Do You Remember ch 1 (discontinued)
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His arms snuck around your waist pulling you closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder as he swayed the both of you to the gentle rhythm of your favorite song. One two three four - The more upbeat the song, the more Jimin twirled you around. Around and around and around until your view of the world started to merge together. “Yah, Park Jimin, I’m dizzy!” You giggled, starting to lose your balance, as the world stopped spinning. But gentle arms caught you and pulled you closer and closer, until you found yourself slow dancing under the stars with Park Jimin. As he gently hummed the song into your ear, you fell into an inebriated bliss. As though nothing in the entire world could make you happier than you were right now, standing here in his arms. It felt like it was just the two of you. Just you and him against the world. And you could beat anything together. Every past worry just melted away as you relaxed into his chest. He smells like a lemon bar. Strange, you thought. Jimin pulled away for a second to stare into your eyes. Butterflies started to form in your stomach, causing a familiar tingling. You loved him. You fucking love him, don’t you? Yes. And the world collapsed.
Your eyes fluttered open. Dammit. You thought. Now you could never get that dream back. Your head hurt and your muscles felt very tight though you couldn’t remember ever dancing at the party. You stretched your legs and arms but froze mid-stretch when your foot felt someone else’s leg. Did Irene come home early last night? No. Whose bed was this? Turning very slowly, you found yourself face to face to a sleeping Park Jimin.
Letting out a little gasp, you looked at him with wide eyes. A small smile spread through your face as you noticed his features. He was even cuter when he slept. As if it was possible for that to happen. However, when you did get back to reality, you realized just where you were. Getting out of the bed very slowly you looked down to see yourself wearing only Jimin’s t-shirt from the night’s party before. It was way too big and ended around your mid thigh. You quickly took it off and pulled on your own clothes. As you silently walked around the carpeted floor you saw him shift slightly in his sleep. You froze but kept moving when you realized that he was not waking up. When you exited the apartment, a fresh 9 o’clock breeze hit your face. The giddiness hit you as you walked to your car. Each step you took had a slight bounce to it. As you put the key in the ignition, your mind began to drift through the events from the night before.
If you remembered correctly, you had been chilling in your dorm room late at night when Jimin had texted you to come to the party that Jungkook was throwing to celebrate the end of finals week. Like everyone else on campus, you were exhausted from the back to back all nighters you had to pull to review all the material over again. And you most definitely needed a break. What could go wrong? Right? Or so you had thought before ending up in a bed that wasn’t yours.
Throwing the covers back you began to get ready.
It was not a formal party but you still felt the need to dress up little considering you smelled a little weird and probably looked a little funky wearing a giant sweatshirt and sweatpants. Your only plan for the night after finals was to binge watch your favorite show until you fell asleep for a solid 48 hours. But that didn’t mean you were antisocial. Well you weren’t exactly social either. An ambivert then, you decided. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have even thought about passing through Jungkook’s party if it weren’t Jimin who had texted you.
Jimin was popular no doubt about it, but he wasn’t your typical “fuckboy”. Sure, girls threw themselves at him and his other handsome friends but he was a sweet guy who honestly didn’t seem to have any obvious faults.
Or so you thought at the time.
Jimin’s closest friends were the group he was almost always with-- Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook.
Jungkook’s family was rich. Instead of staying in a cheap, cramped dorm like most attendees of Seoul University, he lived in a huge apartment (he did claim one time that his apartment isn’t the only thing that’s huge- he called it the Jungcock).
You had your friends and Jimin had his. The only reason the two of you were friends was because you had an Econ class together. He accidentally walked in late one day and seeing as there was an empty seat next to you, he sat down. The night before, you had stayed up extremely late studying for a different class so you were dozing off here and there during your professor’s lecture about flipping values. After class, Jimin had walked up to you and asked if you needed the notes from the days class. You thought it was a great idea so the two of you went to the local cafe and he told you about everything the professor had said while also making pleasant conversation. You exchanged numbers and became friends soon after. You weren’t close enough to him to label him as your best friend though. No that title belonged to your roommate Irene.
Jimin never seemed like more than a friend to you but one day you accidentally caught yourself gawking at his Instagram update: a selfie with Taehyung. More often than not, you found yourself staring at his face in class to see all his beautiful features. His adorable eye smile, plush lips and cute nose. Your heart began to flutter. Oh shit. What am I getting myself into?
You officially had a crush on Park Jimin.
It came to the point where even a simple text that read “hey wanna come to Jungkook’s party” could make you blush.
The clock read 9;00 PM. One hour left till the party! After showering you decided to go with a black, off the shoulder bodysuit with your favorite light washed jeans. You did a little bit of simple makeup and straightened your waist length hair. Irene wasn’t here so you had to figure out who to talk to, otherwise you’d be stranded in a sea of people you didn’t know. Of course you could talk to Jimin or his friends but you didn’t want to accidentally embarrass yourself in front the guy you liked. That left to talking to your next option, Jungkook. You were definitely second closest to Jungkook when it came to Jimin’s friends but he was always with some girl or the other. Well shit. I guess I’m just gonna have to wing it. Maybe I can wing it with Jimin….no Y/N stop. You have to get over this. Just go make new friends. And with that, you practiced your most dazzling smile in the mirror, picked up your purse, and walked out the front door.
