"Rosella?" Jimin's voice was soft as he answered the phone. It wasn't late, only eight o'clock, so I was unsure of why I felt so timid.
"Hey, Jimin. I have a question.." The other line went quiet for a bit, the only sound being that on whispers on Jimin's part, whispers I couldn't make out. Finally, after a few long, nerve wracking seconds, Jimin's voice came back into the receiver.
"Sorry about that, I'm with Namjoon-hyung, what can I help you with?" He asked. I gulped and suddenly felt very bad for interrupting. I should have known Jimin would be busy.
"Oh its nothing, i didnt know you were busy, im sorry," i mumbled sheepishly. Jimin tsked at me and said,
"No no. We arent really doing anything together, he's working on something. What did you need?"
I bit my lip in thought. I had two choices. I could either be honest and ask him to come over or I could make up some fake question and hang up quickly. As nervous as I was, I made the choice.
"Jimin.... I dont wanna be alone," i said.

Twenty minutes and one almost panic attack later, a knock came on my door. I quickly opened the door and pulled jimin inside. He, looking slightly taken aback, allowed me to drag him into my living room. The lights were off as my aunt and I had spent almost her whole visit in my kitchen. Jimin plopped down onto my couch and I followed suit. The boy's eyes widened and he asked, "what are you sitting so far away for?" My cheeks heated up in a hot blush and I scooted closer to Jimin. He smiled his cute eye smile and grabbed my arm, pulling me even closer. So close in fact that I was practically leaning on him. The smell of his cologne was different than what he ususally wore and it was oddly familiar. It smelled like.... Jungkook's. I shook the thought away. I was with Jimin, and thats who I needed to be thinking about. I relaxed my body and Jimin comfortingly wrapped his arms around me.
"So are you gonna tell me whats bothering you or are you gonna keep avoiding it?" He asked. I gulped and sorted through my thoughts. The way my aunt put it earlier. Jungkook was seductive and addicting, his presence excited and confused me. I'd felt an attraction to him since we first met. But was that just.... lust? Was it just me wanting not him as a person, but his body? What if that was ALL there was to it? And Jimin... He was...so sweet. He took care of me when I needed someone, he was always there and always did his best to make me feel good. 1
"Can i ask you something and you be honest?" I asked. Jimin cocked his head at me curiously and said, "yeah of course,"
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
"Jimin, how do you feel about me?"

Author's note: super short but at least its an updattteeee! I had put this one on hold but i really wanna finish it and I'm in the midst of an existential crisis and i usually get lots of inspiration when i get like this lol.