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Y/n

Sometimes, Y/n missed college.

It had been a week and a half since the trip commenced, and in that time, she found herself thinking she was a college kid, not a college graduate. It was the strangest feeling, and one she couldn't put into words, not even as she sat on the edge of the hot tub in her unicorn-themed one-piece bathing suit.

She was aware of how childish it made her look, but she didn't care. She was tired of being hated simply for wanting to be more feminine and like certain "feminine" things. Men had told her her entire life that she couldn't enjoy things like One Direction, Justin Bieber, the Barbie movie, the color pink, and far more. Enough was enough.

Her toes swirled around in the water as the jets pumped out and dominated the soundscape. In the few moments of quiet she got, she could hear the crickets creaking and the tree leaves blowing in the wind. That gave her plenty of time to ponder the life she had left behind and the new one she had waiting for her.

The backyard felt like their own little space. Their own little universe. If she didn't hear the crickets and occasional birds flapping their wings, she would think she were isolated from the rest of the world back there. For a moment, she felt like a true main character. That was the point of life, right? Trying to find how to make yourself the main character. Y/n had tried figuring it out for years. It seemed to never work.

"Hey, darling," Jimin's voice said, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. She peeked up and saw a shirtless Jimin approaching, swim trunks on and his messy hair in front of his face. "Mind if I join you?"

"Well, you already took off your shirt, so..."

Jimin shrugged and got in the tub with her, dragging her ass into the water and snickering when she splashed him. His hair dampened right away, flattening on his face and getting darker than before. The droplets dribbled down his shoulders and sharp collarbone, and the rest of the water swirled around his chest, distorting her view of his smooth skin. He didn't have a six-pack, but he had tone regardless. To be honest, his tits were more defined than hers. They had more muscle. Hers were just kinda... there.

"Thinking?" Jimin asked once he stopped water fighting her, and Y/n nodded as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"What gave it away?"

"There was smoke coming out of your ears."

She whacked his chest. Some water splashed up as a result. "Asshole."

"I know, I know," Jimin said with a chuckle, twirling her wet hair and squeezing it a bit. More water dripped down and joined the rest of the warm tub. "But is everything okay in Y/n land? Anything you wanna talk about?"

"I'm okay. Thank you, Minnie. You? Everything okay with you?"

Jimin hummed and coaxed her head back so they could lock eyes. "I'm in a hot tub with my best friend in an expensive ass house. What more could I ask for?"

"Alcohol and sex?"

"Okay, but we have alcohol inside, and you've said many times that you'd fuck me."

"Can you blame me?" Y/n motioned to his toned body. "You know damn well you're hot shit."

Jimin smirked. "Wanna show me how much?"

"Shut up."

Jimin laughed and brought her back to rest on his shoulder, and he rubbed her arm with his hand. Y/n stayed there, letting the jets ease her sore bones from years upon years of stress and academia. For once, she wasn't worried about the future. She'd get a job and gain independence. And all while being able to be near Jimin instead of countless miles apart.

"But I'm really okay, Y/n," Jimin said, holding her a bit closer than before. "I haven't seen you in so long. You're all I need to be happy."

"Simp."

"Oh, shush, we're having a moment." Jimin tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at her. It was an eye smile that made it impossible to tell if he could see her or not. "You know I love you, right? More than anything."

"I know. I love you, too."

They had a close friendship. Some might say too close, but the truth was, they were platonic soulmates through and through. Y/n joked about fucking Jimin, but she probably wouldn't.

Probably.

Jimin was her best friend. He had seen her naked, in tears, with blood on her arms. Self-inflicted blood. He had been the one to bandage her and hold her all night while begging her to stay with him. Not her parents, not another friend—Park Jimin. Jimin had been the one to make her meals every day for a month straight when she broke her ankle and couldn't walk for a while. Once again, there had been tears, and he had wiped away each one.

And the same applied vice versa.

Y/n had seen Jimin starving himself to the point of passing out in her arms multiple times. She had witnessed him fainting from how hard he worked, including passing out backstage after practices and performances. That was without mentioning how much pressure he put on himself to the point of explosion. There had been times he had lashed out at her only to apologize not even a minute afterwards, and those apologies were him cradling her and sobbing while pleading with her not to leave him. She never did, and she never would.

You don't go through things like that without it changing you, and in Y/n and Jimin's cases, they saw one another as their rocks. Their safe places where they could be their most vulnerable. That was why it had never been romantic feelings; it went beyond that. They were each other's person, and that meant more than anything to Y/n.

