2011

"I got in!"

Jimin burst through your bedroom door, startling you in the midst of your continuous summer job applications that had yet to be accepted.

You jump at his sudden intrude, tilting backwards in your bed, watching him sprint across the floor. He takes a big jump and lands right on top of you, his eyes glossy as he speaks once more looking at you.

"I got in."

Realizing what he's referring to, your smile slowly turns bigger, feeling your own eyes tear up with happiness.

You put your hands around his neck, holding him tight, starting to squeal and kick with your legs that's hanging out in the air from the bedside.

His happiness is infectious, and you feel your body warm up in his embrace.

"Jimin," You whisper, pulling away from him, before looking into his warm eyes, "I'm so proud of you."

You feel the happiness pass through you like a warm ocean wave, washing away the stress from your own rejected applications, only focusing on Jimin's joy and achievement, savoring the moment and it's gentle touch on your beating heart.

Jimin looks at you once more, biting his bottom lip in disbelief as he shakes his head.

"I'm going to study at Busan High School of Arts. I can't believe it!"

He tilts onto his back, spreading out his arms as he hugs himself in excitement, his dark, now-messy hair ruffling around in the sheets, making the bed shift.

You let out a giggle, placing your round glasses back on your nose bridge, blowing away the loose hairs hanging down in your face as you study the acceptance letter he threw on the floor in excitement when he ran inside.

Jimin turns his face and admire your soft features, the sunlight hitting your profile in the perfect way.

"You're the prettiest girl I know." He then blurs out, his eyes narrowing at your smaller figure.

You furrow your brows, feeling your cheeks getting warm, knowing you're completely bare-faced and in your avocado printed pajamas.

You lightly shake your head at his compliment, a small smile making your lips curve upwards. He huffs, his admiring eyes never leaving your body.

Silence occurs, but it's never awkward with Jimin. Never.

"How's it going with your applications?" He then trails off in a low voice after his eyes lands on your laptop that has endless browsers open with different jobs and studies.

He scoots closer to you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he sits behind you, his soft breath grazing your ear.

You clench your jaw, letting out a disappointed sigh, your mouth opening to speak, but nothing comes out.
Jimin shuffles in his seat, leaning forward and place a small peck on your cheek fast, his hands rubbing your shoulders.

"Hey— don't worry. You'll find something soon as well."

You smile at him.

"We're doing this together."

"Together."