Fate's Canvas | PJM ff

Y/N's POV

If someone asked me what my biggest mistake in life was, I would say it was agreeing to be Park Jimin's 'friend.'

It had been three days since the café incident, and I was already regretting every second of it.

Because this man?

HE WAS LITERALLY EVERYWHERE.

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Like, yesterday..

~flashback~

I walked through the hallway, yawning slightly as I adjusted my bag.

It was a normal morning. Students chatting, lockers slamming, the usual rush before class-

Until I heard it.

"Y/N-ah!"

She stopped mid-step, her body stiffening.

No. Not in this early morning.

Slowly, I turned around, already dreading what I would see.

And there he was.

Park Jimin. Asshole.

Jogging towards me like some lead actor in a romance drama.

And worst of all-he was waving.

I inhaled deeply, counting to three in my head.

Ignore him. Walk away.

But before I could move, he was already standing beside me.

"Morning, bestie!"

I clenched my jaw.

"I am not your bestie."

I could hear some students stickering,

"why is Jimin waving at Y/n?"

"Are they friends now?"

"Wasn't she Jimin's target? Did he stopped bullying?"

Oh trust me, I've the exact questions in my head.

~End of flashback~

I swear he was like a cockroach. Unkillable. Unshakable. And way too smug about it.

.◍°•♬~•~♬•°◍.

Jin's POV

"I think he's sick."

Yoongi raised a brow at me. "Who?"

I sighed, leaning against the locker. "Jimin. That idiot hasn't been the same since the party."

Yoongi chuckled. "You mean since your sister slapped the soul out of him?"

I nodded. "Exactly. I swear, she must've rearranged his brain cells, because now he's acting weird."