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Park Jimin has the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.
The guy is beautiful overall, but his eyes. Piercing when accidentally met across a room —your swear your heart stopped for a full minute that one time —, passionate and sharp when performing on stage. Puppy-like when looking at something that catches his attention in amazed wonderment. Soft and sweet when they look up to the people he loves— and oh, dreaming about him looking at you that way makes funny things to your insides—.
You settle with admiring from afar though. Park Jimin is out of your league. His ethereal beauty and nice personality make for a combination of unapproachableness. Even if in reality the guy is a complete sweetheart, your idolizing of him places him on a shelf far from your reach. You’re fine with it though, if nothing you have mad respect for the star student of your Academy of Arts.
You both belong to different departments anyway. You’re an art major and he is a dance major. You couldn’t dance to save your life, but you enjoy attending his performances and watching his youtube dance practice videos. You watch them in detail to practice flow and human anatomy for your art —or that’s what you tell yourself after the hundreth replay—. And so is the way that over the course of the fall semester Park Jimin becomes your muse. Inspiration for idle days and lecture doodles, you fill half a journal with various drawings and sketches of him. There’s lot of things aesthetically pleasing about him, but the stars of your small moleskin journal are his eyes.
Everything is fine and dandy until one day, said Park Jimin finds your journal.
You’ve had your fill of caffeine and get up to dispose of the paper cup on your way to the bathroom. And as luck will have it, in said time, somehow, Park Jimin gets his hands on your sketching journal. Fan-fucking-tastic.
“Excuse me.” You catch him red handed flipping through the pages. Appropiately enough, he seems to be startled by your appearance.
He licks his lips. “Ah, sorry. Is this yours?” You nod your head.
“I was walking to my table when I noticed it lying on the ground with nobody around. I was looking for a name, of the owner, sorry for snooping around.” He scratches his neck, shy, but returns his attention to the pencil drawn sketches filling the pages.
“These are great. Amazing. You drew all of these?” He mumbles in wonder, his eyes look up to yours in that soft puppy-like gaze that you like so much. If only the circumstances were different.
You nod, wishing the earth would open up and swallow you whole.
He flips through the pages completely indifferent to your utter embarassment. “So good… ”
Your hands sweat as seconds pass by, the anxiety bubbling in your chest bursts in an embarassing squeak that leaves your lips before you can stop it. “Thank you! Um, can I please have it back?”
He looks up from the pages with piercing eyes and a stupid smirk on his face. “Are these… of me?” He points at the book.
You shake your head in a knee-jerk reaction, Jimin raises an eyebrow. “These look a lot like my eyes.” He mumbles as he contemplates a particular page that, in fact has a sketch of Jimin’s eyes in it.
Your mouth ultimately betrays you with the truth. “Well actually, yes. I guess it’s you, yeah.”
As much as you’re embarassed by your little hobby, you’re proud of it too. Those are some good Jimin sketches if you say so yourself, might as well own up to your artistry. Even if the outcome is terribly embarassing.
“Amazing. You’re really good.” He closes the journal, extending it to you with a smile. You earnestly reach for the object only for him to change his mind the last second and pull it back to his chest.
He squints. “But I’m curious… why do you draw me? We know each other, right? You are in my art history course. You are… ”
“Y/N. ”
“Right, Y/N!” He nods, and both of you fall into awkward silence. You contemplate snatching the book and making a run for it, but that would hardly be conducive to a good impression. If your weird stalking and drawing him hadn’t already ruined his impression of you, that is. He seems to read the atmosphere well enough and gives you a soft smile as some kind of unspoken “sorry” for poking too much into kinda/not really his business.
“These are amazing Y/N, thank you.” He bows, and extends the sketchbook once more. You grab it and your fingertips buzz with the brush of his skin. You throw pride out the damn window.
“I-I like your dancing. I watch your videos to practice anatomy and poses.”
“Oh. Thank you, I’m flattered.” His eyes go into crescent moons. “But there are many like me. I’m just one of the bunch.”
“Don’t say that, you’re star student Park Jimin.” You nudge him. “I admire your talent.” He smiles bigger at that.
“Besides, I think your eyes are really pretty.” You add in a small voice.
His mouth and eyes go adorably wide in surprise. “Woah, really?”
You nod feeling your cheeks burning at your bold confession. “Really. They are beautiful… hasn’t anyone told you that?”
He makes a show of thinking about it really hard. “I think so, does my mom count?” He smiles, a full on eye smile that makes your heart swell with a warm feeling.
“Moms top the list of compliments that count.” You giggle.
A soft smile spreads across Jimin’s full lips. His demeanor becomes unexpectedly shy as he entertains himself with the corners of a napkin lying on your table. “Ah, I don’t know. I’ve always kind of liked them but never received compliments about them before.”
There’s a pregnant pause as Jimin looks up and stares into your eyes. He looks incredibly vulnerable, and real, like he jut exposed to you an insecurity of his. And that’s pobrably it. An aching fire spreads across your chest as you’re filled with the overwhelming need to love him and give him all and any validation he needs. He must know, his eyes are beautiful. All of him is beautiful.
“A pity.” You mumble offering a small but sincere smile. His demeanor shifts.
Jimin runs a hand through his hair as he licks his lips, an habit you’ve caught on by now. “To be honest, I’m more used to hearing: jiminie is so cool, jiminie is so cute, ah jiminie your thighs, wah jiminie’s abs and stuff like that.” He grins unabashedly.
You laugh at his shameless display of cockiness. For as much as he is a sweetheart, Park Jimin is a tease.
Jimin supresses a smile as his hand grazes the skin of your arm in a friendly touch. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to brag.”
You stare at him in amusement. “Yes you did.”
He nods his head and licks his full lips. “Maybe.”
You roll your eyes at him and pull your journal to your chest. An attempt to prevent your heart from bursting from its cage.
“So, Y/N, guess I’ll have to keep you around so I’m reminded of how beautiful my eyes are more often.” He leans into your personal space, opening his eyes in a comical expression of extra-ness. You laugh, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
“You’re such a brat Park Jimin. You have a mirror for that.” You push his chest away. Unintentionally engaging in a staring contest until you give in at the leap of your heart.
“But I’d love that. I’d really love that.”
He smiles so big his eyes disappear and you know you are a goner.