As you pulled up to Jungkook’s apartment which, to be honest was more like a penthouse, you could already feel the thump of the bass from the loud music inside. You parked and let out a sigh. Ok Y/N. This is it. Don’t get your hopes up. He’s in there. He’s going to look amazing. He might be with another girl. Don’t be too hungover tomorrow. You’ve got this.
After your little pep talk in the car, you slowly walked up to the front door and knocked a couple times. Then you realized there was no point in knocking. No one could hear you over that damn music anyways, so you let yourself in. You haltered for a second. After all, you weren’t used to the party atmosphere. There were people everywhere, dancing, drinking and looked like they were having fun. You bumped into people as you tried to walk around and find someone you knew.
“Oof”, a voice said from slightly behind you. You turned to see whoever you had bumped into so that you could apologize. “Hey y/n, what’s up? I don’t usually see you at these!” The voice was Jung Hoseok. One of Jimin’s friend.
“Hi! Do you know where I can find Jimin?” You yelled over the music to Hoseok.
“Yeah! Follow me!” He replied. Hoseok lead you to the back of the apartment where the kitchen was.
“Hi. It is way too loud in there.” The brown haired boy said.
“There’s so many people here.” You replied a little out of breath from all the shoving. Man you were out of shape.
Jungkook came into the kitchen.
“Y/N! You’re here! Haha I told Jimin you’d be in the kitchen away from all the fun. I’m gonna bring him, wait here.” Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh Jimin’s gonna be here again why am I like this it’s not li-
Jungkook came back with an out of breath Jimin. He was just wearing a simple black t-shirt and ripped jeans but hot damn he looked good. You had to remind yourself to finish the thought.
ke I don’t see him everyday.
“Hey Y/N!”, Jimin said snapping you out of your trance like state.
“Oh hey Jimin, thanks for inviting me! The party seems fun,” you managed to say. Hoseok began to talk animatedly about something new that was happening at his dance studio, but for some reason you weren’t able to focus. Maybe it was Jimin’s sweat glistening in a way that made the muscles in his neck pop...
“Stop eye fucking him that’s gross.” You almost yelped when you heard Jungkook’s voice low in your ear. You tried to keep a natural expression but couldn’t hide the blush that crept up your face.
“I was not. I was very interested on what Hobi was saying for your information.”
“Yeah ok then what was he saying?” He asked you knowing full well you didn’t know.
“Um...he was talking about a new dance he learned.” You said with fake confidence. Jungkook laughed and you shot a glare at him.
“Ok whatever I’m gonna go talk to people.” You said and left to find someone who you could hold small talk with long enough to forget about Jimin...for the time being.
You ended up talking to a girl from your calculus class, though you couldn’t really remember her name later. You succeeded in making small talk with her, sticking to topics about campus life, and what you were going to do after. She went to dance with some friends so you pulled your phone to find that it had already been 30 minutes since you had left Jungkook in the kitchen. You felt thirsty from all that small talk so you went to find the drinks table.
However when you finally reached the seemingly hidden table, you found yourself looking directly at a very clearly drunk Jimin. He was in the middle of the dance floor dancing-well you couldn’t really call it dancing. He was really just kind of grinding the air and acting as though he were performing on a stage. You grabbed a drink, you didn’t know what it was but you didn’t exactly care.
Another 10 minutes had passed and your cup was empty again so you went to fill it up. Beginning to feel slightly bored, you considered getting an uber and heading home for the night but when you reached the drink station you stopped short to find Jimin slumped on the couch. His eyes were slightly hazy clearly from the sheer amount he had consumed. When he noticed you, his eyes lit up. You could see him mouthing something in your direction so you went over to him. Why did the music have to be so damn loud? As you made yourself over, Jimin got up and pulled you to the dance floor. His arms snuck around your waist pulling you closer to him. You could smell his lemon scent underneath the smell of alcohol. You swayed with him as a million thoughts went through your head. This was wierd but you were not complaining. After all if this was his way of confessing to you then you sure as hell were not going to mess with it.
“You look gorgeous tonight.” He half whispered into your ear suddenly causing goosebumps to form at the back of your neck. You couldn’t say anything. How could you? This was your ideal moment. In fact, you weren’t going to say anything. You simply looked at him. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for since the first time you had caught feelings for this man. He moved his head so that your foreheads were touching. Fuck it. You thought and lifted your head to close the gap between the two of you. You felt him tense for half a second and you were worried you had done something wrong and you were about to pull away but he relaxed and began to kiss you back.
“Let’s take this somewhere more private love.” he said and pulled you through the crowd and into an empty room. You knew Jungkook would kill you if he found out what you were about to do in his house but being that the keywords were “if he found out” you were going to go through with it anyway. Who knows if you’d ever get another chance?
You turned of the engine of your car and felt it shudder as it shut off in your garage. You sighed and ran your hand through your hair. Maybe last night had a little more baggage to it than you had originally thought. You opened the door to your small hatchback and got out. I have to talk to him about this.
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