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bluelavendre · 1 month ago

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Title: Not just for the cats, but for us.

Pjm x reader Fluff

Highschool AU

I love cats n dogs but when i see jimin i just think about cats. -bluelle ------------------------------------------------------------------

Her fingers danced gracefully across the piano keys, coaxing a melody so pure and enchanting that it seemed to breathe life into the stillness of the room. The familiar strains of Für Elise flowed effortlessly from her hands, each note brimming with emotion, weaving a story only she could tell. The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over her figure as she sat poised, her back straight yet relaxed, her head gently tilting with the rise and fall of the music.

From my vantage point by the door, hidden just enough to remain unseen, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her face was serene, her expression a delicate blend of focus and passion, as though the music was not merely played but pulled from her very soul. The faintest smile tugged at her lips, betraying a secret joy she seemed to share with the keys alone.

I leaned quietly against the doorframe, afraid to step closer, lest I break the spell she had cast on the room—and on me. My heart raced, not from nervousness, but from the sheer beauty of the moment. Each note she played wrapped around me, drawing me into her world, a world I longed to be a part of.

The air between us felt electric, though she had no idea I was there. I admired her from the shadows, captivated by the way her slender fingers moved with such precision, her every gesture exuding elegance. The faint scent of the polished wood piano mixed with the aroma of lavender from the room, grounding me in a moment that felt like a dream.

She was art in motion, and I, the silent observer, could do nothing but stand there, mesmerized, wishing the music—and this fleeting, perfect moment—would never end.

“Yah! Jimin-shi, what are you doing over there?” Umji’s voice broke through my thoughts, snapping me out of the quiet reverie I had sunk into while watching her play the piano. My heart jumped, and without thinking, I clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her instantly.

“Keep it down, Umji!” I hissed, glancing nervously toward the piano room to see if anyone had noticed the commotion.

Her eyes narrowed at me, and I could tell she was about to let me have it once I removed my hand. “Ah… you creep! Why would you—” But before she could finish her protest, another voice rang out, interrupting us both.

“Jimin-ah! Umji-ah! You lovebirds need to get a room or something—you’re literally in school!”

It was Luna, striding down the hall with her usual flair, a teasing grin plastered across her face. And beside her... there she was. Y/n.

“Luna, stop it. Leave them alone,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at her friend before turning to us. Her voice was calm, but there was a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she found the situation mildly amusing. “Sorry about her. She’s just a bit much sometimes.”

I was frozen, my brain scrambling to form a coherent response. “I—I, uh… it’s fine. Hehe,” I managed, though my voice cracked awkwardly on the last word. My cheeks burned as I felt my face flush red.

Beside me, Umji elbowed me sharply in the ribs, her way of saying pull yourself together. I shot her a look, but before I could say anything else, Y/n spoke again.

“We should get going. Bye, Jimin-shi, Umji!” She waved lightly, her smile warm and effortless, before walking off with Luna.

I stood there for a moment, staring after her retreating figure, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

“You’re so awkward, dude,” Umji muttered, shaking her head as we started walking toward our next class.

“Whatever,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I could still feel the heat in my cheeks, and the ghost of Y/n’s smile lingered in my mind.

As we walked, I glanced at Umji, who was humming a random tune. She had been my best friend since elementary school, always there to back me up—or call me out. And, as annoying as she could be sometimes, I wouldn’t trade her for anyone.

But no matter how much I tried to focus on the next class or Umji’s chatter, my thoughts kept drifting back to that room, to her hands on the piano, and to the way she smiled at me, even if it was just for a moment.

Y/n was the top of the class—a title she carried effortlessly, like it was second nature. She wasn’t just academically brilliant; she had an artistry about her that captivated everyone who got to know her. She could play the piano with a grace that turned music into magic, and her skill with the violin was just as breathtaking. Every note she played seemed to come alive, telling stories no words could capture.

But it wasn’t just her talent that set her apart—it was her humility. Despite how accomplished she was, she never bragged or sought attention. She was the kind of person who’d stay after class to help someone struggling with homework or quietly cheer on her classmates during competitions. She was kind in a way that made you feel special, even if it was just a small smile or a quick “you can do it.”

And then there was her beauty. She was... radiant. Her smile could light up a room, with those perfect dimples framing it so effortlessly. Her eyes, deep and expressive, held the kind of warmth that made you feel seen and understood, even from across the room. Her presence alone made everything around her feel brighter.

I couldn’t help but let my thoughts linger on her, playing out memories of her laughter, the way her hair glimmered under the sunlight, and the way her voice carried a natural melody when she spoke. My mind began to wander further—her smile, her dimples, her eyes, her—

BRRRIIIING!

The sharp clang of the bell snapped me out of my trance. I jolted in my seat, my heart racing as if someone had caught me red-handed. Shaking my head, I tried to refocus, but my thoughts lingered stubbornly on Y/n.

“Ugh, focus, Jimin,” I muttered under my breath, grabbing my things for the next class. But as much as I tried to concentrate on anything else, I knew it was pointless. She had a way of staying in my mind, like a melody I couldn’t shake off.

