48 – YG perspective
I woke up the next morning annoyingly early. It was about 11 am, too early for lunch. I lay back in bed and checked my phone lazily. A text from Jimin instantly made me smile. God, that was a good feeling. I unlocked my phone and read,
Jimiminie: hyung, I feel better today :)
Jimiminie: thanks for taking care of me yesterday, I had a great time
Jimiminie: do you wanna meet up later
Jimiminie: if you don't have classes of course
Mine: not important classes
Jimiminie: youre gonna fail college
Mine: I way prefer you to lectures
Jimiminie: lol not what you said last time
Mine: …
Mine: too soon
Jimiminie: agreed lmao that hurt
Mine: im sorry
Jimiminie: make it up to me by buying me starbucks x
Mine: omw
Jimiminie: best bf
Mine: no u
Still smiling dumbly at my phone, I jumped out of bed, forgetting everything about being tired. I got dressed quickly but as nicely as possible in ripped jeans and Jimin's favourite hoodie (he'd stolen it so many times by now it smelled of him) and left the dorm. I was missing a Japanese class but I didn't really care.
It took me about ten minutes to speed-walk to Starbucks. I had sort of forgotten it was nearly November and I regretted not wearing intact jeans instead. I was thankful for central heating when I got there as my body immediately flushed. Well, central heating and Park Jimin.
He still didn't look great. He was red, accentuated by his favourite red jacket, and he looked so tired that I regretted agreeing to come here on some level. On second thoughts, I would have still gone to see him today anyway. At least he can get iced coffee here. His face brightened when he saw me and I walked over and sat opposite him.
"Hi hyung," he smiled and I grinned back. "What?" he laughed and I rested my head on my hands.
"Just admiring the view," I flirted and he burst out laughing.
"I look gross and you know it," he croaked and I stood up.
"Still my type. What do you want?" I asked and he rolled his eyes cutely.
"I'll have whatever you're having," he answered.
"You don't like Americanos," I reminded him and he cringed,
"Gross, no. I'll have a caramel macchiato- "
"Iced," I insisted and he smiled,
"Of course." I walked off to order, internally curious as to how anyone could handle something so sweet. Coffee is designed to be bitter. Caramel does not belong in coffee. Period. At least there's something in the world that can match Jimin in terms of tooth-rotting sweetness.
I ordered for both of us and waited to collect the drinks. I heard Jimin giggle from across the room and flicked my head around to see what made him laugh. He was talking to someone I had never seen before. He was tall and ginger with round glasses. Scowling at him from across the Starbucks, I collected my drinks and walked back to our table.
"Hey, who are you?" I asked the guy. He looked at me from my seat and smiled.
"Oh, hey. I just came to check on Jimin." He pointed to Jimin as if I didn't know who he was. I rolled my eyes and set down Jimin's drink in front of him.
"That doesn't answer my question," I stated flatly. I could feel Jimin looking at me but I ignored him. The guy's smile faltered but ultimately remained.
"I'm Park Jaehyung," he replied. I didn't know this person and I wanted him away from my boyfriend.
"How do you know Jimin?" I asked him and he looked uncomfortable under the scrutiny.
"I-I don't," he confessed and I laughed cynically.
"Tryna flirt with my boyfriend then? Get the fuck out, he's taken." I ramped it up a couple of notches, tired of this situation. He raised his hands.
"No, I know. You're Min Yoongi, right? I'm Seokjin and Namjoon's roommate. They had class and told me to get him coffee for when they get back. I recognised Jimin from photos and I knew he was sick so I thought I'd check on him for them," he excused himself quickly and I relaxed immediately.
"Oh, hey. Why didn't you say something earlier?" I smiled and Jimin huffed before hitting me lightly.
"I'm sorry, his overprotective boyfriend switch is broken," Jimin said and Jaehyung laughed.
"It's okay. Just as long as I don't get punched again, you're not the worst overprotective boyfriend I've run into." I smirked at this. He was sitting down, but he looked about 8 feet tall; I had no idea who would dare to punch him, but kudos to them for trying. He stood up and confirmed my thoughts. "Anyway, I should get their drinks. They said they were gonna call you, by the way. Said a lot happened last night," he shrugged and began to walk off.
"Wait, what happened? Do you know?" Jimin asked, ever on the search for drama. Jaehyung smiled,
"I feel like you should hear it from them," he tried but Jimin was persistent.
"Come on," he pouted. "I'm bored," was his excuse and I laughed.
"Well… I don't know the details because I wasn't exactly a part of this conversation," he admitted. "But there was a break-up, apparently- "
"That's got to be Hoseok," I realised instantly. Jimin frowned,
"No, that's so sad! We've got to call him." I nodded and then looked back to Jaehyung.
"And someone else got really drunk. They actually said "baby," so I'm guessing it was not quite legal, too. That's all I know, don't me, don't come for me, don't shoot the messenger, have a nice day," he grinned and walked off, leaving me and Jimin to speculate.
"So, that's either Taehyung or Jungkook. Who's the most likely to get drunk out of those two?" I asked and Jimin giggled,
"Neither of them. Tae despises alcohol and there isn't a store in Korea that would serve a kid like Jungkook."
"I guess we'll see when they call," I shrugged and sipped my drink. In hindsight, it was dumb to order a cold drink when I don't have heatstroke and I was literally just complaining about it being cold on the way here. I shivered and Jimin noticed.
"Are you cold?" he asked and I nodded. He slid his chair to my side of the table and put his hand on my thigh. "I can fix that." He rubbed his hand up and down my leg but it didn't feel like he was trying to warm me up. It was slow and felt oh so flirty. And I was 100% here for it.
"Chim, what are you doing?" I tried to bite back a smile. He looked up at me innocently.
"I'm warming you up. Is it not working?" he pouted. "Maybe this'll help." In a second, he was straddling my lap. Arms around my neck. In Starbucks. I looked up at him, impressed.
"Wow, what's gotten into you?" I asked, fully aware of the several pairs of eyes that had flicked in our direction. Two guys very nearly making out in a public place wasn't really a usual sight. He moved his lips to my ear and whispered,
"I have left my room three times in the last two weeks. I'm bored. Let me have fun, hyung." His mouth grazed my cheek and I was blushing so hard.
"Later, Jimin. Not here." I kissed him lightly and pushed him gently. He reluctantly flipped back into his seat.
"You're boring. I'm gonna go out with Jaehyung," he whined.
"Again, not in the market for getting punched," Jaehyung piped up as he walked past us on the way out. I laughed. Jimin blushed. We said bye to him and carried on talking. I had never been one for touchy-feely, PDA-heavy relationships but then again, I had never really been one for relationships. I guess Jimin could help me be a little less boring.