I literally felt like a fermented corpse when I woke up this morning, having only gotten a mere six hours of sleep. Was I looking forward to spending the whole day with Jimin while looking like a legit zombie out of The Walking Dead-series? Not frickin' quite -- though I was too happy to care. Being out with Tae until two in the morning had been totally worth the lack of sleep. Thinking back on the late-night events, I almost floated on clouds while getting myself ready to meet Jimin.

As promised, Jimin arrived at twelve o'clock sharp. A blissful smile is evident on his lips as he opens the car door for me.

"Goodmorning. You seem unusually happy to be spending most of the day studying math," he greets me with a chuckle when I approach him with bouncy steps and a wide smile.

"Morning," I chirp energetically, "I guess I had a good sleep."

"You look tired, though. Are you sure you weren't having nightmares about that movie?" he asks when the car starts rolling, raising his eyebrows in a mocking manner.

"Says the one who held my hand at the end," I retort teasingly, rolling my eyes. I said it more as a joke, but I notice him biting his lower lip for a brief moment as a faint pink colour slightly appeared on his cheeks. Is he blushing at the thought of holding my hand?

"I just held it in case you were scared," he mutters eventually, his eyes looking everywhere except into my own. Lies.

"Awh, Jiminie is such a gentleman. We must find you a worthy lady," I say, watching him with a teasing gaze.

"I think I already have found one, though." His eyes divert to meet mine before flashing me an unexpected wink, which for some reason caused my heart to skip a beat. My curiosity rose as I started to wonder who this person could be. My mind had courage enough to suspect that there was a possibility that he might have referred to me. Though, I immediately shut that theory out since I'm nowhere near his ideal type.

"May I meet this special person, then?" I ask with curiousness in my voice. He chuckles softly.

"Maybe one day," he replies with a cheeky grin.

I have to admit that there is something in the air between us today. Even though we are friends and obviously nothing more than that, I couldn't just neglect the playful flirty mood that hung over us like an inappropriate cloud.

Luckily my thoughts were soon interrupted as the car suddenly came to a halt in front of a gate. The sight before me causes my mouth to fall open in astonishment.

Holy moly.

Let's just say that when I heard that Jimin is rich, it was a complete understatement. Disgustingly rich is more fitted. This boy didn't simply have a house -- it was a goddamn mansion.

"If you don't close your mouth soon you'll be swallowing flies," Jimin snorts beside me as he parks the car on the curved driveway. Remaining completely mute and speechless, I close my mouth and carefully exit the car, while my eyes are still glued onto the glorious property before me. I suddenly feel incredibly underdressed wearing my simple hoodie, skinny jeans and Converse.

"Welcome to my house. Please, make yourself at home," he says with a bright smile as he opens the door for me, gesturing me to enter. I silently follow him up the stairs in awe, allowing my eyes to admire the exquisite surroundings and beautiful artworks hanging proudly on the walls. Curious, I immediately started wondering what his parents worked with. They probably own a company -- or a hundred.

When we enter Jimin's room I dart towards his king-sized bed and throw myself down onto the heavenly softness. The comfort was indescribable, I would've even fallen asleep if Jimin hadn't thrown himself on top of me, immediately causing the air to escape my lungs.

"Why?" I groan in misery underneath him, to which he only laughs at before starting to tickle me.

"I knew you were tired! No slacking. Time to study!" He giggles evilly as I start screeching underneath him.

"Okay okay! Get off me!" I squeal in defeat. He lets out one last chuckle before I feel his weight leave my body, making me able to breathe again. I throw him one angry glare before making my way to his desk, plopping down on the chair with a huff.

"Are you mad at me?" he coos as he takes a seat next to me, softly nudging my shoulder with his.

"Would you be happy if someone almost choked you to death?" I retort dramatically, opening up the books and grabbing a pencil. He props his elbows on the table before letting his face rest between the palms of his hands. Then he squishes his cheeks and pouts in order to appear five thousand times cuter, which instantly causes my heart to melt at the adorable sight.