“What will you be doing this weekend?” Umji asked as we walked down the hall, her voice casual but curious, like she always was.

I shrugged, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. “Buying groceries for my cat. He’s running low on food, and he’s already giving me those judgmental stares.”

Umji snorted. “Your cat owns you, doesn’t he?”

“Pretty much,” I admitted with a small grin. “What about you?”

She let out an exaggerated groan, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Dad’s forcing me to go with him fishing.”

“Fishing?” I raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. “Sounds fun.”

“Fun? Are you kidding? Sitting in a boat for hours, in the sun, waiting for something to bite? No, thank you.” She tossed her head back like it was the worst thing imaginable.

“Still…” I said, nudging her arm lightly, “quality time with your dad isn’t the worst thing in the world. You’ll probably catch something to cook for dinner, right?”

She sighed, half-defeated. “I guess. He does get weirdly happy when I go with him, so... I’ll survive. But if he makes me gut a fish again, I’m retiring as his daughter.”

I laughed at that, picturing her struggling with a fish while her dad gave her instructions. “Retiring, huh? Let me know how that goes. I hear being a cat parent isn’t much easier.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, and we kept walking, her rant about fishing fading into the comfortable rhythm of our banter.

Saturday I woke up later than usual, sunlight streaming through the blinds and warming my room. Jenga, my cat, was already awake, purring loudly as he rubbed himself against my feet, his way of demanding attention.

“I know, I know. I have to buy you food,” I mumbled, crouching down to scratch behind his ears. He purred even louder, his tail swishing happily.

After a quick breakfast, I got ready and headed out to the pet shop. The cool morning air felt refreshing as I walked, the streets already busy with people running their weekend errands. When I entered the shop, the familiar scent of pet supplies and the faint chatter of other customers greeted me.

Grabbing a basket, I started browsing the shelves, scanning for the brand of food Jenga liked. My mind was preoccupied with deciding between flavors—salmon or chicken—when something made me stop in my tracks.

There she was.

Y/n stood a few aisles away, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she held up a cat toy. She was laughing softly, her voice like music, and beside her was Luna, her ever-energetic friend.

“Lu, should I get this for Hubby?” Y/n asked, holding up a small mouse-shaped toy and tilting her head in mock seriousness.

“Hubby deserves the best,” Luna teased, grinning. “You should get the fancy one with the bells.”

Before I could even think of turning away or hiding behind a shelf, Y/n’s eyes flickered in my direction. For a moment, time seemed to slow. She smiled warmly when she saw me, lifting her hand in a small wave.

“Hi, Jimin-shi!” she called out.

Her smile—those dimples, her bright eyes—it hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless. My heart stuttered, and I felt an embarrassing warmth creep up my neck.

I tried to play it cool, giving a small wave back and managing an awkward “H-hey.”

Luna raised an eyebrow, her trademark smirk spreading across her face. “Well, look who it is,” she said, nudging Y/n with her elbow.

Y/n didn’t seem to notice her friend’s teasing. She smiled at me again before turning back to the shelf. I stood there for a moment, feeling like my legs had turned to jelly, before realizing I was still holding the basket awkwardly in one hand.

I needed to move—or at least figure out how to breathe again.

Luna’s phone buzzed loudly, breaking the moment. She pulled it out of her pocket and answered with a grin. “Hey, Jungkook. Yeah, I’m still at the pet shop. Wait, you’re already there? Ugh, fine. I’ll come grab you.”

She turned to me before I could even process what was happening. “Hey, Jimin. You wouldn’t mind looking after my sweet little bestie here while I fetch Jungkook, right?”

“Uh—”

“Great, thanks!” Luna said, not waiting for an answer. She patted my back with enough force to nearly knock me forward and started walking away.

“Luna!” Y/n called after her, but her friend just waved without turning around.

“She’s something else,” Y/n said, laughing softly as she turned back to me.

“Yeah, she really is,” I replied, trying to suppress the awkwardness rising in my chest.

Y/n smiled at me, tilting her head slightly. “So… you have a cat?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, nodding quickly. “His name’s Jenga. He’s kind of a spoiled prince, but, uh, I guess that’s my fault.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Jenga? That’s such a cute name! I have a cat too.”

“Really?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “What’s their name?”

“Hubby,” she said, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“Hubby?” I echoed, trying not to smile too much.

“Yeah, I know it’s a weird name,” she admitted, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. “Luna started calling him that as a joke, and it just stuck. Now every time I call for him, it feels like I’m talking to my nonexistent husband.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the image. “That’s actually adorable. So what’s Hubby like?”

She grinned. “Oh, he’s the sassiest little thing. He acts like he’s royalty. He’ll only eat out of specific bowls, and if I don’t give him attention the moment he demands it, he’ll knock something over just to prove a point.”

“That sounds... way too familiar,” I said with a laugh. “Jenga does the same thing. I swear, cats are masterminds. They know exactly how to manipulate us.”

