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Year 16
(part 2)

"What the hell is that," you giggle, kicking your feet in the air as you lay on your tummy beside an equally amused Sadia.

"That's a dick...I think," she says, tracing the picture on the magazine before flipping to the next page.

You scoff, flipping it back to the glorious tan man posing nude on the sandy beach you were just admiring and point at his shaft, "are they supposed to be this veiny?"

"Guess so," she shrugs, "or maybe that's just how they looked in the 90's when this PlayGirl came out."

You both laugh, simultaneously oohing at the next photo of a dark man glistening in the steam of a shower, his fully erect member taking up half of the page. "Where did you even find this thing," you chuckle.

"Under my mom's bed. I don't blame her, being a single mom doesn't really get her a lot of action," she sighs, tying back her golden hair as an attempt to rid herself of anything that might cloud her vision, "sucks men feel threatened by a woman who can handle shit on her own. Only the elitist of the elite should ever be allowed the privilege of having even a chance with any single mom."

You nod, "yeah, like these guys with the veiny dicks."

"Exactly," she agrees, "they probably have like extra powers or something. Makes them better at sex."

"Like what?"

"I dunno, maybe the texture's just better," her eyes skim the next page and she smirks. "Holy fuck! I hope my first time is with someone who looks like this."

You follow her hungry gaze and are met with a paler man laying naked on a white sheeted bed. He's blonde and his features are notably softer than the other models you've seen with plump lips and puffier cheeks. His face drastically contrasts his athletic build, his body just as toned as everyone else in the magazine.

And then it hits you.

"Really," you arch a brow, "baby face is your type?"

She blinks back at you and shakes her head. "Girl trust me, I was not looking at his face. But, yeah," she scans the page another time, smiling in satisfaction as she nods, "I dig it. He's like cute and sexy at the same time."

You wish you could telepathically send what you just heard to Jimin right now. But by the way he's been actively ignoring you for the last couple of days, you wouldn't be surprised if he sent back an image of him flipping you off with his stubby finger. Nonetheless, that shouldn't discourage you from helping Sadia view your ostentatious yet lovable best friend in the same way she is the model.

Masking your intrigue with a hum, you take on an uninterested tone, "so, anyone at our school make you feel the way these hairy guys do?"

She grimaces, swatting the thought away as if it were a pesky fly in the air. "Ugh, how dare you mention the ogres at our grimy high school while we have a whole magazine of God's finest creations in front of us."

You roll your eyes and smile. At least she's as dramatic as Jimin.

"Really, no one?" She shakes her head. "What about Hoseok?" Dismissing you with another shake, she goes back to flipping through the magazine. "Taehyung?"

"He still thinks pulling a girl's hair is considered flirting, pass."

"Greg?"

She looks at you as if you just said the Earth was flat. "Are you kidding me?"

"Okay, okay. That one was a stretch."

She agrees, showcasing the small gap in between her two front teeth as she smiles. It's one of the many aspects of her beauty that make her so unique. Her naturally foxy eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips make Sadia a promising candidate for any modeling agency. She's mesmerizing, to say the least, resembling an angel with her signature silky, golden hair that flows around her in waves and her cream colored skin.

The best and worst part must be that she does not know the power her beauty holds. Otherwise, you firmly believe, she would not be giggling alongside you over a vintage PlayGirl magazine.

You only realize you have fallen victim to said captivating allure when you're met with a pair of hazel eyes blinking back at you. She arches a blonde brow and you clear your throat. Taking on the same bored tone, you say, "what about Jimin?"

In your peripheral, you catch the corners of her lips twitch up but before you can address it she schools her features and shrugs. "What about Jimin?"

"Have you ever thought of him in that way?"

Pursing her lips, she begins to play with the silver charm bracelet on her wrist, "I don't know..."

Now you're begging for your telepathic powers to boot up and allow Jimin to hear what she's saying. Actually scratch that, because if he could hear that then that would mean he would hear what you are about to say next and he might run you over with his Mercedes if he did.

"Well...I heard through the grapevine that he has a thing for you."

At that she scoffs. Not the reaction you were hoping for. "Yeah right, he despises everyone except you, Jungkook, and...me." She slams the magazine shut and stares at you, her eyes widened in realization. "Park Jimin has a thing for me?!"

You nod enthusiastically, watching as she springs up from your bed to frantically pace around the room.

"What do I do?!" She nibbles on one of her French tips before meeting your eyes. "And don't you dare say talk-"

"Talk to him," you finish.

She gasps, cupping a hand over her mouth as her brows knit. "HELL. NO. There's no way I can talk to him now...at least not directly," she points at you, "you started this, Y/N. Now you have to help me."

"Whyyy," you whine, sinking back in an effort to bury yourself in the twelve fluffy pillows littering your bed.