"I'm sooowwy," he coos like an innocent toddler, watching me with sparkly, puppy eyes. I bite my lip in order to keep the emotionless expression on my face -- I failed miserably, of course. I eventually let out a chuckle and boop the tip of his nose with my index finger.

"I forgive you, you adorable little thing."

After that, we commenced hardcore study-mode. I never hesitated to ask for his help whenever I got stuck on some problem, because Jimin happily explained anything I couldn't understand on my own. I eventually worked my way through math with more or less ease and I didn't find it to be as difficult as I previously had thought. To my astonishment, I found math quite fun when I actually understood what I was doing.

Though, throughout our entire study session, I noticed how oddly close Jimin tried to be with me -- physically. He always managed to find an opportunity to put his arm behind my back when explaining something to me, or letting his fingers softly graze over mine while scribbling the solutions into my notebook. And every time he did; furious shivers went up my spine, making the room appear to become very much warmer. I did try to not think too much about it, assuming that it was only accidental.

The hours just flew by and by the time I had finally caught up with everything, the clock had passed six pm. To my surprise, we had both been incredibly concentrated and productive, which means that is was finally time for us to end the session here. My nearly cramped fingers unwrap themselves from the pen they've been holding onto for dear life the last six hours, allowing the pen to fall down on the table as I stretch out my rigid limbs.

"Finished!" I groan victoriously while stretching out my back that has been curved for way too long. Jimin also drops his pen before completely leaning back on the chair, cracking his neck and fingers while doing so.

"Good job today!" he praises me, giving me a bro-fist. "Damn, it's past six already. Want to grab something to eat? We really deserve some fast-food right now."

My stomach responds with an obnoxiously loud growl, which makes us both laugh. I had been too into the studies to notice how hungry I actually was.

"Sure, let's go."

♣

About twenty minutes later we step into a local fast-food restaurant, both deeply inhaling the wonderful smell of fried chicken, rice and soy sauce. A low groan in both pleasure and agony rumbles in our throat, since we were really starving at this point.

"I can't decide what to order!" I whine in misery, letting my eyes scan through the menu for the fifth time.

"Just take anything, I'll pay," Jimin says assuringly, revealing a crooked smile. My heart couldn't help but flutter at his kind words, causing a smile to subconsciously creep up on my lips. He's honestly too good to be true.

"Jiminie! Blue!" We suddenly hear a very familiar voice calling us from behind, making us both spin around in surprise. The voice belonged to no other than Hoseok, who was approaching us with Namjoon and Taehyung by his side.

Holy crap. Taehyung.

My stomach somersaults in nervousness and bliss as I watch him stride towards us looking like a legit model. Those skinny black jeans worked wonders on his long, graceful legs. But one thing that completely took my breath away; was the bandana decorating his forehead. It's not often you see Taehyung's full face, but there he stood with his perfectly sculpted features completely exposed before me, which left my body shivering in immense affection.

He's so goddamn attractive.

In all honesty, I was deeply struggling to control the tsunami of emotions that suddenly erupted inside me.

Jimin greets his friends with a bright smile and I wave with my hand, strongly fighting against myself in order to rip my gaze away from Taehyung with great difficulty. We receive an equally happy greeting back, with the exception of Taehyung who's just looking at us warily with an unreadable expression on his face. Who could possibly be in a bad mood when in a fast-food restaurant?

"Sup guys, what brings you here?" Jimin asks, seeming a bit surprised over this unexpected coincidence.

"He was hungry," Namjoon explains with a chuckle, gesturing to the sunshine standing next to him. "The question is.. what brings you two here alone?" he adds, smirking as if suspecting something. Jimin and I share a quick glance with each other in bewilderment. I notice that Taehyung's jaw clench once the words left Namjoon's lips.

