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Jimin sighs, red bangs flopping into her eyes as she unbuckles the seatbelt sitting snug around her waist. She stands while rolling her neck and stretching her arms as far as they can go without hitting the ceiling of the plane (not that she’s close to that kind of height in the first place).
“Have a good day.” She smiles sweetly to the nice old woman who had been her company for the ride; a kind lady with a large heart and good advice on how to keep nausea down during takeoff and landing. Jimin slings her backpack over his shoulders and then reaches up to the overhead compartment to grab her second carry on. Then, following the flow of people towards the exits of the plane, she waves goodbye to the stewardesses and walks out into the terminal.
Immediately she pulls her phone from her pocket and watches it connect to internet, flooding with messages and updates. Scrolling through them, she searches for one name in particular.
[Messages] now
Seagull Boy-
I’m right outside of the security checkpoint…
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The girl purposely chooses not to slide for more, guessing that Jeongguk would probably respond by whining for her to hurry up because he has dance practice.
She walks through the terminal, not allowing her jetlag一courtesy of the thirteen hour flight一to slow her down. She might not be currently or ever keen on listening to Jeongguk’s obnoxious complaints, but she hasn’t seen him in ages (she’s just exaggerating, it’s been only, like, six days).
They’re parents having been best friends guaranteed the friendship between the two sparking at a young age. They’ve grown up as brother and sister, always together. And though Jeongguk had an older brother and Jimin and younger, she and Jeongguk clicked better despite him being the snarkiest out of the bunch. That’s not to say that she’s not close with his brother Junghyun or her own brother Jihyun, she just happened to bond with Jeongguk easier.
They’ve always had similar interests that guided their lives; going to the same dance studio and participating in the same clubs. Unfortunately, they’ve (obviously) always been two years apart. When Jimin left for college and moved from Busan to Seoul, it impacted both of them, taking quite the toll. They both skyped each other every night and kept in contact as if they were right next to the other the whole time.
When Jeongguk graduated from high school, he made the decision to go to the same college as Jimin. Both were excited to be together again, going as far as to move in with each other to a small little apartment complex about three blocks away from campus. The change was for the better, improving Jimin's previously and seemingly permanent sour mood. Before Jeongguk moved in with her, she was grumpy, rude, and overworked. But when they started living together, Jimin evolved into the truly sweetheart she is. She made new friends, worked diligently, and became more empathetic.
If Jeongguk hadn’t decided to apply for her college, she wouldn’t have joined the dance team, her grades would still be suffering, and she might’ve been kicked out of college. She’s beyond grateful for him.
“Noona!” She looks up to see her best friend barreling towards her suddenly. She grins, throwing her arms open to catch the much taller boy.
“Wow, I didn’t think that you missed me that much, Guk.” Jimin chuckles, feigning a collected expression when really her chest is swelling with happiness.
“It’s been so lonely without you though, noona! Namjoon hyung started a new book and there’s been no one to save me from the wrath of his philosophical rants.” He says, faking a whimper sound.
Jimin giggles, playfully patting his back in comfort. “Alright you big baby, I missed you too. But let’s get going and get the rest of my bags, yeah?”
They break their hug but continue to cling to each other as they head to the baggage claim.
“So how was California?” He asks.
“Amazing.” She smiles. Since joining the dance team, they’ve participated in many different competitions and camps because their college is an art school. This ensures a lot of travelling across the country and sometimes internationally. In her most recent trip, she had been sent on a solo trip to train for five days to hone her skills in hip hop, all of it paid for by the school. It was an offer she couldn’t turn down, even if it meant she would miss some classes.
“Did you meet anybody famous there?” Jeongguk asks, curiousness bright in his eyes.
She laughs, shaking her head. “Nah, I was nowhere near Hollywood.”
When they reaches the baggage claim, they stand quietly, basking in each other’s company. After what seems like forever, her bag comes into view. The bright pink suitcase with the large sticker flower on the side, the one that Seokjin got her as a farewell gift with tears streaming down her cheeks (sometimes her noona is so extra).
“There it is.” Pointing to it, Jimin walks forward and reaches out to grab it. But not before another hand rests on the handle. What the hell?
Jimin turns, ready to glare at the stranger who’s trying to steal her suitcase but her face morphs into an awed shock, a gasp choking her threat. Cue the music .
Next to her is the most gorgeous girl she’s ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. Sun-kissed, golden skin with contrasting bright blonde hair that’s tied back into a ponytail, bangs swept to the side. Warm chocolate eyes and long lashes that bounce off of high cheekbones when she blinks. The flawless slope of a nose like that of a model with a small freckle on the tip. Pink parted lips that give a glimpse of pearly white teeth. She has a perfectly proportioned body and stands nearly as tall as Jeongguk with white converse sitting on her feet. She also has the best sense of fashion with a white shirt sinfully buttoned with the two two undone paired with a short red skirt.
Jimin knows she’s staring and that she’s blushing like an idiot and that her bag as continued on the roundabout. Yet in the presence of such a beauty, she can’t bring herself to care.
“Oh sorry, I guess that’s my bag then.” She points towards a bag. Jimin tears her eyes away from the girl to see another bright pink suitcase with the large sticker flower on the side. She snorts. The girl does too, her laugh more heavenly than a chorus of angels.
Both girls grab their respective suitcase. Jimin picks up the tag and reads Kim Taehyung. She bites her lip to keep from squealing. What kind of luck is this? To get the name of a gorgeous girl without even asking? Jimin must’ve saved a country in her past life.
“You’re Park Jimin, I take it?” Said girl almost dies at the way her name rolls off of the other’s tongue.
“Y-yeah that’s me.” She nods feverishly, cheeks positively pink.
Taehyung laughs again, mouth forming the most endearing boxy smile that Jimin has ever seen. Maybe she’s dead.
“Well, could I see your phone?” Taehyung asks.
“Yes!” Jimin almost throws it at her face, moving faster than Seokjin can move to catch a vase that Namjoon bumped. She unlocks her phone and gives it to Taehyung.
The taller girl takes the phone into her smooth, slender hands and begins to type. “I just put my number into your phone and sent a message to myself. Maybe I’ll see you around but for now I have to get going. See ya!” She smiles again before disappearing into the crowd of people, leaving Jimin’s heart pounding.
She looks down at her phone and squeals, surrounding people glancing at her with concern, not that she cares.
“Wow, that was like something straight out a drama.” Jeongguk says, just as awestruck as Jimin. “She was cute too.”
“Hey, don’t you dare一” She snaps but stops, glancing down at her buzzing phone.
[Messages] now
Taehyungie♡-
Do you maybe want to meet for coffee...
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Jimin promptly dies.