# synopsis: Kim Y/n was "forced" by her parents to intend a school trip so she could make new friends. Being alone, she was obliged to sit next to Yu Jimin, one of the most popular girl in school...
# content: kinda angst, fluff, wlw, cursing. (This is very long...!)
“Dad, please, I don’t want to go.” Kim Y/n whined, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and anxiety as she stood by the family car.
Her parents were already there, her suitcase in her father hands, the black wheels sinking slightly into the gravel driveway in front of Y/n's school.
“Y/n, we’ve talked about this… this trip is perfect for you to make new friends!” Mr. Kim exclaimed with enthusiasm, his hands animated as he gestured toward the car.
She glanced at the bus, its white exterior, and saw students already in groups, laughing and chatting, ready to have the best time of their lives. They looked so carefree, so sure of themselves, while she was panicking inside. Y/n felt the familiar sting of envy as she watched them, she had always wondered ever since she was a child what was wrong with her for her to be so alone.
“Look at them." She murmured, shaking her head slightly. “I’m never going to fit in.”
Her heart raced as she mentally replayed the last few months: the awkward moments at school, the feeling of being on the outside of friend groups, and the endless worry about not being cool enough or fun enough. What if this trip was just another reminder of how alone she felt?
“And, it’s not like I’m going to magically find friends in a week." Y/n continued, her voice tinged with exasperation.
“Hey, it’s going to be fine." Mr Kim tried to rassure his daughter noticing her gaze drifting towards the bus. “There will be tones of activities that will force you to talk to others! You won't be alone!"
Taking a deep breath, she tore her gaze away from the bus, forcing herself to focus on her parents instead. The looks on their face were full of hopes, she knew that they only wanted to fit in, to be less lonely.
She knew they wanted Y/n to be less like herself in a way, less shy and friendless.
“Fine, I’ll go.” She simply said, her tone firm but lacking enthusiasm, as she took her suitcase back from her father.
“That’s the spirit! And remember, it’s just a week. You can do this.” Mr. Kim smiled broadly, relief flooding his features.
With a deep breath, she hoisted the suitcase up, its worn wheels scraping slightly against the pavement as she moved toward the bus.
Her parents exchanged relieved glances, a silent conversation passing between them. They wanted this to be a good experience for her, to open doors to new friendships and adventures, but she felt trapped in a whirlwind of doubt. As she walked, her mind raced with thoughts of how this trip would unfold.
The chatter from the other students grew louder as they began to board the bus, their voices bubbling with excitement. Y/n’s heart sank as she imagined them effortlessly forming bonds while she struggled to find her place.
She glanced back at her parents one last time before putting her suitcase inside the bus, feeling a swell of mixed emotions. Their encouraging smiles and reassuring nods felt like lifelines, but she also sensed their hopes resting on her shoulders. Y/n wanted to be the first to enter, hoping that by doing so, she could claim a seat without having to force someone to accept her next to them.
With a quick inhale, she stepped up the narrow bus stairs, the metal cold beneath her fingertips as she gripped the handrail. The interior of the bus buzzed with excitement, laughter ringing out from groups of friends already settling into their seats. She felt a pang of longing for that easy camaraderie, but she pushed the thought aside.
As she moved further in, she scanned the rows of seats, searching for a spot where she could sit alone or next to someone that seemed kind.
While the idea of being alone among so many people made her stomach turn, she kept reminding herself that this was an opportunity, chance to break out of her shell, even if she felt like a fish out of water.
“Just find a seat." She muttered to herself, trying to somehow reassure herself.
“Excuse me…?” Mr. Park, her English teacher and one of the chaperones, called out to her, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to remember her name.
He shifted his weight, glancing at the other students boarding the bus before locking eyes with her, the familiar warmth of his smile reassuring yet slightly flustered.
“Y/n. Kim Y/n." replied, her voice steady despite her nerves.
Mr. Park’s smile widened as if he had indeed recalled her name, the familiarity easing the tension in the air.
“Great to see you, Y/n. Have you found a seat?” he asked hopefully, his eyes scanning the bus filled with students.
The anticipation in his voice made her feel a bit more welcomed in the bustling atmosphere. She shook her head, a hint of uncertainty and anxiety rushed back into her mind. Everyone had found a sit and she was the last one without one.
“How about you sit right here, next to Jimin?” He suggested, gesturing to an empty seat beside a girl with bright blonde hair.
