trace the page to tap an old photo. “See, that’s me when I was a toddler, I spent the summer with my grandparents, and-“

Beffica couldn’t tell what the sound that escaped her throat at the sight was; kinda groan and kinda laugh. “Oh my GRUMP, bestie, no offense, but who in the world let you leave the house with your hair chopped up like that?”

“I know, right? My grandmother, bless her cotton socks but that woman should NOT have been legally allowed with ten yards of kitchen scissors-“

Saffi launched into the story like it was the easiest thing in the world, like she was reading off the latest big scoop, instead of inviting someone she’d only known a few weeks into the treasure chest of her life. Every story was like that, every explanation for why her clothes were so oversized and mismatched, or who gave her that particular stuffed animal. And not once, not once did she try to prod Beffica to contribute her own anecdote, back her into a conversational corner that could only end in an unwanted revelation, or a total shutdown.

It was...nice. Comfortable. Listening to her talk. Getting to know Saffironica Snakattak (“Only my granny calls me that, though. Granny and Floofty. The rest of you should all call me Saffi.”) as more than just the bright-eyed journalist who fell out of the sky and started pulling everyone back together in her orbit.

And if Beffica leaned in a little more with each tale? For a closer look? To hear better? To rest her head against Saffi’s arm as the night grew chilly?

Who had to know?

#bugsnax #beffica winklesnoot #bugsnax buddy #bugsnax journalist #bugsnax beffica #OC #my writing #they’re lesbians Cromdo

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dis-easedfairy · 6 years

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Noxious Pt.2

Chapter 2: Man’s Best Friend

Warnings!: 18+ Swearing/Strong Language | Possessive Jimin

Pairings: Park Jimin x Female Reader | Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Best friend au!, College au!, Eventual Smut, Eventual Poly!au

Word Count: 4,122

Summary: Jimin, Taehyung and F/n are all childhood friends. Taehyung moved away some years ago and left Jimin to take care of F/n. F/n falls for Jimin as they get older and gives up everything to fit into his life, until one night Jimin gets drunk and tells her what he really thinks of her.

After that lunch, Jimin went back to normal, mostly. He would text more than usual and didn’t push me to go to parties that he knew Jinsoo was at. I was trying to answer his texts later, I would give it 2 minutes then 5 then 10 before responding, but as soon as 5 minutes passed and I didn’t answer, he’d spam me asking where I was, if I was okay and if I was ignoring him.

I tried to avoid him by locking myself in my dorm to draw, but he’d come knocking on the door right after practice and would sit at my bed on his phone, making sure to bug me if I was too focused on my work. He was clear that only he got my attention.

I stocked my mini fridge with sandwiches and drinks so I could skip lunch at the cafeteria, but Jimin would order me food there and invade my room again.

The only time I got away from him were classes. Since Dance was a minor class I didn’t get the same classes as Jimin, thank God.

After I got out of my last class I quickly shoved my sketchpad, pens, and notebook in my bag and rushed out the class, deciding to catch the bus to the park and get away from Jimin’s overbearing presence. I sat by the river, enjoying the sounds of the water accompanied by birds and people talking in the distance.

I let out a deep breath, shaking off any stress that has been building up over the past few days. I got out my sketchpad and a pencil. I turned the pad to landscape and began to let my pencil drift over the paper as I drew the outline of the water and bridge, stealing glances to make sure I was at least a little accurate. I was contemplating going back to the school for watercolor pens, knowing the light cloud-like color would give the illustration the light, fluffy and dream-like happy feeling I had while making it.

A weight being lifted off my chest and cool feeling washed throughout my veins as I got lost in the page. A hand went spread onto my page and pushed my sketchpad down. I was ready to attack the person who did it, my head snapping to look beside me, eyes wide.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Jimin whined, making me sigh in annoyance.

I put my pencil in my hair and moved my sketchpad so it rested on my bag, “I HAVE to practice drawing, you know.” I rolled my eyes.

“But what about meee~” He threw himself onto my lap.

“You know, any regular best friend would be understanding and supportive.” I went to grab my sketchpad but Jimin hit it out of my reach.

“Jimin! Don’t!” I scolded as I saw dirt go between the pages.

Jimin sat up and pouted at me as I reached over, getting my sketchpad and shaking the dirt out, examining my works and praying none where ruined.

“I would’ve never told you to get back into drawing if I’d known you’d get so absorbed in it again!”

You didn’t tell me.