“Right?!” she agreed, her laughter blending with mine. “But as much trouble as Hubby is, I can’t imagine not having him around. He’s basically my baby.”

For a moment, we both stood there, exchanging stories about our cats, the awkwardness between us melting away. The way she talked about Hubby—with so much affection and warmth—made my heart race just a little faster.

As our laughter faded into a comfortable silence, Y/n brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at me, her dimples showing just enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“We should arrange a kitty playdate for them,” she said, her eyes sparkling with the idea.

“A playdate?” I repeated, slightly caught off guard. The thought of Jenga interacting with another cat—let alone her cat—was both amusing and slightly terrifying. “I don’t know if Jenga plays well with others. He kind of thinks he’s the king of the world.”

Y/n chuckled, a soft sound that made me smile automatically. “Hubby’s the same way. He’s probably going to think Jenga’s his rival or something. But it could be fun, don’t you think? Watching them try to figure each other out?”

I could already picture it: Jenga glaring at Hubby, trying to assert dominance, while Hubby casually ignored him, lounging like the diva Y/n had described. The image made me laugh. “Yeah, it would definitely be interesting.”

“See?” she said, nudging me lightly with her elbow. “It’s settled, then. We’ll pick a day, and they can meet. You can bring Jenga to my place—there’s more space for them to run around.”

Her words caught me off guard. Her place? My mind scrambled to keep up. “Oh, uh, yeah. That sounds great,” I managed to say, trying not to sound too eager.

“Awesome,” she said with a grin, clearly pleased with the idea. “Just be warned—Hubby will probably show off. He loves an audience.”

“Well, Jenga might try to steal the show,” I joked, feeling a little more at ease now.

“Perfect. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone,” she teased, her laughter ringing out again.

As the conversation shifted back to the shelves of pet supplies, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny spark of excitement. A playdate for our cats sounded like a silly idea on the surface, but the thought of spending more time with Y/n—even under the guise of being responsible cat owners—was something I wouldn’t dare turn down.

Just as the conversation between Y/n and I was flowing, Luna came back into view, this time accompanied by none other than Jungkook, her boyfriend. He was carrying a bag of snacks, looking like he’d just come from somewhere else, his casual demeanor matching Luna’s usual energetic one.

“There goes my mom and dad,” Y/n murmured under her breath, but I caught it, a soft chuckle escaping me at her playful tone. It was obvious she was referring to how Luna and Jungkook always seemed like the perfect pair of mismatched parents in their friend group.

Luna spotted us immediately, her bright eyes locking on Y/n before turning to me with a teasing grin. “So, have you two been making cat plans or whatever?”

Y/n and I exchanged a quick, amused glance. “Yeah, we’ve been discussing a kitty playdate for Hubby and Jenga,” I said, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

Luna raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jungkook. “Oh? This I’ve got to see,” she said with a grin. “Are you sure the cats won’t end up fighting each other instead of playing?”

“It’s going to be fun to watch either way,” Y/n replied, her voice light, almost teasing. “But I’m more worried about what Jenga will do to Hubby. He thinks he’s top cat around here.”

Jungkook chuckled, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Sounds like a good time. Let me know when it happens. I’ll be watching from the sidelines, ready to break up any cat fights.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. “I’ll definitely let you know,” I promised, feeling a sense of excitement build at the thought of actually seeing Y/n again outside of the store.

Luna turned her attention back to Y/n, her tone shifting slightly. “Have you finished shopping?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got everything,” Y/n said, adjusting the bag in her hand. “I just need to grab a few more things at home, but I’m good for now.”

“Well, then,” Luna said, her expression turning mischievous, “we’ll leave you two alone now. Bye, Jimin-shi!” She waved at me, a wink accompanying her farewell.

“Bye, Jimin!” Y/n added with a soft, genuine smile.

I waved back, a bit flustered but smiling nonetheless. “See you, Y/n,” I said, my voice a little more soft than I meant it to be.

Luna and Jungkook started walking toward the exit, Luna talking animatedly about some random topic, while Y/n lingered for a moment, her gaze holding mine.

“Catch you later, Jimin,” she said, her smile lingering for just a bit longer than usual.

As she turned to follow her friends, she paused, glancing back at me with a thoughtful look. “Hey, um... do you think you could give me your number?” she asked, her voice slightly quieter but still warm. “For the cat playdate, you know… just in case we need to set a time or something.”

I blinked, a bit surprised but also excited. “Oh—yeah, of course,” I stammered, quickly pulling out my phone and unlocking it. “Here, just—just type it in.”

Y/n took the phone from my hand with a small, soft laugh, her fingers brushing against mine as she typed in her number. “Thanks, Jimin. I’ll text you soon about the playdate.”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said, feeling my heart race a little faster as she handed the phone back.

With one final smile, Y/n waved again. “See you soon, Jimin.”

“See you,” I managed to say, my thoughts a little scattered as I watched her walk away, feeling a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

She has my number. My mind kept repeating the words over and over, and I could feel my heart race a little faster with each thought. I watched as Y/n walked off with Luna and Jungkook, the feeling of her smile still lingering in my chest like a warmth that wouldn’t fade.

I couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

But just as I was lost in the moment, the sound of a locker slamming shut broke my daydreaming. “YAH, why you smiling like an idiot again?”

I jumped, startled by the voice. It was Umji, of course, standing at the end of the hallway with an exasperated look on her face. She was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, giving me a look that clearly said, she knew something was up.

“Umji, can you not?!” I said, trying to hide my grin but failing miserably.

She took one step closer, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t try to act innocent now. I know that look. You’re definitely thinking about something, and it’s probably about Y/n, isn’t it?”

My face flushed, and I quickly tried to wipe the goofy smile off my face, but it was no use. “It’s not like that...” I muttered, though even I knew I wasn’t fooling her.

Umji let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “You’re hopeless, Jimin. I knew it the moment I saw you two talking. You’re already all over the place in your head, aren’t you?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Umji was right.

“I told you, didn’t I?” she said, crossing her arms again. “You’ve been staring at her like some lovesick puppy for weeks. And now—now, you have her number? Pfft, you’re doomed.”

“Thanks for the support, Umji,” I muttered sarcastically, but the truth was, her teasing only made me more flustered.

“Yeah, yeah. But seriously,” she said, her voice softening just a little, “if you like her, you should do something about it. Don’t just stand there grinning like a fool.”

I gave her a sideways glance. “I’m not just grinning...”

“Oh, you’re totally grinning,” she said, nudging me with her elbow. “You’ve got that look in your eyes that says you’re definitely going to daydream about her later.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay, I get it. But let’s just get to class already.”

Umji just laughed. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re so obvious, Jimin.”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t hide the goofy smile creeping back onto my face as we walked toward our next class.

The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch, and I made my way to my locker, waiting for Umji like usual. As I leaned against the cool metal, I couldn’t help but smile again—thinking about the exchange earlier with Y/n. I must've looked like a complete idiot, but I didn’t care. She had my number. She actually asked for it.

"She's again late," I muttered to myself, leaning a little more into the locker as I checked my watch. Umji was always running behind, and I’d gotten used to it by now.

"Hey, Jimin."

I froze. That voice.

I turned around quickly, and there she was—Y/n, standing a few feet away with that soft smile of hers. My heart skipped a beat, and I mentally kicked myself for sounding so obvious earlier.

“H-hey,” I stammered, trying my best not to blush like an idiot.

Y/n chuckled at my flustered reaction, but she didn’t seem bothered by it. If anything, she looked even more at ease, like she was used to making people nervous.

“So, I was wondering,” she started, her eyes meeting mine, “are you free on Saturday?”

I blinked, surprised. Saturday? Was she seriously asking me this now? My mind raced, trying to process her words. "Yeah, totally," I said a little too quickly, my enthusiasm slipping through.

Her smile widened, and for a second, I could swear the world around us quieted. “Great! I was thinking, since we’re going to have that kitty playdate, maybe we can do something else after? Like grab a bite to eat or... you know, just hang out?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect,” I said, my voice a little steadier now, though my heart was still racing. I couldn’t believe it. She was asking me to hang out. Outside of school. Outside of the cat playdate. This wasn’t just casual anymore.

"Alright," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "I’ll text you the details, but I just wanted to check in if you were free."

“I’m free,” I replied instantly, a smile tugging at my lips that I couldn’t hide.

“Perfect,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I’ll see you then, Jimin.”

Before I could say anything else, she waved and walked off, leaving me standing there, practically glowing. My brain was still processing everything, but one thing was clear—I had just made plans with Y/n. Not just for the cats, but for us.

Umji was beside me smirking “ooooooh. He’s gonna get laid” she said teasingly “Shut up umji!”

Saturday came faster than I expected, like a timelapse in my mind. I woke up at 6 a.m., my heart already racing with excitement. I had the whole day to prepare for Y/n’s visit—and I wasn’t about to let anything slip through the cracks. The house had to be perfect.

I started with the basics: wiping down the tables, vacuuming every inch of the floor. I was determined to make the place presentable, even though I knew it wasn’t exactly the cleanest house on the block. But for Y/n? I wanted everything to be spotless.

As I moved from room to room, my mom appeared, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she came down the stairs. She blinked a few times, trying to wake up. “Son, why so early?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

I paused for a second, a little startled, but quickly replied, “Sorry, Mom. I just have a guest later.”

Her eyebrows raised, and she gave me a teasing smile, her sleepiness vanishing in an instant. “She must be special, huh? Well, I’ll let you finish, and I’ll cook breakfast later. I still have to go to work.”

“Love you, Mom,” I said, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to spread across my face.

“I love you too, Jimin,” she replied, her voice softening as she patted me on the shoulder before heading back to the kitchen.

I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as I continued cleaning. This wasn’t just some casual hangout anymore. Y/n was coming over—for real. And I wanted everything to go smoothly.

“Food bowls, check. Water, check. Extra kitty treats, check.” I ran through my checklist one last time, making sure everything was set. I wanted to make sure Jenga and Hubby—Y/n’s cat—had everything they could possibly need for their playdate.