Mr. Park glanced back at Jimin, who immediately turned her attention away from her friends and looked up at the teacher with a frowned.
Oh no, Y/n thought, her heart sinking as she finally registered who Karina was, the blonde popular girl who usually walked past her in the hallway as if she were nothing more than a piece of trash. Y/n recalled the way Jimin and her friends would laugh together, their voices ringing out like a chorus of exclusion while she stood to the side, feeling invisible.
The memories hit her hard: the way Jimin would toss her hair over her shoulder, glancing at Y/n with an expression of disdain as if she was nothing but an obstacle in her path. Y/n could almost hear the whispers of the other girls, the way they snickered and exchanged knowing looks as they passed. Each encounter had left Y/n feeling smaller, a shadow lingering in the background of Karina’s bright, glamorous world.
A wave of anxiety washed over her. She could already feel the weight of judgment pressing down on her, the familiar fear of being belittled creeping in. The last shred of her confidence wavered, and she hesitated for a moment, biting her lip as her thoughts raced.
“Yeah, sit here.” Jimin said dismissively, turning back to chat with her friends seated in the row just in front of her.
They both glanced back at Karina, eager to continue their conversation, leaving Y/n feeling even more isolated. Y/n remembered their names: Ning Yizhuo and Kim Minjeong. She quickly scanned the bus for the fourth member of their group and spotted Aeri Uchinaga sitting next to a boy, laughing animatedly with him. Aeri seemed completely at ease, likely in one of her talking stages.
As she took her seat by the aisle on the bus, she sighed, feeling the annoyance wash over her.
The constant bumping from people moving up and down the aisle, the lack of a window to lean against, and the feeling of being just a bit too exposed.
Meanwhile, Jimin's friend obligated to sit properly in their assigned seats, quickly turned away and began chatting amongst themselves, their laughter and animated whispers forming a bubble of friendship that felt just out of reach.
“What’s your name again?” Jimin asked, her gaze fixed on the other girl with a strange intensity.
It wasn’t exactly unfriendly, but it lacked the warmth of genuine curiosity. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were trying to place the other girl in her mental list of people, but she was too outcast to be in anyway. Y/n felt a bit on edge under her stare, unsure if she was supposed to laugh, answer quickly, or just look away.
“Y/N. Kim Y/N." She replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she kept her eyes down, focusing on her hands as they fidgeted in her lap.
She even didn’t dare look up to meet Jimin's gaze, feeling strangely self-conscious under her scrutiny. The bus hummed around Y/n, filling the silence that followed her response, and she wondered if she’d say anything else or if she’d just keep watching her with that unreadable expression.
As the ride went on, Jimin kept stealing glances at Y/n, trying to gather the courage to speak. Her fingers tapped nervously against her phone, mind racing with thoughts of what to say.
Should I break the silence again? She wondered, shifting slightly in her seat. Every few seconds, she looked over, only to turn away quickly when Y/n’s eyes drifted in her direction.
"Do you know Tyler, The Creator? He released an album a while ago, it's pretty good." Jimin’s voice cut through the silence, almost tentative, but carrying an edge of curiosity.
"Yeah... I know him, his music is great." Y/n blinked, momentarily taken aback by the question, but quickly caught on. "But I haven't listened to the new album." Y/n continued.
Jimin’s earlier annoyance seemed to dissolve, her features softening as she fished out an AirPod and, without a word, held it out to Y/n. Y/n hesitated for a moment, surprised, but then took the AirPod from Jimin’s outstretched hand, her fingers brushing against hers for a split second. Jimin quickly looked down, pretending not to notice, as she scrolled through her phone and tapped the album.
The first notes of the song began to play, the beat filling the silence between them. As each track flowed into the next, they both seemed to relax, caught in the same rhythm, lost in the same lyrics. Jimin didn’t say anything, but every so often, she’d sneak a glance at Y/n.
In the quiet intimacy of shared sound, the world around them faded, and for the first time, the silence felt comfortable like a language only the two of them understood.
“So… how was the ride?” Giselle’s voice broke the spell, her tone light and teasing as she appeared behind Jimin, arms crossed and a smirk dancing on her lips.
Jimin startled slightly, pulling out her suitcase as she turned to face Giselle, her eyes meeting the pink haired girl's.
"It was fine." She answered unbothered, earning Giselle to raised an eyebrow.
