Author-note: Please imagine the freshman year as the “11th grade”. I know in America the freshman year is 9th grade or something, but I live in Germany and for us it's kind of the 11th grade and for me that detail is important, because some parts of the story are based on personal experience and it just feels wrong to me if I set it at a different time/age. So just keep in mind that they're in 11th grade and not 9th.

The first chapter is only Jikook, the Vhope storyline starts in Chapter 2.

As I've just noticed some parts of the chapter happen to be cursive although I didn't do that and I'm having trouble fixing that. I hope it doesn't disturb too much. It seems like the editor changed and I have to get used to that. But I'm too tired to care now, so I hope you'll still enjoy the chapter and ignore the screwed up formatting.

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Jungkook's POV

"Do you think you could kiss someone without feeling anything?"

Jimin said to me while we were sitting on one of those wooden barriers that were encircling the sports field. In the background there were voices of our friends that were celebrating a birthday in and around a small hut that was next to the sports field, but to me they sounded as faint as if they were miles away. I couldn't concentrate on them. All I could think of was Jimin and what he had just said. My mind was like a busy highway full of racing cars, racing thoughts rapidly dashing through my mind, too fast for me to really catch them. Never ever would I ever have expected such words coming out of Jimin's mouth being addressed at me. I had known Jimin since fifth grade, but we didn't really have anything to do with each other. At around 9^th grade we started to get on friendly terms, because I sometimes gave him my chocolate bar. But it had never went deeper than superficial friendliness until our freshman year. Jimin had a crush on one of my female friends, but the feelings weren't returned. I coincidentally found out so I was the first and only person who knew about it. That's when things got more tight between us. Jimin was really down, because of his unrequited love and I was just there for him all the time. We spent almost every lunch break together and he always had a shoulder to lean on. I felt happy to be friends with him and I never thought of him as anything more than that....until that one day when our religion classes went on a trip. Before we entered the bus that they had reserved I asked a friend of mine whether we'd sit next to each other and he agreed. I hadn't even thought of sitting next to Jimin, because although we were friends now, when it came to these things he still always had his squad of boys that he'd stick to. I then entered the bus and chose a seat. Some boys of Jimin's squad sat down right behind me and Jimin came up to me and said:

“Hey Jungkook ,let's sit together.”

He just sat down next to me determined and when I saw my friend coming up I helplessly shot him an apologizing gaze, but he seemed to take it lightly and smiled at me when he passed us. It took a few hours to get to the destination so we listened to music together. Jimin was always listening to music with his body and soul, always singing along, always moving his body to the music somehow. At first we were listening to music from his cellphone, but later on we switched to my cellphone and when he made a playful joke about my taste of music I brushed him off, slightly turned away to the window and folded my arms. Partly I wasn't really offended, but one part actually was, because I had always hated to share my music with people or justify my taste. Jimin bumped my shoulder and said:

“Come on, don't sulk! I'm sorry.”

With one of his bumps I unfolded my arms and one of them fell down and landed in Jimin's. He interlaced our fingers as if it was the most natural thing in the world. My mouth didn't open. I was too shocked and too confused. We just got back to listening to music together and from time to time we leaned on eachother's shoulders. We hardly spoke a word for the rest of the drive. I think it would've ruined the moment. When we arrived we freed our hands and got out of the bus. During our abidance there we acted totally normal. We weren't sticking to each other like glue, but we also weren't avoiding each other. When it was time to drive back we got back to the bus and Jimin and I switched places, because he wanted to sit at the window. When we had settled he inconspicuously placed his hand next to mine and opened it and moved it in a way to signal for me to take it. So we got back to holding hands while we covered ourselves with our jackets to get comfy. But it's never been just 'holding' hands. Sometimes he caressed my hand in a way no one ever had. And I returned it. I was totally drawn in by the moment. It felt so real and surreal at the same time. I realized that it was really happening right there and it screwed with my brain. Suddenly I was wondering if anyone had seen it and looked around worriedly. His friends were sitting right behind us and there were people in seats angled perfectly to see what's going on, but Jimin didn't seem to care at all. So I just leaned my head on his shoulder, listened to my music and let myself enjoy the moment, no matter what it would bring in the future.

After that day everything was still normal between us except for the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about it. Nothing happened until one day at lunch break. We walked to the near-by supermarket, but it was very cold and I complained about it on our way back and he did the most cliché thing ever by taking my hand and putting it in the pocket of his jacket. I thought these things only happen in movies, but maybe Jimin only did it, because he had seen it in a movie. One of our classmates was coming our way and saw it, but Jimin didn't bother to pull back, nor did I. But after that nothing else had occurred and I actually felt like we were becoming more distant, because Jimin was making new friends and other things.

And then we were there at the party during summer holidays sitting at the wooden barrier talking about kissing. I was slightly drunk and it felt more surreal than all the other occasions.

“So...do you think you could kiss ME...without feeling anything?”

“I think so.” the words just flood out of my mouth without me realizing what I was saying and where it was leading.

“Do you want to do it?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Why not?” I guess it was the alcohol speaking from inside of me, because as soon as I had said it I thought to myself: “ What the hell? What are you doing?”

Jimin got up and reached out his hand to me.

“Come with me.” he said.

I took his hand and he led me deeper into the dark sports field. I felt my heart beating faster.