“Jimin, seriously, what’s up? I would spend hours alone and you wouldn’t care. You’d text every once in a while, but lately, you want more attention?” I practically saw the anger rush throughout his body.

“You’ve been here for 3 HOURS, F/n!” He snapped.

I looked up at the sky, the sun was closer to the ground, I also didn’t notice how cool the air got as the sun descended. The colors blending from blue, to purple, pink, orange and yellow.

“Oh, sorry, Chim. Look at the colors of the sky though. It’s so pretty.”

“Who cares about the sky!? Let’s go eat or something! My treat!” Jimin jumped up, grabbing my hand and yanking me to my feet.

I shoved my sketchpad in my bag, throwing it over my shoulder, salty that Jimin was dragging me away from my love.

“So a restaurant again! I like the quiet time with you!”

“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”

“Besides my best friend ignoring me for her stupid sketchpad, nothing is out of the ordinary!”

“You sound way too excited to just go to a restaurant...” Jimin stopped walking and turned to me.

“You don’t spend enough time with me! I barely see you during the day! I have to break into your room to see you for lunch! You ignore my texts because you’re drawing on that stupid sketchpad! I just have to hope I get to see you after class, but OF COURSE, you found a way to avoid me for three hours!”

“You make it seem like I’m dating you and cheating on you with an inanimate object.”

“That’s what it feels like! I can’t invite you to parties anymore because Jinsoo, I can’t see you because of something I said when I was drunk and you avoid me like the plague! You don’t even care about me anymore!”

“It’s just a sketchpad. It’s the first week of me picking up the pencil again. I’m rusty and need to practice.” I stated flatly.

“Seriously, make at least a little time for just me.” Jimin frowned.

Oh great, he wasn’t going to let go easy, “...Fine, just respect that I get lost in my work and can’t answer right away.” Jimin looked like he was going to protest but I began to drag him to look for a restaurant.

The next day I told Jimin that he could have my undivided attention after my classes for about 2 or 3 hours tops because I needed to practice. He tried to wiggle an hour or two more but I stood strong.

I threw my phone on my bed, knowing he sensed how much I’ve pulled away, that’s why he was being clingy. He was trying to keep me close. Trying to keep me trapped.

I thought of a game plan. I didn’t really want a boyfriend, but I knew he wouldn’t let up. Jinsoo knew Jimin fairly well, enough to know Jimin deemed me ‘off limits’. I began to hope Jinsoo would pretend to date me, but that was quickly shot down when I realized Jinsoo is a dick and wouldn’t pretend to be my boyfriend without a price.

I couldn’t ask Jimin’s friends Hoseok, Jeongguk or Yoongi because they were so close and they wouldn’t want to get on Jimin’s bad side. They also knew I HAD a thing for Jimin and would tell Jimin what I was up to in a heartbeat.

I needed to take risks, but I needed to play smart. Slowly pulling away was harder now that I didn’t go to any of his classes and he was paranoid now.

“I could date a girl.” I brainstormed out loud.

“I think you’d be an excellent lesbian.” I heard, making me jump.

My roommate Haneul giggled at my reaction. She grabbed her jacket off the bed and began to search for something.

“Going out tonight?” I smirked.

Her eyes widened, “Not like that! We’re all just walking around the city, maybe go to a few clubs, food, just hang out, Jimin’s coming too, I figured you got an invite.” She frowned.

“Nope! Jimin’s mad at me because I pay more attention to my work than him.” I sighed, swaying my computer chair from side to side.

“Sounds like a jealous boyfriend to me.” She shrugged, pulling on her jacket and opening her desk.

“Nope, just a controlling fucker.” I tapped my pen on my notebook.

“WHOA. Okay.” She seemed surprised.

“I sense judgment.”

“No! You’ve been chasing after Jimin for years now, what changed?” I shrugged.

“I’m just tired of being his lap dog. I get we grew up together and everything, I don’t want to waste my days on someone who will never reciprocate the same feeling.”

“I take it you didn’t tell Jimin any of this.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He volunteered you to bake cookies for the group.”

“Fuck you all, you don’t deserve my grandma’s recipe.”

“WHOA! Just because Jimin is an ass doesn’t mean we have to suffer!” She argued.

“To answer you, no, I didn’t tell him any of this, if I do he’ll get more clingy than he is and will try to rope me back in so please keep your cake hole closed.”

Haneul held up a hand, “Scouts honor.”

“You were a girl scout?”

“No, but I will be if you get me cookies.”

“Are you blackmailing me!?”

“...Yes?”