“‘Just fine?’” Giselle scoffed, hurrying to catch up with Jimin, who had already started to walk away toward class, clearly eager to escape the conversation. “Bro, this girl fell asleep on your shoulder, and you let her! When it’s me, you always pinch me awake the second I drift off.”
Jimin stopped mid-step, rolling her eyes as she turned back to give Giselle an exasperated look.
“Oh, I’m just saying." Giselle continued, leaning in conspiratorially. “The two of you, sharing music, all cozy and quiet… It’s cute.”
“Fuck off, Gi. Stop trying to ‘gay-ize’ me I have a boyfriend." Jimin shot back, her expression firm, as she folded her arms across her chest, clearly hoping to put an end to Giselle’s teasing.
"I am not 'gay-izing' you, you're already bi!" Giselle scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically.
“Still have a boyfriend, and she’s super nerdy. We have nothing in common, she's the kind of people we walk on." Jimin muttered under her breath, giving Giselle a pointed look.
Giselle just smirked, unfazed, but Jimin wasn’t paying her any more attention. Her gaze had drifted back to Y/n, who was standing alone a few feet away, glancing anxiously at the crowd of students. She looked a little out of place, fiddling with her bag strap as if it might anchor her, a hand holding tightly her white suitcase.
Without realizing it, Jimin’s expression softened. It felt weird, she almost felt bad for the girl. Giselle raised an eyebrow again, noticing where Jimin’s attention had landed again.
"What is her name again?" Giselle only smiled before talking.
“Y/n or something, why?” Jimin asked, turning her head back toward Giselle, who was already striding toward Y/n with an air of confidence.
“Hey, Y/n!” Giselle called out, her tone friendly and casual. “What are you doing standing here all by yourself? We’re just about to head to the reception to get our rooms.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, and she took a step forward, her instinct to intervene kicking in.
“Giselle, wait! I don’t think—” The blonde tried to stop, but Giselle has already gotten Y/n 's attention.
Y/n felt a surge of nervousness coursing through her veins. Although she had grown a bit comfortable around Jimin over the ride, that didn’t mean she was ready for an actual conversation with her, especially not in the presence of one of her best friends.
She could feel her heart racing, her palms becoming clammy as she thought about how she might stumble over her words. The cold air of winter felt stifling, and she played with her fingers, trying to focus on the comforting sound of footsteps on snow that other around were making.
Scared, she felt beyond scared.
It had to be some kind of cruel joke for them to actually be interested in her, how could anyone be genuinely drawn to someone as invisible as Y/n?
She often felt like a shadow, blending into the background while others shone in the spotlight. The idea that someone could see her, really see her, felt utterly surreal. Was it possible they were just playing a game, testing the limits of her self-doubt? The thought made her stomach twist in knots, a mix of disbelief and a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as invisible as she believed.
But no, Giselle and Jimin couldn't actually be interested in getting to know Y/n.
She pushed her thoughts aside and smiled nervously, though her nose burned from the biting winter air. And she wished she had remembered to pull her scarf out of her suitcase before leaving. The cold wrapped around her like a relentless chill, and she rubbed her hands together, trying to summon warmth.
“Do you have roommates, or are you alone?” Giselle asked politely, her genuine smile lighting up her face.
She leaned slightly closer, her curious eyes sparkling with interest. Y/n could sense Giselle’s friendliness, which made her feel a little less out of place. But it was weird, considering how Giselle could look from outside, how scary she could get by just smiling at you in the hallway.
Or maybe it was just Y/n, maybe she just portrayed them as bad person because she was scared.
“Obviously, she’s alone. She had no choice but to sit next to me for the ride,” Jimin explained coldly, her gaze fixed on Y/n.
There was no warmth in her voice, just a hint of annoyance that made Y/n’s stomach churn. The embarrassment washed over her, and she wondered if Jimin saw her as a burden. The winter air felt even colder now, and Y/n shifted uncomfortably, feeling more isolated in the moment.
Giselle frowned at Jimin before gently nudging her shoulder, Jimin merely scoffed as she crossed her arms. The blonde girl leaned back against the but slightly her expression remaining indifferent. The contrast between Giselle’s warm smile and Jimin’s cool demeanor was striking, and Y/n couldn’t help but feel caught in the middle.
“Don’t mind her, she’s always that straightforward." Giselle chuckled, waving a hand dismissively in Jimin’s direction. “I already have a roommate, but Jimin doesn’t. How about you two share a room?”
