--ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ʜᴇʀᴇ || kma&&pjm
She should have been asleep when her phone lit up, but of course she wasn’t. She was a college student living on her own for the first time in her life, she was living the high life! Did this mean she was at a wild party, drunk off her ass and grinding with a stranger? No, unfortunately it did not. This particular Friday night it meant bent over her tablet, eyes half way to bloodshot as she attempted to power through an animation assignment due by midnight. She had just pressed submit, fingers cramping around her pen and her shoulders aching something awful as she straightened to snag her phone from the table beside her. Seeing Jimin’s name on the screen lit her up in a grin she didn’t realize was spreading over her lips. They’d met at random, stuck next to each other in the tiny desks of a gigantic lecture hall with his absurd arm muscles pushing into her territory. She’d been ready to scold him for it when she’d taken a good look at his face and decided, no, maybe she should just chat him up instead. So she had- she’d stumbled her way through the most obvious flirting the poor child had probably ever experienced. But he’d played happily along and they’d exchanged numbers and a quite organic friendship had grown out of it. And maybe something a little more than friendship, at least on her end. A tiny crush that had slowly put down roots in her chest, flowering in her with every stupid eye smile and absurd series of selcas he spammed her phone with. So the summons to a middle of the night boba tea run was one she accepted eagerly, tumbling out of her chair to scramble for a pair of jeans, on account of her holey and comfortable sweatpants made great pajamas, but the giant tear just beneath her ass sort of wasn’t the best for going out into the real world. Jeans and a tshirt worked fine, however, because who would see her but drunkards and Jimin, who had been at her side at hour fourteen at the library cramming for their finals when she had been an actual disaster of a human being, exhaustion embodied. She trotted off to the shop ordering her usual and slipping into a chair to wait for him, absently doodling on her napkin as she sucked down tapioca and tea with a content hum. The jingle of the bell over the door prompted her to glance up, a smile blooming over her lips as she snapped her fingers to get his attention. “Over here, hurry up and entertain your noona, boy!” she laughed out, always eager to lord their meager age difference over him, mostly because it seemed so comically implausible from looking at them.