“Good job, I expect great things from you, Haneul. I’ll go shopping for the things tomorrow.”

I decided to take a snack break from my drawing, going out at around 1am. Just roaming around, walking to nowhere in particular. Stopping at a random convenience store, getting soda, chips and ice cream, strolling around. I strolled to the bridge over the river, seeing the moonlight reflect off the rippling water, a cool breeze blowing in contrast to the warm weather. I began to open the chocolate ice cream, excited to get my fix. Eating my ice cream and people watching by the river was a lot more fun to me than you’d think.

“F/N! HELP ME!” I heard and began to look around for the person calling out to me.

I groaned in annoyance when I saw who it was. Jimin’s arm was thrown over Hoseok’s shoulder and Jeongguk walked alongside them, filming Jimin’s drunken state.

“Just one night with my ice cream is all I ask.” I complained.

“I’m sorry, F/n, we didn’t realize how much he drank.” Hoseok apologized, sheepish smile on his face.

“F/n-ie! I want a hug!” Jimin tried reaching out for me, causing Hoseok to lose grip and Jimin landing face down on the ground.

My eyes followed him down, not reacting. I pressed my lips together, unimpressed with the failed display of affection.

“Help us with your boyfriend.” Jeongguk teased, beginning to pick up Jimin.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I sighed, handing Hoseok my uneaten chocolate ice cream and bag of snacks.

Hoseok happily took my ice cream and snacks, eating my ice cream as I got on the other side of Jimin, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

“My yakgwa! I love youuu~” Jimin wrapped both of his arms around me, squeezing as hard as he could.

“Jeongguk! Muscle Bunny save me!” I struggled to breathe as Jimin’s death grip didn’t loosen.

Jeongguk started to pry Jimin away, “Hyung, you’re going to kill her.” He giggled.

Jimin’s hands went to my face, squishing my cheeks, “Look at my best friend! She’ll always be here!”

“Who let this happen again?”

“Let’s just get him to the dorms.” Hoseok spun around and began to march like a soldier.

I huffed and helped Jeongguk with Jimin.

“Hey, F/n? Psst! N/n!” I looked at Jimin, irritated that I had to do this AGAIN.

“What, Jimin?”

“If I told you to sit, would you?” Jungkook, Hoseok and I froze in our tracks.

“Excuse me?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“He’s drunk! The faster we get him home the less time he has to make an ass out of himself.” Hoseok reasoned.

“I say fetch and you do. Do you sit? Maybe I can teach you to roll over.” Jimin winked, tongue peeking out, a lousy attempt to act attractive but it only made me disgusted.

“It’s about to go down.” I heard Jeongguk whisper to Hoseok as I processed how badly I just got disrespected.

I shoved Jimin forward so he landed on the ground again, “Lay down, boy!” I mocked, walking around him, grabbing my things from Hoseok and leaving them to handle the drunken asshole who I used to be nice to.

I ignored his calls, of course, focusing completely on my drawing and nothing else.

If he came to my room, I didn’t answer the door. I turned off my phone that morning so I didn’t have to deal with it.

I was planning on only going to classes, and that was it, sadly, however, Haneul got drunk the same night Jimin did and ended up eating all my sandwiches so I got one from the cafeteria at lunch and I sat in the campus quad, munching my sandwich and reading about Impressionism art from 1895 to 1885.

Someone sat next to me and immediately looked up at the trees, knowing who it was and telling whatever deity would listen not to test me.

“F/n, I’m sorry about what I said. Can you stop ignoring me now?”

“No. Go away, fuckboy.” I asserted, taking another bite of my sandwich, keeping my eyes on my book.

“I’ll buy you some sweets!” I ignored him.

Jimin sighed, “I said I was sorry. I take back what I said, you didn’t deserve that.”

I kept reading.

“Can you just listen to me for three minutes!?”

I let out a growl and snapped my head to look at him, “Listen, fuckcheese, I’m trying to learn about Gustave Caillebotte’s ‘Paris Street, Rainy Day’ and you’re making it hard!”

“And I’m trying to apologize to my best friend!”

“Don’t you mean Man’s best friend!? Because you practically called me a dog last night!”

Jimin took a deep breath, “It was wrong and I’m sorry, you have complete permission to hit me next time.”

“I wasn’t going to ask for it.”

“Okay, you’re still mad.”

“Of course I’m mad! You honestly think I’m a lap dog or something, don't you!?”