"You have a roommate? You haven't told me." Jimin’s eyes widened at Giselle’s statement, surprise flickering across her face.
Meanwhile, Y/n stayed frozen, unsure of how to respond. The suggestion sent a rush of apprehension through her, but it was quickly overshadowed by her insecurities.
Would Jimin even want to share a room with her? The thought made her heart race.
Jimin’s cold demeanor lingered in the back of her mind, leaving Y/n feeling vulnerable as she awaited Jimin’s response. The blonde girl simply got closer to Y/n before she opened her mouth.
"Looks like you're stuck with me, Y/n."
The trip was almost over, they should go by the next morning and ever since the first day Giselle had been relentless in her invitations for Y/n to join her and the others. Y/n finally met Minjeong and Yizhuo, who were just as sweet as Giselle but somehow different.
The girls and Y/n were seated in a cozy café, the warm ambiance wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. They sipped on steaming mugs of hot chocolate, topped with fluffy whipped cream, while the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air.
“Hey, baby.” Y/n heard a voice behind her, and as the other girls turned around, she caught sight of Heeseung, Jimin’s boyfriend.
Y/n felt a flutter of nerves as he approached, his presence radiating confidence. The way he interacted with the girls made her feel a bit out of place; he greeted them with playful hugs and friendly nudges, instantly putting everyone at ease. Jimin, who had been sitting with her arms crossed, softened at the sight of him, a small smile breaking through her earlier aloofness.
For a moment, Y/n wished she smiled at her like that.
“Are you ready for some fun?” Heeseung asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Tonight, you're all invited to a party with my friends and I. We met some dudes and they said to bring anyone we knew." He said as he smiled at Y/n.
For the very first time, she had been invited somewhere, and a genuine smile spread across her face while her eyes were stuck into Heeseung's. She turned her attention to Jimin, but when she glanced at her, she noticed that Jimin’s eyes were icy.
It was different, a stark contrast to how they had been in the days before. The warmth that usually radiated from Jimin seemed to have faded, replaced by an expression that suggested she was deep in thought or perhaps even a bit annoyed.
The atmosphere shifted, becoming more lively as the girls laughed and exchanged eager glances. Expected for Y/n and Jimin who seemed to have a eye battle from how Jimin was staring into her soul.
Perhaps Jimin was jealous of Y/n, but it felt impossible to her. After all, Y/n was nothing compared to Jimin. She couldn’t understand why Jimin would feel that way; surely, she must have been misinterpreting Jimin’s icy demeanor.
Y/n wondered if Jimin thought she had some sort of ulterior motive regarding Heeseung, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Yet, as she caught Jimin’s cold gaze, Y/n felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. It was frustrating to think that her mere presence could be misread as a threat.
Trying to shake off the uneasy feeling, Y/n focused on the laughter and conversation swirling around her. She reminded herself that she was here to have fun with friends and enjoy this moment, regardless of the tension that lingered between her and Jimin. Still, a part of her longed for Jimin to see her as a friend rather than a rival.
A friend? Was Jimin a friend to Y/n?
The pink-haired girl shot Jimin a glare, clearly frustrated by her cold demeanor. Meanwhile, the blonde girl simply shook her head as she gestured for her boyfriend to sit next to her. Heeseung, ever cheerful, took the invitation and settled into the seat beside her, leaving Jimin positioned awkwardly between Y/n and him.
The atmosphere around them shifted slightly, the laughter of the other girls rising and falling like a wave, but Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that the dynamic had changed. She glanced at Jimin, hoping for a hint of the warmth they had shared earlier, but all she found was that icy gaze still directed toward her, making her wonder if the day would turn out the way she had hoped.
“Oh my god, we should head back before Mr. Park kills us. We have this shitty chocolate factory to visit." Yizhuo declared, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and mock horror.
The mention of the chocolate factory elicited a chorus of groans and laughter from the group, breaking the tension that had settled around the table.As everyone began to gather their things and rise from their seats the girls chatted animatedly as they made their way to the exit, Y/n falling into step beside Heeseung.
“What’s so bad about a chocolate factory?” He asked with a teasing grin, clearly enjoying the playful banter.
Y/n shrugged, feeling a little more at ease.
“It sounds like a lot of fun! I mean, who doesn’t like chocolate?” She replied, hoping to keep the mood light.
Deep inside she was clearly panicking, it was the very first time she ever spoke to this man.
“Hey, how come I’ve never seen you around? I’m Lee Heeseung." He said with a smile, extending his hand toward Y/n for her to shake.