Finally, I stopped and looked down at my own cat, who was sitting on the couch, watching me with those big, judgmental eyes. “Jenga, please be a good boy,” I said, trying to sound confident.

Jenga responded with a soft meow, almost like he was agreeing—though I wasn’t sure if he understood.

I sighed, giving him a last pat before hearing the doorbell ring. My heart skipped a beat. There she was.

I rushed to the door, quickly fixing my hair one last time, though I didn’t have much time to do anything other than take a deep breath. I opened it, and there she was—Y/n, standing outside with a cat carrier bag in hand, looking just as calm and beautiful as ever.

“Hey,” I greeted, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice. “You’re here.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Yep! Got Hubby all packed up and ready for his first playdate.” She shifted the cat bag, and I could hear the soft meowing from inside. “Hope Jenga’s ready too.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, the excitement building. “I think he’s ready. I hope they get along.”

“Well, if they don’t, we’ve got treats to bribe them,” Y/n laughed, walking inside after I stepped aside to let her in.

As she entered, I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. It was happening. Y/n was here. And this wasn’t just a casual hangout anymore—it was something more.

Jenga and Hubby just stood there, staring at each other. The silence between them was almost awkward, as if they were sizing each other up. Jenga, usually the more energetic one, was completely still, his eyes locked on Hubby.

Y/n pulled out her phone, ready to capture the moment. She held it up, her grin widening. “Wow, for the first time he’s like that,” she said, her voice full of amusement as she watched Jenga’s uncharacteristically calm behavior.

I couldn’t help but laugh, too. Jenga usually couldn’t sit still for five seconds, let alone stand there quietly. “Yeah, he’s usually a lot more... active,” I said, eyes still on my cat. “Jenga’s... friendly? Or he’s planning something?”

Y/n chuckled, her fingers lightly tapping the screen of her phone as she recorded. “I don’t know, maybe he’s just being cautious. Hubby can be a little intimidating at first, but once they get comfortable...”

Jenga slowly took a few steps forward, and Hubby blinked, then casually stretched out a paw. It was like a silent invitation. I raised an eyebrow, watching the two of them interact.

“Looks like he’s warming up,” I said, a little surprised.

Y/n laughed softly, still recording. “Maybe they’ll be best buds by the end of the day.”

For a moment, it felt like everything was perfectly aligned—Jenga and Hubby meeting each other, Y/n and I sharing a moment together. I couldn’t help but feel like I was experiencing something special.

A sudden crack of thunder made both of us jump. Y/n let out a small gasp, clutching the strap of her bag as she turned toward the window. Rain was now pouring heavily, streaking down the glass in thick rivulets. The sky outside had darkened, the storm rolling in quicker than either of us had expected.

“Oh no,” she sighed, pressing her palm against the windowpane. “Looks like we’re stuck in here, Hubs.” She glanced down at her cat, then back at me, her expression soft but questioning. “If that’s fine for you, Jiminshi?”

I swallowed, forcing myself to play it cool, even though my heart had already started racing. “That’s totally fine,” I said with a smile, trying to ignore the sudden warmth creeping up my neck.

As the storm outside raged on, the softest, most unexpected sight caught our attention—Jenga and Hubby, snuggled up in the corner, fast asleep. Jenga, the same cat who rarely showed affection, was curled up against Hubby like they’d been best friends forever.

Y/n’s eyes practically sparkled as she clasped her hands together. “Aww,” she whispered, her voice filled with pure adoration. Her eyes formed little hearts as she stared at the two furry companions, completely mesmerized.

I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. “It’s very unusual for Jenga to be this... cuddly.”

Y/n turned to me, her cheeks still carrying the trace of a smile. “Maybe he just needed the right company,” she mused.

I nodded, before suddenly remembering—I should be a good host. “Y/n, do you want something to eat? Or drink?” I asked as I opened the fridge, scanning the shelves for anything worth offering.

“A water will be fine, please,” she replied sweetly, shifting her focus from the window back to me.

I grabbed a bottle and handed it to her, our fingers brushing slightly. It was barely a touch, but even that small contact made my chest tighten. I cleared my throat, trying to think of something else to keep my nerves from making me awkward.

“Do you want to play video games while the cats are... contained?” I asked, glancing toward the corner where they were still peacefully curled up.

Y/n grinned, twisting the cap off her water. “Sure,” she said. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you, Jimin.”

I smirked, finally feeling a bit more at ease. “We’ll see about that.”

I set up the console and handed her a controller. We started off with a simple racing game, but soon, things turned competitive.

“Jimin, you’re so bad at this,” Y/n teased, giggling as she zoomed past my car for the third time.

I groaned. “I swear my controller is broken. There’s no way you’re this good.”

She laughed, nudging my arm playfully. “Excuses, excuses.”

The next game we picked was a battle-style one, where we had to fight against each other.

“Prepare to lose,” I declared confidently.

But within minutes, Y/n had completely destroyed me.

“No way! You practice this, don’t you?” I accused, eyes wide as my character got knocked out.

