Online: 1 | 2 |
Title: Online (part 2)
Characters: Jimin, you
Genre: fluff / au
So… I didn’t think this one would have had more then 2 parts, but here I am now. I have ideas for a continue, so let me know if you’d like to know about it! I’ll be glad to write. (I’d feel more
Please, tell me what you think about it, cuties ; ; thank you~ Enjoy.
last video-call before the big day.
forget to bring comfy shoes, we’ll walk a lot!”
stared at you and rolled his eyes. He almost looked annoyed. You’ve
been repeating don’t
about an hour now. “___, stop it, I’m not a kid. I won’t forget
anything, trust me.” He said with a smile.
know, I know… but I want everything to be perfect for you, this is
your adventure!” You explained with a passionate tone.
know what? It just looks like you’re the one who’s going to travel.”
He chuckled a little. And he was right. For the past week you’d been
the one looking for fun activities you two could do together. You’d
made a list with the places he had to visit, even the ones tourists
would avoid. Like that little pub you always spent your time with
your friends in, or that really cheap but fashionable shop. You
didn’t want him to be disappointed. You wanted him to see your city
with wondering eyes, but also how you saw it. You wanted him to feel
You gave him offended stare, which lasted a few seconds
because of his adorable face. You couldn’t stay mad at him for too
long, not when his eyes smiled like that, or when his adorable giggle
played in your ears. “Ok, then… I’ll trust you. Just don’t
make me say I
You said, trying to hide your too excited face.
you, Denise! I don’t know what I’d do without your help” you
exclaimed as you sat in her car. Your friend had a car, and you were
truly happy to use her. To use it. (The car, not your friend!)
know, I’m curious too. I see him every time I visit you, he’s a
friend.” She said and headed to the airport. “Are you nervous?”
She asked with a worried look, as she noticed your hands which
couldn’t stay still.
I’m not.” You stated, putting your hands under your legs, so that
she couldn’t see them trembling.
know, you’re really lucky. I had friends like Jimin in the past, but
I never had the chance to meet them.” Denise smiled at you with a
reassuring look. “I’m sure you’ll have fun together.”
nodded, and finally decided to put on some music. Denise furrowed her
eyebrows as she recognized the song.
____, again?” She sounded hopeless now. “I’ve heard it so many
times that I can sing it myself now, even if I don’t know a word of
Korean.” She added almost chuckling. And that was true. It was one
of you favorite songs, and you couldn’t help it. You wanted to learn
the lyrics for Jimin, and you even succeeded in that. He was the one
who wanted to sing it with you, and you couldn’t disappoint him. With
your poor Korean you began to sing along, making your friend Denise
laugh a lot.
an hour passed, and you were now in front of the airport. You stared
at the big glass door, trying to calm yourself.
now you can’t lie to me. You ARE nervous.” Denise stated and opened
your door. “Come on, get out!”
I am. Stop saying it, is it that funny?” You murmured and closed
the car door. “Let’s go” you exclaimed, but with a hesitant tone.
You headed to the Arrivals, trying to keep your heart beat to a
proper pace. It was almost impossible.
“Oh look, those people
look Korean.” Your friend joked.
“Denise, should I hug him?
Or I should wait for him? Maybe in Korea they don’t hug people…”
You weren’t really speaking to her. It was more of a self-reflection.
patted your shoulder. “___, look!” And then pointed someone in
the crowd. You followed her gaze, and everything seemed to slow down.
A boy was smiling at you. He was still, and he was waving at you. You
couldn’t see his eyes, because his smile was too broad. Even though
he was wearing a black hat, black t-shirt, and black shoes, his
presence was bright. Even his smile was bright. Everything about him
began to move forward, always keeping his eyes on you. You couldn’t
help but smile, and you even forgot about your friend Denise, who
startled you with a “Don’t drool, ___!”.
and videos didn’t make him justice. His cheeks looked so soft, you’d
spend a whole day touching them. He finally approached, and the first
thing you noticed was his arms. You’d never thought he was a strong
boy. His arms weren’t big, but you could see his toned muscles.
my God” was the first thing you said. You immediately regretted it.
hello!” Jimin laughed as he stood right in front of you and Denise.
He didn’t look nervous, nor awkward, but you knew he was really
excited. He couldn’t stop smiling, and that’s why you hadn’t seen his
here…” he said looking around “finally.”
English wasn’t English anymore. You couldn’t say something sensible
without having to formulate your words twice.
“___, are you
sick? Your face is so red” Jimin asked, trying to look at you from
the back seat.
“No, just so hot. Isn’t it?” You asked
watching Denise. She chuckled a little, getting what you really
meant. She knew what you really felt, even though you couldn’t admit
“Not really, ____. You’re just weird today” she
raised her voice, just to make it clear to Jimin. Because of him you
were weird. You sneaked a glimpse at Jimin, trying to read his
expression. He didn’t seem to get your real problem, and that was
I’ll bring you to the hotel and then leave you alone.”
We should take a walk together” you said almost imploring. You
wanted to spend your time with Jimin, but right at that moment
everything seemed so odd. You did have a good relationship with him,
and used to tell him literally everything about you.
so stupid. You
suddenly thought. The
only thing that changed is the place. We’re always the same.
way, I gotta work!”
then you were alone with Jimin. He looked at you for a moment, before
coughing. “So, what do we do?” he suddenly said. You
glanced at him, before pointing the hotel. “I’ll wait here.”
“Ok, keep this for me.” Jimin gave you a paper-bag and left.
sat down on the bench right next to you as soon as you were alone.
You began to nod and shake your head, agreeing and disagreeing your
own thoughts. Just slight movements, that only you could sense. Why
is this so awkward. I’m such a mess. I’m sure he’s thinking I’m a
weirdo. Not that he doesn’t know that but… weirdo like he doesn’t
know me. Does that make sense? I’m not the weirdo he knows, but
another weirdo? What am I even saying. Your thoughts went on for
a little, until you felt something poking your thigh. “____.
What… even?” Jimin asked with a startled look. You followed his
gaze, which ended on your lap. Pieces of paper were lying defeated on
your legs. And you didn’t even notice. The paper bag was without
handles. “Oh, Jimin… I didn’t mean to destroy that bag, I’m
sorry!” You immediately exclaimed with a worried look. It was one
of you bad habits: when you overthought you used to ruin everything
(made of paper). Was it a little sheet of paper, or was it a paper
cup. It always ended in pieces. Maybe I just hate paper.
scanned your expression for a little, before bursting into laughter.
His laugh, you could finally hear his sharp laugher in person. It was
just a moment before both of you were actually crying and laughing at
the same time.
it that funny, Jimin?” You asked, trying to contain yourself. But
you couldn’t, and you were actually guffawing.
your face! You looked so worried just because of that bag” he
finally managed to say. “Why are you even laughing?”
you were laughing, and everything seemed so funny.” You brought
your hands to your cheeks, and felt the warmth. “Oh God, Jimin. I’m
so hot right now, because of you!” You giggled and looked at him,
who had red cheeks as well. “Ohoh, look at that! You’re so red too.
How cute!” His cheeks looked so fluffy, you had to touch them. You
did it. You pocked his right cheek, and then the left one. And then
pinched them. Heaven is real. “Our cute Jimin, look at this
“___! How can you change your attitude in such a short
time? It was… so awkward just 10 minutes ago.” He said giggling.
response you just chortled and stood up. “Let’s go, 2Chim. We have
a lot to see. And this evening there’s a party, we need to get you
some good clothes.”
is real. And our friendship is real.