Y/n hesitated for just a moment, caught off guard by his directness, but then she reached out and shook his hand, feeling the strength of his grip.
"I'm Kim Y/n." She answered as their hands touched.
With the cold air hitting them as they stepped outside, the group bundled up, ready for the adventure ahead. Even with the lingering tension, Y/n felt a flicker of hope that the day would turn out better than expected.
They finally reached their teacher, who was waiting near the entrance of the hotel they stayed in, and Y/n could feel a slight shift in the atmosphere. Jimin, walking a step ahead, seemed to purposefully ignore her, her focus solely on their teacher as if Y/n didn’t exist.
Y/n’s heart sank once again at the sight.
Feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration, Y/n forced herself to concentrate on the teacher’s words. The factory was going to be an interesting experience, and she didn’t want to let Jimin’s attitude ruin it for her. With Heeseung still beside her, she tried to push her concerns aside as they walked together toward the chocolate factory.
She could hear the laughter of the other girls ahead, but Jimin was the one she looked at.
“Jimin, can we talk?” Y/n asked hesitantly as they both entered their room.
The door closed behind them as Jimin turned to face Y/n, her expression unreadable.
“About what?” Jimin replied coolly, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall.
“I just… I wanted to clear the air,” Y/n said, her voice steadying as she spoke. “You've been acting distant since the café and I don't really understand, is something wrong with me?"
That was such pick me of you, Y/n! She slapped for herself mentally.
Jimin’s gaze softened just a fraction, but her expression remained guarded.
"There's nothing wrong with you. I'm just tired." Jimin replied as she turned to face Y/n completely.
"You're not lying to me?" Y/n took a step closer, trying to bridge the gap.
Jimin paused, her defenses wavering for a moment as she contemplated Y/n’s words. The silence hung in the air, and Y/n held her breath, hoping that Jimin wasn't mad at her.
“I am not lying to you. Just prepare yourself while I'm doing my makeup here; we’re going out in an hour, Heeseung and his friends had invited us, remember?" Jimin stated matter-of-factly, her tone leaving little room for argument.
Y/n nodded as she smiled at the taller girl before heading toward the bathroom. Jimin paused for a moment, glancing over her shoulder.
After a moment of silence, Y/n finally stepped out, and Jimin felt something flutter in her chest at the sight of her. Y/n looked stunning, her outfit perfectly complementing her features and giving off an effortless charm. The soft light from the room illuminated her, making her look warm and inviting, and for a moment, Jimin was taken aback by how pretty she looked.
Jimin’s heart raced unexpectedly, the icy facade she had been maintaining beginning to crack.
“Come on, let’s go.” Jimin said as she turned sharply toward the door, a hint of fluster creeping into her cheeks as she avoided making eye contact with Y/n.
Y/n followed closely behind, sensing the sudden shift in Jimin’s demeanor. As they walked past the other girls, who were laughing and chatting, Y/n felt a knot of confusion twist in her stomach.
"Are you okay?" Y/n frowned, trying to understand what had caused this sudden chill.
“I’m fine." Jimin snapped, perhaps a bit too sharply. Her voice was firm, but Y/n could see the slight tremor in her hands as she adjusted her jacket, a telltale sign of her inner turmoil.
“You sure? You seem… different." She ventured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jimin shot her a glance, her eyes filled with an undercurrent of something deeper, something that hinted at her own frustration.
“I said I’m fine." She repeated, crossing her arms defensively.
Giselle, who had been chatting with the other girls, noticed the scene unfolding between Y/n and Jimin. Her brow furrowed in concern as she watched the tension between them, trying to understand what was going on. Y/n shrugged in response, her shoulders rising helplessly.
Y/n glanced back at Jimin, who was now looking away, her expression stubbornly set.
After a moment they walked on, Y/n felt a growing sense of frustration mingling with her confusion. She had hoped the night would be a chance to strengthen their bond, but instead, it felt like they were drifting further apart.
It was weird, she never had friends and here she was getting all frustrated around of the most popular girl in school.
It felt even weirder because as soon as they entered the party, Heeseung began shamelessly flirting with Y/n. The vibrant atmosphere of the place was filled with laughter and music, but all Y/n could focus on was Jimin's eyes as Heeseung pulled his easy charm and he leaned in close to her.
"You look great!" He flashed Y/n a dazzling smile as he yelled over the music into her ear.