"You're on a date or something?" Hoseok asks with a teasing grin, wiggling his eyebrows at us. My mouth falls open in shock when I finally understood why they were acting so weird. I was just about to explain the opposite, when I suddenly feel Jimin's body press against me from behind while his arms snakes around my waist in quite a romantic manner. He then proceeds to rest his chin on my shoulder while squishing my cheek against his. I giggle as he suddenly starts rubbing his cheek up and down, tickling me.

"Actually, we are on a date," Jimin replies before I could say anything. My eyes widen at his words, which left me completely speechless. While Taehyung is looking like he could go on a killing spree any second, the other two literally starts fangirling over us.

"Awww you two are so cute together!" Hoseok squeals in utter happiness.

"Finally you're opening up to someone," Namjoon says approvingly before nudging Jimin on the arm.

"Just had to find that special one, you know?" Jimin says softly while smiling at me warmly.

Oh my god.

His words causes my cheeks to flame up, leaving a prominent tint of scarlet red on the skin. I knew very well that he was just joking around, but even so I couldn't help but feel the joy bubbling uncontrollably inside me.

"Shall we order the food now?" I suggest in attempt to untangle myself from Jimin's embrace.

"Sure babe," he says softly with a chuckle before finally releasing me. If it had been physically possible, I would've definitely melted into a red pool of embarrassment and affection right now. Jimin took this joke to a whole other level, they might actually believe that we're seriously dating. One part of me didn't care and rather enjoyed being his fake date for the evening, but the other part was losing its mind and remained dysfunctional at the moment.

Trying not to stutter as I was ordering my food, I invested much concentration into calming my heart down from the ten possible heart-attacks I almost got under these last fifteen minutes. I knew more than well that Jimin was a charming guy -- but I never imagined that his charms would have this effect on me. As per usual, though, my prediction was wrong and I'm left as an emotional wreck on the inside.

The worst thing is that Namjoon and Hoseok keeps this stupid pretend-dating going.

"Should we leave you two love-birds alone?" Namjoon suggests with that same damn smirk when we finally receive our beloved food.

"We wouldn't want to disturb the cute couple on their date," Hoseok adds, giggling together with Namjoon. I swear these boys have issues.

"No, we should all eat together while we're here," I insist, fearing that they will leave me alone with Jimin since I didn't know how long my face could endure before melting off completely.

"No we should get going-"

"No, you heard her. Let's join them," Taehyung suddenly speaks up, interrupting Hoseok. I stare at him in disbelief. This is the first time he spoke since they came in.

As if he could feel my eyes on him, his eyes shift and lock gazes with me. Frustratingly enough, I could feel my heartbeat accelerate like it always seemed to do when I look into his mysterious irises. Even though he appeared completely emotionless, I could still notice that there was something hidden behind his gaze. If there's something I know about Taehyung; it's that he's really good at not letting his facial expression give away any kind of emotion that he was feeling. However, his eyes said it all if you paid enough attention -- and I did.

Cold shivers run through my spine.

Irritation. Something is deeply bothering him. I quickly look away though, because I seriously got a little intimidated.

What is bothering him?

Without another word, Taehyung and the rest of us sit down by a table large enough for five people and started eating. The boys are chatting along and joking around like they always do, while I occasionally space out, thinking about Taehyung. My thoughts are soon interrupted when I suddenly feel something carefully brushing over my upper lip. Slightly confused, I slowly turn my head only to see a smiling Jimin mere inches away from my face. His thumb is softly stroking my lip, which of course resulted in me almost choking on my saliva.

"You had something on your lip. But you're good now!" he explains with the softest smile I've ever seen. I smile back, thanking him for wiping off whatever I had on my lip. You guessed it; Namjoon and Hoseok started fangirling yet again over us, to which I only rolled my eyes at before returning my attention to the half-eaten plate of food before me. My eyes then wander to Taehyung for a brief moment, whose jaw is once again clenched, but this time he's biting his lower lip as well. I throw a quick glance at the others to see if they're also noticing Taehyung strange aura, but they seem completely oblivious to it.

