Aoi's POV

Soft fucking lips, Aoi, what are you doing?!

I wasn't able to move, I just stood frozen in my place and the whole world just stopped as well. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to push him, to push his lips away from mine because holy fuck I just feel so overwhelmed because no one has ever made me feel like this.

Stolen kisses didn't mean much to me as much as this one did.

Kick him in the balls Aoi! Why don't you?

Our lips were still on touch but my thoughts were still empty. I didn't kiss back, like no, why would I? After about a few more seconds I immediately pushed him away, leaving my cheeks completely red, my knees going weak and my heart palpitating.

I didn't kick him in the balls but I would've if he has them.

"You dipshit, why would you do that?!" I shouted at him and was about to throw the book I'm holding at him until he bit his lips and pressed his finger against them.

Why the hell do you always do that?

"It's a library, Aoi, you don't shout in the library. There are people reading." He smirked. He made me want to dice him into small cubes so bad, really.

I loudly wanted to groan in frustration inside the whole library but at the same time, I also wanted to respect other people who actually came here for some reading and studying and not some jerk who steal kisses from someone like me.

On the other hand, I was pretty glad that I wasn't completely intoxicated by Park Jimin at this point. I'm glad that I was able to compose myself- well, not really.

"You don't kiss anyone just so suddenly like that, what the fuck?" I hissed at him in a whispery voice. I really wanted to kick him in the balls but I'm too nice for the time being. He should be grateful, I swear.

"Shh, Aoi, I'm sorry okay? You looked a hundred times more attractive that time, and besides I told you I liked you anyway. But let me show you another thing." He said and dramatically brought out his hand for me to hold.. again.

I mentally warned myself not to turn red but my brain is failing me so bad.

Calm Aoi, keep calm.

"Do you really expect me to hold your hand after what you've done, huh? If I accepted your hand this time do you seriously think that I'm stupid enough to still expect that you won't kiss me again?" I irritatedly asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders but gestured me to hold it again.

That wasn't an answer, ugh.

"Those aren't the only answers to the questions you have asked, so if you come with me it would be nice." Jimin said again, making me more hesitant this time but I claimed to myself: Fuck it. I slowly made our hands touch for the second time. The tiny jolts of electricity still flowed through me like it did the first time.

He held my hand tight seriously as he dragged me away from the place where he had kissed me.

His lips though..

Shit Aoi, what the hell are you always thinking?

After a bit more of walking, we immediately stopped by the front of a small cafe beside the library. I thought that we were going to come in, but Jimin just stood there, staring at the place. His eyes were literally glued on the sight and didn't even spare me a glance.

He then squinted his eyes and took a step forward to get a clearer view, "Oh, he's there. Look at him, Aoi." Jimin just nudged my shoulder and didn't point his finger at the person we're supposed to be looking at.

My eyes widened upon realizing that it was a certain someone that I know, probably my classmate. Wait.. holy crap.

"J-Jaehyun?" My memory shot back to that day when I first met Jimin, I remember that Jaehyun told me that he'll pick me up when I was drenched in bubbletea. But of course, I rejected that time because God knows what he might do to me.

Kill me and throw my body in a river or something.

Until now he annoys me in school so many times. He probably hates me so fucking much that it's starting to hurt less and becoming more and more laughable as days pass.

(A/N: I'm laughing cRAP I've used the names Taeyong, Taeil and Jaehyun in all my stories before I knew they were names of NCT U members LMAO BYE)

"What's with him?" I continued with a dry throat. Don't tell me he's involved with Yeon-joo in some way too? Why the hell is everyone connected to Yeon-joo?

I turned my head to Jimin and realized that he was clenching his fist, scornfully glaring at Jaehyun who's innocently sitting inside the cafe, taking a sip of his coffee alone. Jimin was so furious to the point that the buring fire inside him can melt the glass window of the cafe.

"I fucking hate him." He angrily muttered under his breath. Jimin started to move towards the cafe lividly, making me panic deep inside in a split second. I quickly stepped in front of him and used both of my hands to gently pushed him back.

"Jimin, calm down. Don't start anything. Just tell me-"

"He's the one who used Yeon-joo. I knew he was one of the reasons she killed herself but look at him, not showing any sign of regret on his face. He's so fucking sick. He cheated on her countless of times with many different women and he made Yeon-joo feel more worthless. He made her think that she wasn't good enough." He blurted out, still not sparing me a glance. His gaze was still directly pointed at the cafe.

What?

What a fucking asshole.

"And guess what I know, Aoi, I know that he used Yeon-joo to get closer to you. Despite how many girls' hearts he had played with in the past, his heart always goes back to you. He loves you, you know. You're friends with him right?" He asked.

What?

Jaehyun, that little fucker who won't stop calling me a bitch?

Loves me?

"Am I supposed to laugh? What the fuck Jimin, are you talking about the wrong person because I think you are." I said instead of something else more sympathetic to Yeon-joo. I don't know.

He turned to me with a serious look saying, Seriously Aoi, out of all things?

"It is him. There's just people I started to hate a lot because of Yeon-joo's death. The world is just unfair, you know. Sometimes I may seem happy but I still couldn't stop thinking about her. It frustrates me how she didn't leave any clue or write any goodbye letter before passing. She's forever making me curious." He said with a shrug.

I pressed my lips in a tight line, "We will get over it together, alright? It takes time, it will probably get better soon. I'm sorry, really. I don't know everything started from this and knowing that until now you still can't get over her, I think I would understand. But grant me one request, will you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know. What is it?" He asked.

"You still love Yeon-joo, right?" I asked and he nodded without hesitation with a sad smile appearing on his lips.

But do you know that I like you too, Park Jimin? Because I thought you did, you just told me that a few minutes ago.

"Then don't ever start a fight with Jaehyun, alright? I saw everything, your eyes were almost turning red. You were probably so mad to even cause some trouble. Let me be the one to avenge Yeon-joo, if ever. He was such a fucking jerk, seriously." I said, biting my lip afterwards.

I couldn't be turning this nice just because of the guy I started to like who still loves my ex best friend who I knew I hate so much.

I still need to pay my respects, though. I may not know everything just yet, but maybe I was too blind and too shitty to be her best friend at the first place.

I wasn't there for her.

"Thank you, Aoi. Let's just go home now, or do you want me to take you home?" He suggested with a playful smile on his face, subsequently ruffling my hair. I was surprisingly not in the mood to reject his offer like I would always do, so I accepted the suggestion.

I suddenly felt my phone buzz and heard the ringtone of a new message at the same time. I fished my phone out of my jeans' pocket and brought it out, realizing that I got a text from someone unknown.

From: Unknown

So, Aoi, Jimin told you how much he hated Jaehyun for what he had done to Yeon-joo, right? It's funny, you know?

It's because Jimin isn't that different from Jaehyun, anyway. What an ironic jerk.

I stood frozen in place after reading the message. First of all, was the word 'ironic' even used right? I mean, not to be nitpicky about supposedly mysterious text but... 

Who the hell texted me this? Some kind of prank or something? Why does he/she know where I am right now? And what Jimin said? My hands on my phone started to slightly tremble.

"Oh, Aoi, are you okay?" Jimin walked towards me in concern. I gave him a long look in the eyes, then to my phone, then back to his eyes again. I shook my head and mouthed 'I'm alright.' and quickly shoved my phone inside my front pocket.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"Yes Jimin, let's just go."

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A/N: Wow I love writing this story so much.