"I could've went a long and peaceful life without knowing Jimin has a thing for me," she snaps, "I can never talk to him alone now. It'll be too awkward."

"Sadiaaa," you groan, "Jimin literally tears up when you wave at him. Nothing is going to change!"

"Everything is changed, Y/N! Now that we like each other."

"What," you chuckle, "I thought you said you didn't know."

She grabs one of your pillows and chucks it at you, barely giving you enough time to dodge it. "I obviously wasn't going to tell his best friend! You would've told Jungkook and Jungkook would've told him-" She gasps again, the sheer volume of it making you jump. Taking her previous spot on top of your bed, she grabs your shoulders and shakes you like a rattle. "Jungkook!"

"Jungkook?" You quirk a brow, the name leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

"Yes, Jungkook! You and Jimin go to his matches every other Friday right?"

"Y-Yeah but-"

"Then that's where we can talk! It could be like our first date," she beams.

You can't blame Sadia for not knowing about your so-called best friend blowing you off last week. Other than Namjoon who witnessed the tragedy, you haven't told a single soul about it. There were only a couple of people you confided in to speak about your teenage crises and Jimin, who was still ignoring you, was half of them. In fact, you were planning on telling the other half, Sadia, today about the vow you had recited to yourself all weekend long to never speak to Jungkook again.

But as she sits beside you bouncing in her seat at the thought of a date with Jimin you're willing to break it just this once.

"Okay," you smile, "I'll tell Jungkook that you'll be taking my spot-"

"NOOOO! You have to be there too, Y/N!"

"Jungkook is more popular now in the boxing community. His gym only lets him have 3 free seats that he saves for his dad, Jimin, and me."

Sadia groans, burying her face in your white comforter. Your heart sinks for her but you know there's nothing you can do. Jungkook's gym was strict and with him moving up in rankings the cost to watch was just increasing. "Sadia, just take my spot. It's no big deal."

"Really," she looks at you with puppy dog eyes and you chuckle before nodding. "Gosh, I feel like a home wrecker."

Rolling you eyes, you click your tongue. "There was never a home to wreck. We're all friends."

She nods in understanding, propping her head up with her hand before giving you a nervous smile. "I-I know you only do this with the guys but..." she sticks out her neatly manicured pinky and wiggles it, "you promise it's okay?"

You break out into an immediate smile, hooking her pinky with yours to complete the initiation. "I promise."

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"But I promised her it was okay!"

"Then un-promise it," Jimin snaps, rounding the corner of a wall of lockers with his back to you. "I'm not ready to be alone with her yet!"

"Jimin," you whine, chasing him as he speed walks through the quad muttering to himself.

He stops abruptly, spinning on the heels of his expensive boots to scoff. "Why?! Why would you do that? I can barely talk to her without going into cardiac arrest. You're my security blanket when it comes to her, Y/N. I can't do it."

"You perform in front of crowds of hundreds of people all the time and talking to one girl makes you nervous?"

"She's not just some girl," he sighs, gripping the straps of his backpack as he leans on a nearby wall. "That's my future wife, Y/N."

It's weird seeing the two people you thought were the least likely to be affected by a crush now nervous wrecks. Specifically Jimin whom you'd always thought would never be satisfied unless he wound up with a Greek goddess. Granted, Sadia does not stray too far from that mold.

"Don't worry, Jiminie," you smile, placing a hand on his shoulder to give it a squeeze, "it's full proof. Neither of you understand the rules of boxing so you'll be forced to talk to each other. And Papa Jeon's eyes never leave the match. It'll be like he's not even there."

Jimin nods, filling his cheeks with air before letting them out with a sigh. He turns to you and smirks. "So...what are the chances you forget about me ignoring you for the last couple of days?"

"Pretty low, but they'll get better if you beg for my forgiveness," you grin, settling beside him on the wall. Thankfully the first passing period of the day is longer than the others and gives you more of a chance to make up for lost time with the blonde boy.

He snorts, "so what? You want me to bow down to you or something?"

You inspect the full halls of clamoring students and nod. "Yup, I embarrassed you and made up for it. You ignored me and now you have to make up for it. Tit for tat, Chim."

He chuckles, dropping his backpack and searching for an empty spot to crouch down. As mentioned, Jimin is not someone who gets nervous easily. He's an esteemed ballet dancer, he can't be. And if there's one thing he loves...it's attention. This is practically a cakewalk for him.

Giggling as he kneels down, he brings his forehead to the floor with his hands laid flat on either side. "Oh great Y/N, I beg thee for forgiveness for myth pettiness."

Although it doesn't faze Jimin, the annoyed looks of other students makes your cheeks grow hot as you stammer out, "y-you arth forgiven, Park Jimin. Now get up before someone-"

"Ah!"

