Another week, another set of failed girls.

You were on the last of the set right now, watching as Jimin completed the final action of the night, reaching for her hand. Kim Yeona was a truly beautiful girl, and you couldn't help but admire how good the two of them looked in the moonlight. They fit each other.

She was exactly his type as well, small and cute, with a killer aegyo. She was smart and nice, and you prayed to the heavens she was the one.

It had now been three weeks since the beginning of this search, and the whole situation was causing a riot in the school. Some girls took the rejection well, holding up their pride, while a few cried, and one even slapped him. Which none of you let him live down for days afterwards.

People whispered in the halls even more, wondering why he was rejecting all these perfectly nice and pretty girls. Some starting to suspect there was more to it than just finding a nice girlfriend.

His hand wrapped around hers, and you saw as his face immediately fell.

You sighed and facepalmed. She wasn't the one.

You were going. To. Murder. Him.

However, Yeona had noticed his face as well, and immediately moved to grasp his face, turning it to look at her.

You perked up, watching more closely. This had just got interesting.

"Jimin...I know I'm not the one you're looking for, but...if you don't end up finding her, or anything else goes wrong, just know I'll always be here. I'm willing to wait."

You were shocked, and by the looks of it so was Jimin. None of the other girls had even been able to tell when they were going to get rejected, always lured into a false sense of security by his sweet smile and warm personality. Jimin was shocked as well, you could tell, he hadn't been expecting this.

"I-erm..." he glanced, panicked, over to where you were hiding, and you glared and waved your hands, frantically trying to make him pay attention to her again.

"Say thank you. Or something, don't give away my position." You whispered through the earpiece hooked up to him.

He instantly nodded and you smacked your face. Way to be subtle, Park Jimin. Now Yeona was probably wondering why the heck he was making faces and nodding at a bush.

"Thank you, Yeona, I'll um...keep that in mind."

She nodded and smiled sweetly, before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll see you around then, Park Jimin." She said softly, before turning and walking off.

You waited until she was out of sight before crawling out of the bush and scrambling over to his spot on the bench, where he sat as if glued to the seat.

"So..." you said slyly. "She's a good option."

"But she's not the one..." he protested weakly, and you looked at him, both of you knowing what you were thinking.

Maybe there is no one.

His face fell, and he turned away. "Just a little longer, Y/n, I'm sure of it."

You stayed quiet, then felt a soft hand touching your hair. You turned to see Jimin way too close to your face, his own moonlit face scrunched in concentration.

"You have more leaves in your hair than I ever thought was physically possible." He commented, and continued pulling them out.

You smiled, and sat there letting him remove them.

A comfortable silence reigned, the only noises the distant beeping of cars and the rustling of the leaves being pulled from your hair.

It was nice, you felt like you hadn't been able to spend as much time with him recently, due to the whole dream girl thing, and so finally getting to have some quiet time with your best friend was a relief. You had missed him.

His hand stopped, and you opened your eyes. He was looking away again.

"Thank you..." he said softly.

You frowned. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Since you were the one pulling leaves from my hair...?"

He shook his head. "Thanks for helping me with all..." he waved his hand, gesturing vaguely. "This, even when it's not even sure if she exists, or if I'll find her."

You smiled gently and reached a hand over to ruffle his hair, before playfully tugging on a strand. "Anything for my bestie."

"I mean it, Y/n," he turned and grabbed my hands. "I-"

He suddenly cut off and stared down at my hands, looking shocked out of his life. You frowned and pulled your hands away, moving them to cup his face. "Jimin? What's wrong?"

He frantically looked up, then away, his eyes darting everywhere but at you. He was pale as a ghost. "N-nothing...I'm just, I guess I'm just tired, gotta run..."

And he took off.

"What the-!" He left you alone! In the park! In the freaking dark!

You got up and ran after him.

"PARK JIMIN!"

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Jimin's heart pounded as he dashed away from the park, his footsteps echoing through the otherwise quiet neighborhood. As he dashed away from you.

Could it be? Could it really be?

Your confused face as he stuttered and ran away flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but replay the entire scene in his head.

*flashback*

Your head was turned to the side, gazing off into the distance. The moonlight illuminated your hair, and something in Jimin's throat caught. The scene looked all too familiar...he'd seen this before, in a dream. One of those dreams.

Mesmerized, he stretched out a hand to touch it, not realizing what he was doing, unconsciously scooting closer, as well, to inspect it further.

You suddenly turned your head at the touch of his hand and he froze.

He coughed awkwardly. "U-um, y-you have more leaves in your hair than I ever thought was physically possible," he lied and quickly snatched a leaf out to wave in front of your face.

You nodded, buying his story, and he decided to continue pulling them out. Jimin had forgotten how soft your hair was, his cuddly nature being toned down by the search for his dream girl. But what if she was right here, beside me, all along? He thought. No, Jimin, you're just tired and seeing things you wouldn't usually.

He nodded firmly to himself, enjoying the silence with his precious best friend. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't felt the loss of time spent with you as he obsessed over this girl. Speaking of which...

He finished picking the leaves from your hair and looked away. "Thank you..."

You frowned, turning to face him again. "Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Since you were the one pulling leaves from my hair...?"

Jimin shook his head. Typical Y/n, always trying to joke in serious conversations... "Thanks for helping me with all..." he waved his hand, gesturing vaguely. "This, even when it's not even sure if she exists, or if I'll find her."

Jimin watched as you smiled gently and reached a hand over to ruffle his hair, before playfully tugging on a strand. "Anything for my bestie."

Anything.

"I mean it, Y/n," on an impulse, he reached out and grabbed your hands. "I-"

He felt the blood drain from his face.

The soft little hands he'd been feeling in his dreams for months moved to cup his face, and he panicked even more. Your face was scrunched up, your cute little confused expression closer than he could handle right now.

He frantically started looking anywhere but you, not trusting himself to control himself if he continued looking at your face this close to his own. He suddenly realized you were waiting for an answer to your question. "N-nothing...I'm just, I guess I'm just tired, gotta run..."

And he took off. The sound of your angry "PARK JIMIN!" Echoing after him.

Jimin finally reached his house, throwing open the door, locking it behind him, and dashing up to his room. He then sheepishly watched from his window to make sure you got home safe, paling when he saw you glare up and him and mouth "We'll talk about this later."

He then slumped back onto his sheets.

He'd deal with this in the morning.