Jimin’s expression darkened slightly as she stood back, arms crossed, watching the exchange with a glimmer of anger and irritation.
“Thanks, I guess!” Y/n replied over the music, trying to keep her voice light despite the discomfort settling in her stomach.
She glanced at Jimin, she tried to reach for her hand, her arm, anything. Y/n wasn't sure why, but she needed to feel like Jimin was still beside her, still with her. But instead she was met by two dark obs glaring at Heeseung.
As Heeseung leaned closer, his playful teasing and charm only served to heighten Jimin’s apparent anger as she pulled Y/n away from him.
“Heeseung, what the hell?” Jimin snapped at him, her voice cutting through the loud music.
The sudden outburst drew the attention of the girls and Heeseung's friends, and Y/n felt her heart race at the unexpected tension that had just escalated.
Heeseung looked taken aback, his playful demeanor faltering for a moment as he straightened up, clearly surprised by Jimin’s sharp tone.
"What? I was just—” He began, but Jimin interrupted him.
“Just what?” she shot back, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Y/n hated, she hated how Jimin hands were tightly grabbing onto hers in anger because she knew Jimin wasn't holding it in a act of softness. Perhaps she was reaching for comfort as she yelled at her boyfriend.
“I was just trying to make Y/n feel welcome!" Heeseung replied, his voice tinged with confusion, but Jimin didn’t soften.
“Jimin, it’s fine." Y/n interjected, hoping to ease the mounting tension. “Heeseung was just being friendly.”
Jimin glanced at her, and for a brief moment, her icy facade seemed to crack as she saw Y/n’s genuine attempt to defuse the situation. Y/n took a deep breath, feeling caught between them.
It was the very first time this kind of situation ever happened to her, and she wasn't a fan of it at all.
"Let’s just enjoy the night, okay?” One of Heeseung's friend suggested, trying to shift the focus back to the fun atmosphere around them.
Jimin shook her head in frustration, her blonde long hair swaying gently as she turned away from the bustling party. The vibrant music pulsed through the air, laughter and chatter blending into a lively backdrop, but she felt out of place. Y/n and Giselle exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of concern and understanding, before quickening their pace to catch up with her.
“Hey, wait up!” Y/n called, her voice barely rising above the noise, trying to reach for Jimin's hand again.
Jimin spun around, her face flushed with anger, and without thinking, she pushed Y/n away, the force of the shove surprising both of them. Y/n stumbled back, her eyes widening in shock. The lively atmosphere of the party faded into the background, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.
“Fuck you! You've been nothing but a pain in the ass ever since you came into our lives!" She snapped pointing her finger towards Y/n.
“W-what? I was just trying to be friends with you guys, I didn't meant to make you feel that way..?” Y/n glanced at Giselle, who stood nearby, her expression a mix of concern and confusion.
“What? You thought we were friends with you? You're just some nerdy fucker who keeps following us around!” Jimin shot back, her heart racing.
"Jimin!" Giselle moved closer, trying to mediate the escalating tension.
Y/n heart stopped for a moment, it felt weird to have friends. It felt weird because they weren't her friends, they didn't cared about her, at all.
It felt weird to feel appreciated for once.
Y/n couldn’t stop the tears from falling, hot and unrelenting, tracing down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath. Each drop felt like a shard of glass, piercing through the layers of her heart. She turned away, unable to face Jimin, the weight of the moment suffocating her. The laughter and music from the party faded into a distant hum, leaving only the raw pain of their confrontation.
Jimin’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the tears streaming down Y/n’s face. The realization hit her like a wave, washing away the anger that had fueled her words. Regret flooded her heart, each pang a reminder of how easily things had spiraled out of control.
"Y/n- I didn't meant to say that-!" But Y/n held up a hand, shaking her head as she struggled to compose herself.
"Y/n, I swear this isn't true we wanted to be friends with you!" Giselle stepped in, her heart aching for both of her friends.
For a moment, Y/n looked torn, the tears still flowing freely as she searched Jimin’s gaze for sincerity. Jimin’s heart raced, praying for forgiveness, hoping that they could find their way back from this painful moment.
"Please, just let me explain,” Jimin continued, her voice trembling but earnest. “I never wanted to hurt you like that I-"
“Drop the act, I get it,” Y/n said coldly, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned away from Jimin, her heart heavy with hurt and disbelief.
She began to walk away and Jimin stood frozen, a surge of desperation welling up inside her.