No words came after that. They enjoyed their night together, cuddled up in the hot tub while Y/n fell into her thoughts and pondered her after-graduation plans. Jobs and working were the two items on the list to cross off. That was a summer project she'd handle when the time came, about halfway into their trip, but for the time being, she could relax. Relax with her best friend-

"What the fuck."

The second male voice intruded the serenity, and Y/n snapped up in time to see Jeon Jungkook standing there with his jaw slacked and his doe-like eyes bulging. Like Jimin, he had no shirt on, and he did, in fact, have a six pack. He had broad shoulders and a sharp neck leading to an equally sharp jawline, and Y/n let herself feast on the eye candy before her. Jungkook didn't seem to care, seeing as his attention was on Jimin.

"Why the hell are you so close to her, dude?" Jungkook asked, stomping forward with his upper lip curled toward the sky and his hands clamping into fists. The white towel thrown over his shoulder slipped off thanks to how fast he went. "Give her some personal space, will you?"

"Um, hello, you used to put gum in her hair. I don't think you're in any position to be lecturing me about personal space, Jeon." Jimin rolled his eyes and swam forward, getting to the edge of the tub. Jungkook stood right in front of them, just outside the water, and Jimin batted his eyelashes at the man. "Why do you care, hm?"

"Because you're a clingy puppy who never leaves the poor girl alone. Don't you think she's tired of you?"

"I could never get tired of Jimin," Y/n interrupted, swimming in front of her best friend and narrowing her gaze. "My friendship with Jimin is none of your business."

"Doesn't seem like just a friendship."

"And if that were the case, that wouldn't be any of your business either. Jimin had the kindness in his heart to let you on this trip, so why don't you show some damn respect. This isn't high school anymore, so stop acting like it is. I don't know why you're so pissy about my friend being my friend, but it needs to stop unless you want us to boot you back to California early."

Jungkook stiffened at that. "You'd send me back over this?"

"Yes, I would. Jimin organized this vacation for us, and what do you do? Shit all over him instead of growing the fuck up. Bullying isn't cute, Jungkook."

"That's hilarious coming from you."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, don't give me that," Jungkook said with a scoff. "You used to be all egotistical and braggy, always rubbing it in my face when I didn't get as good a grade as you. You called me more names than I ever called you, sweetheart."

"I was a kid. Trash talk was a thing back then, believe it or not."

"Okay, that's enough!" Jimin shouted, his voice echoing in the great outdoors. "I don't care how fucked up your childhoods were and how annoying you guys were in high school. Just shut up, drink your asses off, and ignore each other, 'kay? I can tell I'll get real damn tired of having to babysit this bullshit if it continues, so please do me a favor and shut the fuck up. How does that sound?"

"Whatever, Jimin. Maybe if you weren't such a lapdog, you'd see your best friend isn't the little angel you think she is." Jungkook jabbed a finger in Y/n's direction. "I bullied you for a reason. Some people deserve it, and trust me, you needed to be knocked down a peg."

"Trying to justify your bullying is disgusting, Jeon," Y/n said in a drawl, leaning her arm on the side of the tub. "So why don't you walk away while you can?"

Jungkook lingered for longer than needed, and then, he departed, stomping like he had before. When the door shut behind him, Y/n sighed and peeped over at Jimin.

"I'm sorry."

Jimin grunted and sat in front of the closest jet so the bubbles would hit his back. "Don't be. It's not your fault he's an asshole."

"Yeah, but he was extra asshole right there. He's been kind of tame so far. That felt pretty out of nowhere."

Aside from the pet store. He was unstable there, too. But at the house? That was unexpected, to say the least. What was it about seeing Jimin with Y/n that triggered Jungkook so much? Y/n wasn't sure she wanted to know. It wasn't like she had the patience to listen to Jungkook's reasoning anyway.

"Don't care. We leave for Utah soon, and I don't want to have to babysit the whole flight. Can we drop it and go back to cuddling? I'm too tired for this bullshit."

Y/n snuggled up on his chest. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I will be. Just stressed. Graduation, job-hunting, Jungkook... it adds up." Jimin wrapped his arms around her. "But I have you and Seul. You're all I need."

"Do you not care about Chae, Tae, or Yoongi?" she asked with a laugh.

"Why of course, but none of them compare to my two lovelies."

He returned the laugh with his squeaky, hiccup-filled one and kept her close. Even over the jets, Y/n could hear Jimin's heartbeat thanks to her ear being pressed against his chest. The night went back to tranquility, and the Jungkook encounter was long forgotten in favor of relaxation. But that didn't change how they were going to Utah, leaving Florida behind. The house they'd be in would be much smaller, and Y/n would be closer to Jungkook.

What could go wrong?

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