Both of your heads whip in the direction of where you heard the small yelp. A girl with round eyes and a side braid turns to you two, her eyebrows furrowed. Jimin scrambles to stand next to you as she marches towards you and you quickly apologize, "so sorry, Jimin and I were just playing around. We didn't mean to make you trip."

You and Jimin smile nervously as her expression drops from one of anger to one of confusion. Her eyes widen while yours narrow, allowing you the chance to scan her attire of a red oversized sweater enveloping half of an already short, black miniskirt and knee high, white socks.

Before you can meet her eyes again, you're pulled in for a hug that you instinctively mistake for a chokehold causing you to push her back harshly.

Jimin laughs at your action and drapes his arm around your shoulder in case you decide to charge again, "whoaa, sorry girl. You can't go hugging people randomly like that, especially Y/N. She has animal instincts-oof." He's cut off by your elbow jabbing him in the stomach.

Expecting an annoyed reaction, you're surprised when the girl just giggles. "I know, I remember Y/N. And you, Jiminie."

Jimin and you exchange a confused look. "Um...remember us?" You inquire and she shakes her head.

"Oh my gosh, sorry I forgot it's been more than like 10 years. It's me, Aria," she smiles.

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. Of course you remember Jungkook's first girlfriend. He was so upset when he found out she was moving at the end of third grade. Yet you and Jimin were toasting her departure with the clink of your chocolate milk cartons.

"Aria!" Jimin is the first to speak, noticing the fact that her revealed identity has rendered you speechless, "so cool that you moved back to our shitty city! Usually people don't go backwards in life, but look at you! Breaking social norms."

Her smiling face falters. "Uh...yeah, I guess. It's my first day, you guys are the first people I've recognized so far. It's been a long time."

Yet she still hasn't gotten rid of that damn side braid.

Jimin and you slowly nod as she continues to speak, tuning out every word until the bell rings and she leaves. It's like a breath of fresh air when she does, though, and you both can't help but snicker on the way to your next class.

"Funny how she left out the fact that she pretended we didn't exist the entire year of third grade. And when she did, she was so rude to us for no reason," Jimin chuckles, plopping himself in the desk next to yours.

"Unless Jungkook was around," you add, "remember how she used to say his name?"

"JungKOOOOOOOOKIE~" You simultaneously sing.
Your math teacher shushes you two, threatening to separate you prompting you to apologize immediately. Once she turns back around, Jimin leans into you, returning to your conversation normally.

"Hey," he whispers, "so who'd you end up tricking into helping you learn how to drive?"

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"Heyyy Namjoon," you croon, anxiously rocking back and forth on your heels.

Without looking up from his clipboard, Namjoon rolls the lollipop in his mouth to his cheek to say a quick, "what's up kid?"

"Whacha doing?" You lean on the front desk with your elbows and crane your head to catch a glimpse of the spreadsheet he's scribbling on.

"Adding up all my hours of community service so I can send them to the universities I'm applying to." From underneath his beanie, he lifts a thick brow when he catches your bored expression. "Since when do you care about what I'm doing?" He grabs the sucker's stick and pops it out of his mouth before motioning toward the steel door to the side labeled Employees Only, "shouldn't you be in there waiting for me to come scold you for hugging the dogs for too long?"

He was right. Normally you didn't even bother greeting Namjoon. In fact, the only reason you were even striking a conversation with the man was to at least attempt to make what you said to Jimin true. You nod, smiling sheepishly before spotting a pen to fiddle with as an attempt to avert his now suspicious eyes. "Yes, but I just thought I would talk to you first."

He hums in response, not buying it. "Talk?"

"Aha," you smile, "say, Namjoon don't you have a car?"

"Uh...yeah. I drove you home in it when your boy didn't come pick you up remember-"

You burst out into a loud, onbnoxious laugh to cut him off. The memory of that night is not one you wish to reminisce. "Oh yeah, heh. Well, I was wondering...if you could maybe, possibly, perhaps teach me out to drive?" You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation, bracing yourself for rejection.

"Okay."

"Wha! For real??" Your eyes bulge, searching his face for any signs of a joke.

"Yeah," he chuckles, standing from his seat to tower over you, "something tells me I'm your last option?"

You can't contain your excitement as you throw your arms around him. He tenses up, or maybe that's just how strong his chest feels normally. The scent of his cologne fills your nose and you unconsciously inhale again to catch another whiff. You know you've been hugging him for too long when he clears his throat and awkwardly pats your back. "Kid, um...you alright?"

Finally realizing your stance, you jump away. "Y-Yeah, yes I'm good- I'm great!" You force another laugh and he keeps his eyes trained on your face, pushing the red lollipop back in between his lips.

Shrinking underneath his gaze, the cacophony of howls and barks coming from the door he previously motioned towards reminds you of your sole purpose for being at the animal shelter.