She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. “I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you!”

The room was filled with laughter, playful bickering, and the occasional “No fair!” from me every time she won. The rain continued to pour outside, but inside, it felt warm and alive.

After what felt like hours of intense gaming, I finally managed to win a round.

“HA! Take that!” I cheered, throwing my hands in the air.

Y/n pouted. “Beginner’s luck.”

I grinned. “Nah, that was pure skill.”

She rolled her eyes but laughed. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you this one.”

I looked at her, smiling to myself. This stormy day, which could’ve been dull and uneventful, had turned into something so unexpectedly fun. Y/n’s laughter, her presence—it made the whole afternoon feel special.

Maybe being stuck inside wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

All the way to school, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. My steps were light, almost skippy, and there was an undeniable happiness bubbling inside me. I finally found a girl who matched my freak, someone who made me laugh, who made my heart race in the best way possible.

“Yah! Weirdo,” Umji’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she nudged me with her elbow, a teasing smirk on her face.

I turned to her, still grinning. “Umj-ah, I had the best day of my life!” I practically sang, my eyes twinkling with excitement.

Umji raised an eyebrow before dramatically rolling her eyes. “Lovestruck puppy, aish,” she sighed, shaking her head.

I ignored her sarcasm and clutched my chest like I was in some kind of romance drama. “I’m serious! Saturday was... amazing. We played games, the cats actually got along, and—” I stopped myself, suddenly realizing how ridiculous I must’ve sounded.

Umji smirked. “Uh-huh. And let me guess, you kept staring at her like a lost puppy the whole time?”

I cleared my throat, trying to act unbothered. “I-I did not—”

She cut me off with a loud gasp. “You totally did!”

“Shut up!” I groaned, covering my face as my ears burned red.

Umji just laughed, slinging an arm around my shoulder as we walked through the school gates. “Ah, Jimin, my dear friend, you’ve got it bad.”

I sighed, but deep down, I knew she was right. And honestly? I didn’t mind one bit.

We arrived at school, and just as I was about to step inside, Umji suddenly nudged me hard in the ribs.

"Ow! Umji, stop with the—" I started to protest, rubbing my side.

"Yah! Your crush is coming!" she whisper-shouted, eyes twinkling with mischief.

My breath hitched as I instinctively looked up—and there she was. Y/n, walking through the school gates, her hair slightly tousled by the morning breeze, looking effortlessly pretty as always. She was chatting with Luna, her laughter ringing like a melody in the air.

Panic set in. I wasn’t ready for this. Was my hair okay? Did I look weird? Oh god, what if she noticed how stupidly happy I was just a second ago?

"Act normal," Umji muttered, trying to stifle her laugh.

I straightened up, attempting to look cool and composed, but my body betrayed me. My backpack nearly slipped off my shoulder, and when I tried to fix it, I almost tripped over my own feet.

"Smooth," Umji deadpanned.

Before I could recover, Y/n caught sight of me and smiled. "Good morning, Jimin!"

That was it. That was all it took for my brain to short-circuit.

"H-Hey! G-Good morning!" I stammered like an absolute fool.

Umji snorted beside me. "Lovestruck puppy," she muttered under her breath.

I ignored her. Y/n took a small step closer, tilting her head slightly. “So... up for another kitty playdate next week?”

I blinked, completely caught off guard. Did she just—? Was she asking me to hang out again?

"U-Uh, yeah! Totally! I mean—yeah, that’d be cool!" I blurted out way too enthusiastically.

Y/n giggled. “Great! Hubby had fun too, so let’s plan it soon.”

She gave me one last smile before walking off with Luna, leaving me frozen in place, heart pounding like a drum.

I turned to Umji, who was already shaking her head. "Jimin, you are so obvious."

I let out a dreamy sigh. "I don't even care."

Umji groaned. "You're officially hopeless."

But honestly? I was perfectly fine with that.

Saturdays had officially become my favorite days.

Every week, without fail, Y/n would arrive at my doorstep, carrying Hubby in his little travel bag, a warm smile on her face that never failed to send my heart into overdrive. The moment the door opened, Jenga would perk up, already expecting his new playmate, and the excitement in the air was almost contagious.

"Jiminshi, I think they recognize each other now," Y/n said with a giggle one Saturday afternoon as we watched the two cats sniffing and circling each other.

I laughed, watching as Jenga playfully batted at Hubby’s tail before darting away. "They probably think they own the place now."

Each Saturday felt like a little adventure of its own. Some days, we'd just lounge around, watching as our cats zoomed across the living room, knocking over everything in their way. Other times, we’d try to get them to wear tiny outfits—though that usually ended with us getting swatted at while Y/n cried from laughter.

And then, of course, there were the video game battles.

“You’re so going down today,” I smirked as I handed Y/n a controller, settling onto the couch.

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “Jimin, I’ve destroyed you every single time. What makes you think today is different?”

“Because I practiced,” I declared proudly.

And yet, ten minutes later, I was groaning in defeat while Y/n laughed victoriously beside me. “You’re hopeless,” she teased, nudging my shoulder.