“No, I do-”

“I get I did everything for you, but it was because you being happy always made me happy! Instead of a ‘thank you’ and a return of the affection, I get called a dog who you want to teach to ‘roll over’!”

“At least it wasn’t ‘bend over’!” My eyes widened.

“Wait! No, F/n, I take that back, I’m so-!”

“I honestly can’t believe you! Ever since I got into a different major, you’ve been an insufferable dick lord! Don’t come by to my dorm unless your mom asks about me.” I sneered, grabbing my things and stomping back to my dorm, slamming the door and locking it behind me.

I threw myself on my bed and let out a long breath, trying to calm down, “So much for pulling away slowly.” I huffed.

I heard a ding from my charging laptop. I looked over to my desk and saw a vase of vibrant roses. I sat up slowly, not really understanding why I got roses or who delivered them. I stood up and walked to my desk, seeing a gray and purple embellished card, the name ‘Yakgwa’ in a large and beautiful font.

There were six different roses surrounded by baby’s breath and fragrant honeysuckle. One rose was bright and happy yellow. One was a just as bright of a yellow, only the tips of the petals were delicately caressed with red. One was white. One was light pink. My favorite, a lavender-colored rose and lastly, a striking red rose that sat in the center.

I picked up the card, hesitant that Jimin wrote something stupid. I opened the card.

I thought of you today and the day before. I think of you when I see yakgwa and always buy it so I can eat it when I’m down. You’re not forgotten, you never will be, my sweet, happy dipped, Yakgwa.

- Yours, Taehyung.

I felt my lips stretch into a big smile. I was always heartbroken to never talk to him. Life was always busy, he didn’t get any social media and we just parted slowly. I haven’t seen or talked to him in years. There was a camping trip we were all supposed to go on when we were 14, but Taehyung never showed.

Taehyung was the sweetest. He always acted like a big brother, always making sure I never got hurt and never got sad. I still remember his boxy smile perfectly.

I picked up my phone and turned it on, immediately getting hit with notifications from Jimin, both old and new. I only rolled my eyes and unlocked my phone, going to my contacts and praying the call didn’t get awkward.

“Hello?”

“Mrs.Kim? Hi! How’ve you been!?”

“I’m sorry, who’s this?” I frowned.

“Oh yeah, it’s been years... It’s me, F/n... Yakgwa?” I heard a clank, like glass meeting glass.

I assumed she was drinking something and put down the glass when she heard my name.

“Aww, our So-Yakgwa! How have you been? Why did you call? Do you need something?” I smiled, she sounded exactly the same.

“Uh, I’ve been great, and yes, I do need something. I was wondering if you had Tae’s address? I wanted to send him some things, or I can send them to you and he can pick them up there.”

“Him picking it up here sounds great, So-Yakgwa. Taehyung was just talking about you yesterday.” I lit up.

“Really? I just got his roses.”

“You should’ve seen him asking the florist what each color meant and how he should arrange them.”

“He always was interested in those kinds of things. Can you text me your address later?”

“Of course! I bet he’d love to know he’s getting something.”

“Actually, do you mind keeping it a surprise? He surprised me so I want to surprise him back.”

“Isn’t that the cutest? I understand, I won’t tell him. Don’t be a stranger and visit sometime, okay?” My eyes drifted to my calendar.

My weekend was free now. My mom was a busy woman and was on a business trip so she told me she couldn’t visit that weekend.

“How about I visit during the weekend? My mom is on a business trip and I don’t mind the drive.”

“That would be perfect! Speaking of your mother, I talked to her a few days ago, ” I took that as she got my address for Taehyung, “and she said you go to that new art school in Seoul? She said you were a dance major, but I hear they have art there, is the program any good?”

“Yes! I switched majors actually! I’m majoring in Drawing and Illustration, I’m also taking some classes on painting and modern art! The teachers love teaching and are good at it, the courses are flexible so there’s little to no rush to complete assignments and the campus is beautiful!”

“I’m glad you love it, So-Yakgwa. I have to go, but I’ll see you soon?”

“Definitely, goodbye Mrs.Kim!”

“Goodbye, So-Yakgwa.”

I hung up, picking up the lavender rose and running my fingertip along the soft petals, “My turn to surprise you, Tae Tae.”

Left campus for a trip back home the next day, it took about 2 hours but I knew it was worth it. I went to the grocery store. I got all the ingredients for my grandma’s chocolate chip cookie recipe, a pretty card and found the spare key to the house. I spent most of the afternoon making cookies, finding the perfect heart-shaped box to put them in.