Why am I feeling nervous all of sudden? His behaviour is actually starting to scare me. He has this piercing, awfully dark gaze that I'd rather not meet, to be honest, which left me painfully clueless to why he was acting like this.

Partly curious, but mostly confused, I eventually decide to just keep eating and dismiss the spiraling thoughts. I know for a fact that I possess the ability to overanalyze small details, so the wisest option for me is to just let it go.

"Hey Jimin, can I check something on your phone? Mine is dead," Taehyung asks Jimin after the food was eaten and Jimin and Hoseok were arguing over who has the nicest legs in their friendship group. How they got into that conversation? I complimented Hoseok about his legs when he told me that he loves to dance, and that triggered Jimin for some reason. I'm currently mentally slapping myself for saying that in the first place.

We had been talking for over an hour when we finally decided to get up from our seats. My eyelids are so heavy, the only thing on my mind was the mental image of my bed and how I was going to cuddle it for the rest of the evening when I get home.

"How are you getting home?" Taehyung asks, suddenly standing in front of me, breaking me out of my daydreaming.

"I'll drive her," Jimin says before I could even proceed to open my mouth. I could see how Taehyung's gaze shifts to Jimin's hand that's secured on my waist, which instantly makes his facial features harden. He then nods, flashing us a crooked smile that definitely didn't reach his eyes -- as if he was forcing it.

"Good. She'd probably get lost if she tried to walk home," he says with a slight smirk before turning around to join the others. I open my mouth, ready to protest against his theory -- but not a single sound was heard from me. Jimin chuckles beside me, instantly causing me to shoot him an offended glare.

"You really think I'd get lost?" I ask with an angry pout.

"Let's get you home," is all he says before leading me towards his car. Totally ignored again. Why do they think I'm so inferior to them? Am I really that weak looking?

Being too tired to even waste another thought on the subject, I commence zombie-mode as we're making our way through the parking lot. The others had conveniently parked their car next to Jimin's, so that's where we bid our final goodbyes before parting ways. Taehyung still had this dark irritation behind his eyes when we left, which made me extremely frustrated. What was his problem? I swear, one day he is all sunshine and rainbows, and the other he's a demon in human form. No one else possess the ability to confuse me and frustrate me the way that he does.

But then again; no one else can make me feel the same strange kind of happiness and flutters like he do whenever he's near me.

♣

The ride home is a complete blur, feeling like we were in the car for only ten seconds before it eventually stopped in front of my house. Jimin carefully nudge my arm, rescuing me from my own thoughts.

"Here we are, babe," Jimin says with a grin, emphasizing the last word. I roll my eyes at him and deliver a light punch to his arm.

"Don't even start," I threaten him as I let out a laugh.

"But it was fun being your pretend boyfriend," he admits with a crooked smile.

"Well, our pretend date was indeed fun and I really appreciate that you paid for the food. Pretend boyfriend-goals right there," I say with a chuckle, earning a laugh from him. "Thank you so much for studying with me, by the way. You helped me a lot. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it. You can always rely on me to help you if you ever need anything."

How did the Universe even allow me to befriend this amazing person?

I flash him a genuine wide smile. "Thank you, Jimin. Drive carefully, goodnight!" I then exit the car and wave him goodbye while it starts rolling again.

When I enter the house, I sit down and chat for awhile with my parents before dragging myself upstairs to my room and finally plop down onto my bed with a heavy sigh. I glance at the clock. Almost nine. I can totally go to sleep early.

Fifteen minutes later I finish my nightly routines and cuddle down in the bed with a glass of water on the bedside table. Just when I close my eyes at last, ready to drift off to sleepyland, my phone releases a noise which immediately ignited sparks of irritation inside me. A frustrated groan rumbles in my throat as I reach for the phone, only to stare at the message screen for a whole minute in total confusion.