I didn’t mind losing. Not when it meant seeing her smile like that.

Other Saturdays, we'd just talk—about school, life, our childhoods. I learned that Y/n had always wanted a cat but had to wait until she was older to get one. I told her about how Jenga had randomly appeared outside my house one day and refused to leave.

One afternoon, as the sun cast a golden glow through my window, she leaned back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "You know... these Saturdays are kinda my favorite now."

I almost dropped the glass of water I was holding. "Really?"

She turned her head to look at me, her expression soft. "Yeah. It’s fun. It’s... nice spending time like this."

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

"Yeah," I managed to say, clearing my throat. "It really is."

Jenga and Hubby curled up together on the rug, their tails intertwined as they drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, my heart raced, knowing that next Saturday, she’d be here again.

And the Saturday after that.

And maybe, just maybe, one day, I’d finally tell her just how much these Saturdays meant to me.

"Dude, are you really just gonna stay like that forever?" Umji said, plopping down beside me as I set down the book I was reading—How to Get Your Crush to Like You Back.

"Like what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She gave me an exaggerated look before motioning toward the book. "Duh. Reading that without even applying any of the stuff it says." She took a sip from her water bottle, watching me like she was waiting for me to realize something obvious.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I just... I don’t know, Umji." My fingers fiddled with the edge of the book. "I don’t know how to ask her out."

Umji groaned, throwing her head back. "Jimin, seriously? She literally comes over every Saturday. She hangs out with you for hours. Do you need a flashing neon sign that says Ask Y/n Out?"

I let out another sigh, this one heavier. "I’m just waiting for the right time."

Umji scoffed, crossing her arms. "Then find it. Or, I dunno, lose it?"

That made me pause. I frowned. "Lose it? What do you mean?"

She stared at me like I was the densest person on earth. "Jiminah. You are not the only guy who has heart eyes for Y/n."

That got my attention. "Wait, what?"

Umji leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. "Kim Seokjin. The senior. He’s been talking about her a lot lately. Watching her every school performance, going to every event she’s in." She gave me a pointed look. "Like, every single one."

A sudden tightness formed in my chest. Seokjin? The guy every girl in school practically swooned over?

I swallowed hard. "You’re right," I said, my voice firmer this time. "I can’t just sit around anymore. I’m going to confess this Saturday."

Umji grinned and clapped her hands together. "That’s my beste! Finally, some action!"

I exhaled sharply, my heartbeat already picking up at the thought. Saturday. That was the day. No more hesitation. No more waiting.

It was now or never.

I was waiting outside Y/n’s homeroom, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying to calm my nerves. My palms were slightly sweaty, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. Today’s the day, Jimin. You got this.

The classroom door creaked open, and Luna stepped out, eyes glued to her phone. She barely noticed me standing there until I cleared my throat.

“Hey, Luna,” I greeted, trying to sound casual.

She glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, hey. Looking for Y/n?”

“Yeah, is she here?” I asked, peering inside the room, but there was no sign of her.

Luna shook her head. “She was asked by Professor Shin to bring some papers to the seniors.”

“Seniors?” I repeated, a small knot forming in my stomach.

“Yep,” Luna confirmed, casually scrolling through her phone. “You know, for their upcoming events and stuff.”

My stomach twisted slightly. Seniors… Did that mean she was with him? Seokjin? The guy Umji warned me about? The guy who apparently had been keeping a close eye on Y/n?

I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the sudden unease creeping up my spine.

“Uh… do you know where exactly?” I asked, attempting to keep my voice steady.

Luna finally looked up from her phone and gave me a smirk. “Why? You jealous or something?”

I stiffened. “W-What? No! I just—”

She laughed, cutting me off. “Relax, Jimin. She should be back soon. Why don’t you just wait here?”

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Maybe I was overthinking things. But still, the thought of Y/n spending time with Seokjin, even for school work, made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.

“Alright,” I muttered, leaning against the wall.

I’d wait.

And today, no matter what, I was going to tell her how I felt.

A couple of minutes later, I straightened up as I saw Y/n walking down the hallway beside Professor Shin. My heart did a little flip at the sight of her—hair slightly tousled, cheeks lightly flushed, probably from carrying all those papers.

"Thanks for the help, Y/n," Professor Shin said, giving her an appreciative nod.

"No problem, sir," she replied with a bright smile.

That’s when her eyes landed on me.

“Oh, Jiminshi,” she said, blinking in surprise.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

“Uh—hey,” I managed to say, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. “I was just… waiting for you.”

Her lips curled into a soft smile. “Oh? What’s up?”

This was it. My chance. My moment.

But why did my throat suddenly feel dry?

Luna, still standing nearby, stifled a laugh and muttered, “This should be fun.”

I ignored her, inhaling deeply before looking straight into Y/n’s eyes.

“I… I wanted to ask you something.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to push past the nerves threatening to paralyze me. Now or never, Jimin. Just do it.

“I wanted to ask if…” I hesitated for half a second before exhaling sharply. “If you’d like to go out with me this Saturday. Like… on a date.”

