Jimin:

I slosh my drink about, staring into the bottom of the plastic cup. I down the last of the clear liquid, and wince at the sharp taste. Since my alcohol cup is empty now, the loneliness is filling up again.

I'm not just gonna stand here.
I begin to push my way through the crowd.

'Hey Jimin!' Su calls out as she sees me pass. She walks up to me and leans into me. I raise my arms and turn my head away, trying to back away but only walking backwards into the wall.

'Great party huh?' She begins, biting her lip. I do not have time for this.

'What do you want?' I say coldly.

'Hmmm, just the most gorgeous guy in the school...' she hums, leaning in to kiss me. I swerve her like
I was water and she was oil. Woaahhh. No way. This isn't happening a second time. She is barking up the wrong tree, believe me. I slide swiftly out of the space between her and the wall behind me. She calls out to me, but I've learnt to block out everything that comes out of her mouth. I can only think about what just happened with Jungkook.
I hear her scream at me, and turn round to see she has thrown her drink on the floor and is in some state of a tantrum.

I ignore her and anyone else calling my name as I look around for somewhere away from everyone. I find the stair case, and walk up it before collapsing at the top. I drag myself up and stagger into what I hope is the bathroom.
I lock the door behind me, find the toilet quickly and throw up whatever alcohol I had in my body. Eurgh - disgusting. At least I feel more sobered up now. I clean up, running the sink tap and splashing cold water on my face. I look up at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I look a mess. I sigh and sink down against the cold floor, leaning my arm against the bath tub.
I stare up at the ceiling, feeling completely lost. How was I supposed to live like this? I can't do it to myself anymore.

I'm left with two options.

One, continue living as I am now without being with Jungkook - having to see him every day knowing he isn't mine. Or two, living in a world where Jungkook was mine, but having to face the judgement of everyone around me, my classmates, the gang, my dad. It seems like I can't win either way. What a pitiful existence. Fiction was beginning to look more realistic than me and Jungkook working out.

Someone knocks at the door, shaking the handle about. 'GO AWAY!' I yell, not giving a damn whether I was being rude or not. I hear their footsteps walk away along with a tut.

I let him go again just now. Just like I had been doing so for so long.
I couldn't let it happen again.

I pull myself up and swing the bathroom door open, running downstairs at least two steps at a time.

I run straight out of the house and into the cold of the night. Maybe I could catch up with him...

I see Taehyung leaning against the fence conversing with a few people.
I push through them and grab him by the collar. 'Jungkook - did you see him leave?!' I ask him, cutting straight to the point. He looks me up and down like his jacket was made of the most priceless gold and I just grabbed it with dirty hands.

'What's it to you?!' he retaliates.
I shake him slightly, still gripping tightly onto his collar, the people around him looking at me like I was crazy, not knowing what to do.
'I saw him walk that way, like ten minutes ago. Now will you get off me? You psycho!'

I let him go and his friends flock to him asking if he was okay, as I walk off and start to run in the direction he pointed.

The wind cuts into my cheeks as I run, blowing into my face and making my eyes water a little. As if walking semi-drunk was hard, running was proving to be ten times harder. I almost slip before regaining my pace, frantically searching around for any sign of him. Eventually the outline of a figure becomes visible.

I see Jungkook in the distance, walking along the street, hands huddled in his pockets. I slow to a walk behind him as I call out. 'JUNGKOOK!' I shout as loud as I can using the remaining breath I had after running. He stops walking and turns around slowly to look at me. He looks like he's been crying. I walk up to him so we're face to face. 'Jungkook, I'm sorry for before.'

Jungkook:

I'm tired of doing this.
What was WITH him?! Does he likes girls? Does he like guys? Both?!
I CAN'T TELL!! Every time I feel like there's ever any hope of him feeling the same way, he kills it like water on a flame. 

Jimin:

He breathes out, wispy clouded breath trailing upwards into the darkness.
We remain silent for a moment before he speaks.

'...I get it Jimin - you're ashamed of me okay?! I GET IT. I'm tired of being someone's embarrassment. You have a lot to lose. I GET IT. But for God's sake Jimin at least do yourself a favour and ADMIT that you're not quite the Park Jimin you and everyone else believes you are...'

He turns to walk away.

'Wait Jungkook let me finish, about before - I'm sorry for-'

'I don't want your apology!'
He snaps back as he turns back around to face me. 'I don't need you to say sorry because-'

'I'm sorry for not kissing you!'
I blurt out.

He falls silent, and his mouth quivers slightly, not knowing what to reply.

We couldn't work right? The gang member and the flower boy. It's ridiculous right? It sounds like a fairy tale story for crying out loud.
A work of fiction.
It'll mess up my whole life.

But if I don't do this I don't know how I'll be able to cope. Cope with seeing him everyday, sitting next to him every day, thinking about him...every day.

This is crazy Jimin. Absolutely mad.
I was going to sabotage my life for a chance of fiction.

'I LIKE YOU OKAY?!' I shout.
That's it. I've admitted it.

We stand there, facing each other, our breathing the only sound filling the gap between us. Jungkook looks as though he's seen a ghost, eyes wide, staring right at me, lips hung slightly apart.

Well done Jimin. You've really messed up now. How's that fairy tale working out for you?

Jungkook:

He...likes me...? I don't know what to say, standing there staring back at him.
Jimin. Park Jimin. Likes...me?!
Of course, I had hopes something could be there but...I just thought it was wishful thinking. Like I was creating my own little fantasy, an illusion in my head, my own little one sided love.
I stand there not knowing what to say or how to express my feelings back to him.

It feels weird, really weird - knowing your crush likes you back. I mean how often does it happen? It doesn't seem real, like it's all some cruel practical joke. It has to be right? I refuse to believe I am the lucky one who actually got his crush to like him back.
Is he still drunk?

The way Jimin looks at me though pushes all my doubts aside. I scour his face for any sign of deception, but find nothing. He's serious about this...

Jimin:

Great, you left him speechless. Oh my God Jimin you broke him and just made things so awkward for yourself. Do you hate yourself that much? Cause you've really screwed yourself over now. And you have to sit next him every day GOD JIMIN UGHHH.

I should leave. This is just embarrassing. I just admitted my feelings to him, put everything on the line and he can't even reply to me.
I turn to leave, humiliated.

'Jimin wait!' I hear him call behind me. I turn back around.

Before I can even rotate myself fully,
I stumble back as Jungkook crashes into me, only just keeping my footing. He wraps his arms around me, and buries his head into my shoulder.
I'm startled for a second.
Are we hugging right now? Does this mean...? A wave of happiness rises through my body, almost bringing me to tears. I lower my arms to wrap around his body, before melting completely into his arms.