[ilove_joon]

Jimin's POV

Jackson Wang. How do I even begin to explain Jackson Wang? Well, I guess you can consider him as the Hoseok of the Straight kids. The leader. The guy that every girl and almost every gay guy wants to fuck. My middle school best friend. He and I were the closest duo from 6th-8th grade, while Hoseok and I were elementary best friends. I was caught between them both at the start of high school.

And now, my middle school best friend is sprinting up and down the field - practically at the speed of light - as part of their warm-up, alongside Namjoon. I have to admit, Jackson is pretty hot. But I've never thought of him as more than a friend. I can only imagine how absolutely repulsed he'd be if I ever told him that I liked him that way.

When they have finished their sprints, the football team makes its way towards the bleachers where I'm watching. Jackson slides next to me, chugging a bottle of Gatorade. His hair is pushed back and his forehead gleams with sweat. His plain gray shirt is drenched with his perspiration, outlining his perfect figure. A truly erotic sight, if you ask me. But let's push those thoughts away for now. I'm with the Straights at the moment.

"Ayee, Jimin! What'd you think of my sprints?" he asks, putting his muscular arm around me.

"You were fast. Now take your sweaty-ass armpit away from me," I joke, pushing his arm away

"C'mon, what's a little sweat gonna do to you? And I sure as hell was fast. Almost as fast as how quickly it took to make Wendy cum when I fucked her yesterday," he brags.

Here we go again.

I nod and laugh as if to say, "Yeah, Jackson. I totally wanna know all about your sex life because that's just sooo cool." I always have to react this way with him.

"Speaking of hot chicks like Wendy, I've been thinking, and dude, if you wanna establish your place with us, you gotta go out with a girl," Jackson says, rubbing his chin.

"Oh my God, Jackson, not this bullshit again," I huff. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't  need a relationship right now."

"That's what you always say, man! I'm just looking out for you. You should seriously consider it before I chuck you into the open arms of those gay shits," he scowls.

Okay, no. I don't want that at all. So I guess I have to choose. Give going out with a girl a try to keep Jackson happy, or completely run away and become a social outcast with the Gays? Why do I have to put up with shit like this? The thought of hanging out with a girl, just me and her, makes me kind of uncomfortable.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and look to Jackson, who had been staring at me expectantly the whole time. Guess I have to give in to his attempt to define my sexuality for me again.I sigh, just done with this entire situation.

"You know what, fine. I give up. I'll go out with a goddamn girl. You win. Are you happy?" Jackson jumps up in joy.

"I'm fucking delighted, Jimin. So now that you've decided not to be a stubborn little bitch, I have a couple girls in mind for you. But there's one in particular that I think you'd like," he smirks.

I brace myself for some crazy suggestion, like a slut or some eccentric stripper he met a week ago, and ask him, "Who?"

He replies with one name.

"Rosé.

"Never heard of her."

"Who?" I ask.

He points towards the other side of the field. Black and white cheerleading uniforms... so the cheerleaders practicing at the moment are Straights. He wolf whistles loud enough for the girls to hear and turn around.

"Sana, you're looking extra fine today!" he yells, winking in her way.

She blushes before turning around again.

"See the girl who's on Sana's right?" Jackson asks me.

I scan around a I see her. He wasn't lying when he said he'd think I'd like her. She's fucking gorgeous. Her blonde hair is tied up in a black bow, away from her face. Her...face. It's dainty yet round, and I can see the sparkle in her brown eyes from where I'm sitting. As if that didn't turn me on enough, she was being held up in the air until she was thrown upwards. Her backflip seemed like it was in slow motion; her form was perfect and she looked so graceful. Damn.

"Y-Yeah.. I see her," I tell Jackson.

"Hot, huh? Her name is Park Chaeyoung, but she goes by Rosé. Probably because she's as pretty as a rose, but as dangerous as one as well. She's known to break lots of hearts."I hum and look away, barely paying attention to Jackson's babbling.

She may have been pretty, but that doesn't mean I want to get into her panties already. I'm not like Jackson. Once he sees one hot chick, he'll be sliding into her slutty shorts within minutes.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" Namjoon comes and sits on Jackson's other side. "Who are you staring at?"

"I was just getting Jimin to notice Rosé," Jackson explains.

"Oooh, finally giving a girl a chance? Congrats, man," he teases, punching my arm. I rub at it sensitively. Even Hoseok doesn't hit that hard.

"Shut up, I only agreed because Jackson was being especially annoying today," I complain.

"Hmm. You wanna talk to Rosé? Got it," Namjoon says, completely disregarding my pleads against it, "Jungkook! Taehyung! Call your girlfriends. Oh, and tell them to bring Rosé."

They both grumble at this order, stopping their own conversation in which they were sat ridiculously close together, and yell at the cheerleaders across the field.

"JENNIE!" Taehyung screams.

"LISA!" Jungkook shrieks. The girls look to each other and roll their eyes at their loud-ass boyfriends.

"BRING ROSÉ, TOO!" the friends manage to cry out at the same time.Jennie runs towards Taehyung and Lisa grabs Rosé's hand, probably telling her to join them.

"God, please no. No," I mutter to myself.

"What was that?" Jackson asks."Nothing."

By the time he shakes his head at me disbelievingly, the three girls have shown up.

"What did you want, babe?" Jennie asks, sitting on Taehyung's lap.

"Not right now," he says, pushing her off. "We just needed Rosé."

Jennie rubs her ass and huffs at her boyfriend, walking away. She doesn't look that upset though, her eyes now firmly fixed on Lisa.

"Then why would you call us all instead of just her?" Lisa asks Jungkook.

"Because girls travel everywhere together. The bathroom, the mall, the bathroom, Victoria's Secret, the bathroom, the sex shop, the bathroom," Jungkook replies.

I scoff and roll my eyes. He doesn't know anything about girls like I do. And he calls himself an international playboy.

"Ummmm no we don't," Lisa says before running after Jennie.

"I'm pretty sure she just contradicted her own statement," Namjoon remarks.

"What did you need me for?" Rosé asks politely.

"Hey, Rosie! I just was wondering if you wanted to meet my friend Jimin," Jackson smiles.

"Oh, I know Jimin. We were all in the same middle school," she grins.

Wait. Really? Damn, was I THAT bad at noticing girls?

"S-Sorry.. I don't think we've formally met," I start awkwardly, giving her my hand. She shakes it kindly.

"It's fine, Jimin! I already consider you a friend. I mean, it's kind of hard not to notice someone as hot as you," she says, a bright pink colour tinting her cheeks.

"Same with you," I smile.

"Okay, well, sorry to disturb your cheer practice," Joon says. "I'm throwing a party tonight at my place. You should come. Tell Jennie and Lisa, too, since I didn't get a chance to tell them myself."

"I'll definitely be there if you'll be there, Jimin," she blushes.

All football players' eyes are now set on me. What I say can change everything in a second. Jackson looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head, Taehyung and Jungkook look at me with nervous faces, and all the other players are staring at me with great intensity. Had I not been under such pressure, I would've found it hella hot.

"I'll go," I decide, resulting in cheers from all the Straight jocks and a shy smile from Rosé. I wanted to spend tonight studying, but this is yet another sacrifice to make, just to keep my peers satisfied. Who knew I'd regret my decision so much later on?

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