"No, wait!" She tried to call after her but Y/n stepped out into the dimly lit street, snowflakes began to fall, delicate and silent, blanketing the ground in a soft, white layer.
Jimin watched in anguish as Y/n’s figure slowly disappeared into the darkness, the soft glow of streetlamps illuminating her retreating silhouette. Snow began to accumulate on the ground, each flake a reminder of the fragile state of their friendship. Jimin’s heart raced with regret, the words unspoken hanging heavily in the air between them.
“Y/n, please don’t go!” she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion.
But Y/n didn’t stop; she continued walking, leaving Jimin standing alone in the stillness of the night, surrounded by the falling snow.
"Now, what the fuck, Jimin?" Giselle looked at her disappointed as she started running after Y/n.
It felt weird, weird to feel her heart pounding like that for a nerd.
Y/n stepped off the bus as soon as the doors opened, her heart pounding in her chest. She had spent the entire ride next to Giselle, carefully keeping her distance from Jimin, who sat several seats ahead, surrounded by a small group of friends.
The air in the bus had felt thick and suffocating, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension that pressed down on her.
As Y/n stepped out the bus, the cool evening air hit her, refreshing yet stark against the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind, but all she could think about was the hurt and anger that had driven her away from Jimin.
She wished she could just disappear, to retreat back into the shadows where she felt safe and invisible, like she used to before everything got complicated. The thought of going back to her parents, to the familiarity of home, offered a bittersweet comfort.
She longed for the simplicity of her old life, where there were no confrontations, no emotional turmoil, and certainly no heartache.
Y/n perceived her parents waiting by the car, their expressions a mix of concern and anxiety that tugged at her heart. As she approached, her mother stepped forward, a smile on her face trying to hide her nervousness.
"How was it? Was it great? Have you made new friends?" Her father asked behind her mother.
"Yeah, it was really nice. I made plenty of friends." Y/n nodded, forcing a small smile despite the turmoil inside.
Her parents high fived each other relief rushing over them.
“Let’s get you home! You better tell us everything!” He said, opening the back door of the car and gesturing for her to get in.
As her parents climbed into the front seats, Y/n stared out the window, watching the snowflakes dance against the glass. Each flake seemed to mirror her feelings, delicate yet full of chaos. The streets blurred by in a haze of white, but she couldn’t shake the heaviness in her chest.
She met Jimin eyes who was along Heeseung, she seemed desperate for to talk to her. Y/n only turn her look away as her parents drove away.
Y/n had been away for the weekend, visiting relatives, and now that she was back home, a familiar sense of loneliness enveloped her. The quiet house felt oddly empty, the silence only broken by the soft hum of the heater. After the whirlwind of emotions from the party and the fallout with Jimin, she found herself craving a distraction, something to pull her away from the heaviness in her heart.
When Giselle texted her, asking if she wanted to hang out, Y/n jumped at the chance. The prospect of spending time with her friend lifted her spirits, offering a welcome escape from her thoughts. “Of course! I’d love to,” she replied quickly, a sense of anticipation stirring within her.
A little while later, the doorbell rang, and Y/n rushed to answer it.
But instead of seeing Giselle standing by the poarch, she was met by Jimin.
"Oh hell no." Y/' said as she was about to close the door but the blonde girl stopped her.
“I’ve driven around the whole town and got stuck in traffic just for you to hear me out." Jimin breathed out, her voice steady but laced with urgency. "Did you knew your house is at the opposite of my place?"
Y/n felt a mix of surprise and apprehension wash over her. The night air was crisp, and the distant sounds of the bustling town seemed to fade away as she focused on Jimin’s intense expression. The weight of their unresolved conflict hung heavy between them, and Y/n wasn’t sure if she was ready to confront it.
“Please, just give me a chance to explain myself.” Jimin urged, stepping closer, her voice softer now but no less earnest. "Actually, I'm terrible with words and usually they got stuck in my throat. But, you're the best nerd I ever had the chance to meet, you made this week so special and it felt like we were meant to cross paths. But I got scared, I got scared because you're something new, this whole world you have on your own, it's so different than mine."
Y/n took a step back, feeling the turmoil within her bubbling to the surface. She wanted to be angry, to hold onto the hurt, but she also felt a flicker of hope at Jimin’s words.
"And I'm so sorry, for letting you thinking we acted in a act of pure of pity but it wasn't. You're not an act of pity, Y/n." Jimin finally finished, you could see her red cheeks and the way she was moving her hands.