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn’t expected that.

“Oh…” she blinked, processing my words. “A date?”

Before she could say anything else, a voice from behind interrupted us.

“Y/n!”

I turned my head just in time to see him.

Kim Seokjin.

The senior.

The guy Umji had warned me about.

He was standing a few feet away, holding what looked like a small, neatly wrapped box in his hand. His confident demeanor faltered slightly as he took in the scene—me standing close to Y/n, her looking up at me with curious eyes, and Luna and Umji watching with barely contained excitement.

Jin’s gaze flickered between us, realization dawning on his face.

I knew it.

He was about to ask her out.

But I had beaten him to it.

Umji and Luna exchanged a glance before smirking and casually high-fiving in the background.

Y/n, seemingly unaware of the small unspoken battle that had just taken place, smiled at me—soft, warm, genuine. “I’d love to, Jimin.”

My heart nearly burst out of my chest. “R-Really?”

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah. A kitty playdate is fun, but I think a real date sounds even better.”

Luna let out a dramatic ooooh while Umji snickered. Jin, to his credit, managed to keep his face neutral, though I could see the disappointment flicker in his eyes before he cleared his throat.

“Well,” Jin said, forcing a small smile. “Looks like I was a little late.”

Luna, never one to miss a moment, whispered loudly, “Too late.”

Jin shot her a look but then chuckled, shaking his head. “Good luck, Jimin.” He gave Y/n one last glance before slipping the box into his pocket and walking away.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

I had done it.

I had asked her out. And she said yes.

As Y/n and I exchanged shy smiles, Umji and Luna high-fived again, this time even harder.

“Finally,” Umji muttered. “About damn time.”

“Aigoo, finally our baby is dating,” Jungkook said, dramatically wiping away fake tears as he pulled a laughing Luna into a tight hug. The couple’s playful teasing filled the air as they shared the moment with us.

Beside them, Umji was happily stuffing food into her mouth, barely pausing to breathe. "He’s been lovestruck by her like, since forever," she said, voice muffled as she chewed, a proud glint in her eyes. "But because of my words of wisdom, he finally got the guts."

Luna and Jungkook exchanged amused glances, chuckling at the scene. "Words of wisdom?" Luna teased, arching an eyebrow. "That’s what you’re calling it?"

“Hey, I know what I’m talking about,” Umji said, giving a dramatic wink between mouthfuls. “It’s all about timing.”

The park around us felt peaceful—just the kind of place to spend a Saturday afternoon. Y/n and I sat on the grass, our cats, Jenga and Hubby, sprawled lazily between us, enjoying the rare moment of calm. The two cats had become inseparable over the past few weeks, and seeing them curled up together made me smile.

Luna and Jungkook sat a little further away, their playful teasing continuing as they watched us. "I’m still amazed you guys actually did it," Jungkook commented, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Thought it was gonna take you forever to ask her out, Jimin."

I smiled, feeling a little embarrassed but also proud. "Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy… but it was worth it."

Y/n smiled shyly beside me, her fingers gently brushing against mine as she leaned closer. "I’m glad you asked."

I felt my heart flutter at her words. The warmth between us was undeniable.

Jungkook and Luna exchanged a glance, clearly noticing the shift in the air. Luna sighed dramatically, holding a hand to her heart. "This is so cute, I’m getting heartburn from it."

"Same," Jungkook agreed, giving us a thumbs-up. "You guys make a good couple."

Umji, wiping her mouth and swallowing another bite, joined in with a cheeky grin. "You two better not get too lovey-dovey. I’m still here, you know."

I chuckled. "We’re just enjoying the moment."

It was a peaceful afternoon, surrounded by friends, our cats, and a growing bond that felt like it had always been there. The playful teasing, the laughter, the feeling of being surrounded by people who cared—it all made the day feel perfect.

And somehow, it felt like this was just the beginning.

I blinked, trying to process her words as they slowly sunk in. Y/n turned to face me fully, her smile widening as she watched my expression change.

“You know,” she started again, her voice soft but filled with a hint of playfulness. I hummed in response, trying to maintain my cool, but my heart was already racing.

“I didn’t actually propose the kitty playdate for the cats,” she said, her eyes gleaming as she tilted her head slightly.

My brow furrowed in confusion, but before I could ask what she meant, she added, “It was for us.”

My breath caught in my throat. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, and the world seemed to slow for a second. She wasn’t talking about the cats. She wasn’t talking about the playdate. She was talking about us.

I glanced at her, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The sounds of the park faded, and it was just her and me, sitting on the grass with our cats beside us, hearts quietly syncing with the unspoken understanding between us.

My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “You… you did that for us?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Yeah.”

I felt the corners of my lips twitch into a grin. “I’m glad you did,” I said softly, unable to stop myself from blushing.

Y/n’s smile deepened, and she reached over, gently taking my hand in hers. It was a simple gesture, but it felt so incredibly right.

In that moment, everything just clicked.

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Umji is a supportive bestie and a foodie

Luna is Luna