Hugging dogs.

"The dogs!" You suddenly say, hiking your backpack up your shoulders as you slowly walk backwards toward the doors. "They're not gonna hug themselves, right?" Another awkward chuckle leaves your lips. Why the fuck can't you stop it? By now Namjoon has completely abandoned his spreadsheet and continues to observe your nervous demeanor.

"S-So I'll see you in there?" Your breath hitches when your back collides with the door. Wincing slightly at the sharp pain coming from the back of your head, you pat around for the handle and turn it open to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere you've just created.

After the animals' usual feedings, you're done with your routinely duties for the most part as nightfall approaches. You can't say you're surprised that Namjoon has not barged in to chide you for taking a long time. Judging by the shitshow you put on for him earlier, you don't doubt that he's trying to avoid you as much as he can.

But is it really your fault that he wears such an intoxicating cologne? You begin to believe that's the reason why so many girls are so infatuated with him. He's rigged his body to reek of pheromones to make them act as stupid as you just did.

You guess that you can kiss learning how to drive goodbye.

A small bark distracts you from the pity party inside of your head as you're mopping the floors and you look into the enclosure nearest to you.

Promise props herself up on her one hind leg for you to acknowledge her presence from behind her gate. Casting aside the mop, you hastily open said gate and join her inside.

"You can't put so much pressure on that leg, girl," you coo, sitting down and patting your lap for her to join you. She waddles over to you and takes her place, rolling over so you can scratch her huge belly.

Doing just that, you admire her smiling face allowing  her pink tongue to hang out of her mouth. In fact, it diverts your attention enough that you don't hear the door open nor the heavy steps treading towards you. At least until someone clears their throat behind you.

You and Promise jump in alarm, Promise scrambling to wordlessly ask for Namjoon's attention by wagging her tail and bouncing up and down. He curls a finger under her chin, paying you barely any mind until he says, "you done with the floors?"

Your eyes flit to the half damp walkway and wet mop leaning on the wall across from you and you sigh. "Not yet."

He nods, as if he already knew the answer and stands. Promise whimpers at the loss of his touch and he chuckles softly, failing to resist the urge to pet her again. You watch him succumb to her with a dimpled smile, a few strands of brown hair escaping his beanie from the angle and framing his face. You're no longer just admiring Promise.

"Get to it, then."

At his deep voice, you nod. Jumping over the gate, you make your way for your mop and drench it in the bucket of water nearby. It squishes when it collides with the floor as you begin to clean the surface area you haven't already.

Of course it's back to business with him. He agreed to do you a favor and you made it weird. Shoulders sagging, you continue to mop. It hardly fazes you when you hear him retreat to the door he just came from.

"Finish up quick, alright?" You hum in response, back turned to him so he can't see your solemn expression.

"The faster you finish, the faster we get to your first driving lesson."

"Wha-" You snap your head in his direction just to catch him wearing a smug smirk as he leans on the doorframe. "I-I thought-"

"You're cute, kid. Awkward as fuck but cute. I think you're tolerable enough to teach how to drive."

Ignoring the blush threatening to creep onto your cheeks out of both embarrassment and flattery, you stutter, "r-really? It's okay if you're not into it. I know it takes some time and with my skills a lot of patience and I honestly might crash your car and-"

"Kid!" He laughs, stalking towards you, "I already agreed to it, what other reassurance do you need?"

You purse your lips, biting back your smiles and squeals of delight from pouring out too soon. It'd be childish to say that because of one broken promise with Jungkook you've lost faith in trusting anyone. However, driving is something you desperately need to learn and if another person blew you off when it came to it, you're pretty sure Jimin would be the only male you'd allow yourself to come in contact with for a fat minute.

Sensing your apprehension, Namjoon's eyes brighten with an idea. "Aha, I've got it! Here...so you're sure I won't flake on you like your boy did, I'll do what he didn't." He sticks out his enormous pinky and grins, "I promise I'll teach you how to drive."

Your lips part. Namjoon couldn't have possibly known but Jungkook did do just that. Now you're even more unsure.

Namjoon wiggles it, "bet you kids don't do this anymore, huh? Come on, you can trust me."

Having Jungkook and Jimin as you're frame of reference for male friends for a good portion of your life does not seem to be playing in your favor right now. But you know there will be some point in time where you'll have to separate new people from the ones you've already known. Or at least the ones you thought you've known.

With this in mind, you let out a shaky breath and try to match his smile. Wearily wrapping your pinky around his, you ask, "are you sure?"

He gifts you a sure smile and nods, "I promise, kid."

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i be lying lol y'all deserve an update for this and the final part is going to take me a long time since i really wanna focus on boyfriend material

sorry no jk in this one but he lives in my head rent free so is he really gone?

i left him outside, he's fine