She was nervous, and it was the very first time ever you had seen her in this state.
With the air thick with honesty and vulnerability, Y/n knew they were at a turning point, one that could either mend their friendship or push them further apart. But for the first time in days, she felt the possibility of healing.
“Get in, you’re not even wearing a coat! You’re going to catch a cold." Y/n said, her voice laced with concern as she glanced at Jimin standing outside in the frigid air, shivering slightly.
Jimin hesitated for just a moment, her breath visible in the cold night air, swirling around her like a ghost before she stepped closer. A small, grateful smile broke across her face as she opened the car door and slipped inside, the warmth of the house enveloping her like a comforting embrace.
“Thanks." She murmured, tucking her hands under her thighs to warm them.
“Okay, but playing Minecraft at your age is really nerdy of you,” Jimin affirmed, her tone playful as she lay sprawled on Y/n’s bed, propped up on her elbows.
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of fairy lights creating a cozy atmosphere, and the faint sounds of the game played from Y/n’s laptop resting on her lap.
"But you've been watching me play for an hour now. I think you like nerdy things." Y/n rolled her eyes, a grin tugging at her lips.
"Yeah and that's why I like you, my nerdy bestfriend." Jimin laughed, shaking her head as she watched the other girl's focused expression.
Y/n felt a sting in her heart but she decided to play it cool, still looking at her screen.
“Did I upset you?” Jimin asked, with a soft smile as she watched Y/n’s expression shift.
“No.” Y/n replied, her eyes glistening slightly as she fought to keep her emotions in check.
“Are you sure I didn't upset you by calling you 'my nerdy bestfriend'” Jimin insisted, her tone urgent as she leaned in closer. "Y/n?"
Y/n looked away, staring out the window as the world outside blurred past, lost in thought. Her head filled with a million thoughts.
“You’re not great at hiding your feelings, you know." Jimin remarked with a half-smile, glancing sideways at Y/n.
"What?" Y/n cheeks flushed slightly, and she laughed softly in panick, shaking her head. “What are you talking about?”
Jimin chuckled getting closer to Y/n, her hands touching Y/n cheeks.
“I know you like me.” Jimin teased and Y/n sweared she felt her heart drop in her stomach. "I've tried to talk to you about it, but you're so oblivious it's getting annoying."
"Don't hate me, I swear I don't know how to deal with this kind of things! I didn't meant to feel that way about you, especially since Heeseung and you are getting better–!" She couldn't even finish her rambling, the blonde had already pushed herself onto the younger.
Her lips met Y/n’s, and they felt like sweetsm soft and inviting, like the sugary confections that melted on the tongue. The moment was unexpected yet electrifying, an explosion of warmth that sent a rush of exhilaration through Y/n’s body. It was as if time had slowed, the world around them fading into a distant blur as they surrendered to the sweetness of the kiss.
Y/n was kissing, Yu Jimin. She was kissing someone else girlfriend, but she felt a wave of emotions crashing over her: surprise, joy, and a spark deep within her.
She could taste the remnants of the strawberry lip balm Jimin had worn, a flavor that was both familiar and intoxicating. The kiss lingered, a perfect balance of tenderness and eagerness, as if they were savoring a treasured treat.
"I guess obliviousness goes with the nerd act, doesn't it?" Jimin smiled shyly, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
“Yeah, it does." Y/n agreed, feeling the heat radiate between them. "But what about Heeseung?"
"I broke up with him a while ago, he had clearly a crush on you, just like I have." Jimin laughed again as she caressed Y/n cheek.
A comfortable silence enveloped them, charged with the weight of what had just happened. In that instant, everything felt different—more vibrant, more alive. They both knew this kiss had shifted their friendship into uncharted territory, opening up a world of possibilities neither had dared to imagine before.
“But most importantly, are we okay?” Jimin asked, her eyes searching for Y/n’s, trying to understand what was going on in her head.
“We’re more than okay." Y/n nodded her head multiple times, making Jimin laugh loudly.
As they sat there, the taste of sweetness still lingering between them, Y/n felt a sense of hope and excitement blossom in her chest. They were on the brink of something new, and she was ready to embrace it.
It felt weird being liked by Yu Jimin.
# AN: it's my very first fic so I am sorry if it seems rushed or if it's not as good as it could've been !
izzy806
pixelskylines
amandla
stormborns