The box was white and I placed the cookies in, closing it and tying a purple ribbon around it to hold it in place. I got a larger box, wrapped bubble wrap around my heart-box and placed it inside. I got the plain card that had a single pink butterfly on it and pondered on my words.

I’m sending this to let you know you were never forgotten as well. I always think of you too. Just yesterday Jimin and I talked to Mrs.Park about you. I didn’t remember you being my first kiss, but I’m happy it was you! You sent those roses when I needed to smile the most. As always, you take care of me, even if we haven’t seen each other in years. I bet you look handsome now. I hope you kept your magical boxy smile that always filled me with such joy to see. I hope you’re doing well, my smiling, caring, HONEY dipped, Tae Tae.

- Yours too, F/n

I placed the card in the box and sealed it up, going to the post office and sending it off in hopes I make the Taehyung’s day a little brighter like he made mine.

Even though I was tired I left a dozen cookies for my mom and packed the other three dozen in a box and got my things to take the 2-hour trip back to campus. Keeping the box on my lap and thinking if I should give Jimin some, it was part of his childhood too. I felt like if I gave to Taehyung and not to Jimin, it would be wrong.

I started to think that maybe Jimin was sorry. Drunk people say and do things they don’t mean. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve done what I did knowing Jimin was probably hurt and sad that I’ve been avoiding him. I let my anger out when I should’ve been calm and mature.

I opened the box and took out a cookie. Crunchy edges and soft, chewy center, yet it felt so dull compared to when I shared them with Jimin. We would talk about childhood stories and talk about our present and future.

Yes, Jimin was a dick, but I’ve been around him for so long that I’m not sure how to be my own person yet. That’s why I wanted to pull away slowly, so I could find myself while losing him.

I chewed on my bottom lip, mulling over my decision as I pulled out my phone, took a picture of the box with the caption ‘Meet me in the quad’ and sent it to Jimin.

Jimin responded

Chim🐤: 🍪🍪😁yesssssss!!! Time?

I looked up to look around at my surroundings.

F/n: About an hour and a half. Don’t be a dick this time.

Once I got on campus I made my way for the quad, seeing Jimin sitting under the tree I was under at lunch the day before, on his phone, knees up to his chest, chin on his knees as a pout blessed his face. He had on a black t-shirt, basketball shorts and shoes I assumed he just threw on last minute.

He was only illuminated by a light nearby, the sun not yet gone as dark blue blended with purple. He looked up as I got closer, big smile and an adorable sparkle in his eyes.

“So that’s where you were today.” He beamed.

I giggled, sitting next to him, “Yeah, they’re not for our friend group, but for us.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow.

“Haneul said you volunteered me to bake cookies for them.”

“No, fuck them. They don’t deserve your grandma’s recipe.” Jimin asserted as he flipped open the box.

“I just said that so they’d shut up and leave me alone.” He added, taking a bite of cookie, closing his eyes, tilting his head back and humming.

“Save some for Haneul, I made a promise.” I started moving a few cookies to the side.

“But why does she get some? She wasn’t part of our childhood.” Jimin complained.

“Because I promised! ” I giggled.

“I’ll fight her.”

“I made three dozen! You won’t miss one!”

“That’s what you think. You haven’t been able to make these in months, only people who were there for our childhood should have them. They’re better than usual by the way.”

“Really?” I questioned, mouth full of cookie.

Jimin turned to me, eyes meeting mine, “Yeah, they’re a little sweeter like you put more love into them this time.”

I shoved him to the side, “Stop being cheesy!” I complained.

“I’m serious! Whoever you were thinking about made these cookies amazing. Was it me?”

I froze when I realized I was thinking of Taehyung when I made them. Taehyung and his roses. His note. His smile. His eyes that held so much magic and love in them.

“Uhh, yeah, of course.” I quickly took a bite, looking away.

“F/n? These were for me right?” He pressed.

“...Yes.” I looked back at Jimin to see a frown on his face.

“Who were you thinking about?” His voice was small.

“No one! I just made cookies to stop being pissed.” I stated dismissively as I reached for another cookie.

Jimin looked around the quad and waved me closer, “I need to tell you something.”

I leaned closer, curious for his words. Jimin smirked and quickly leaned forward, his plush lips pecking mine. He leaned back, his smile bigger when he saw my reaction.

My eyes wide, face reaching dangerous levels of heat, completely flustered and shocked.

Jimin giggled as he took another bite of cookie, “I’m your first kiss because it’s one we both remember.”

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