jimin hugged herself as she stood outside a large department store.

she blew hot air into her glove covered hands.

where the hell was her date?

well...her friend...who was pretending to be her date.

she glared at the familiar male who already had an apologetic look on his face.

“yah, kim namjoon.” she scolded.

“c’mon jimin you can’t be that mad, work ran later than i thought it would.” he tried.

“liar.” she said, squinting her eyes suspiciously.

“okay, i was flirting with yerin.”

“stop flirting with my best friend you nerd.” 

“ouch... i thought i was your best friend.”

she rolled her eyes.

namjoon reached out for her hand.

she reluctantly gave her hand to him.

the pair walked down the street to a large fancy hotel where their high school reunion was being held.

at 31 and 28 respectively, the couple had decided to act as each other’s partners for the night so friends could think they had lasted this long.

it had been ten years since jimin had graduated and fourteen for namjoon.

they were a fake couple in high school too, just to get namjoon out of rumors of him being gay.

he didn’t mind it, but class mates had about it.

jimin was he mastermind of the fake couple concept.

being an exchange student from the country side, she was a lot more brave and thoughtful that namjoon could've expected the small girl to be.

he had only wished he’d met her sooner.

-

jimin hugged her coat close as namjoon pulled her through the crowd.

she studied his back, he was wearing a white button up that complimented his body very well.

he was thin, but these days she noticed he had gotten a bit thicker, more muscular.

she wondered if he had a new girlfriend.

he would’ve told her if he did, right?

he was also wearing long dress pants and dress shoes. 

no wonder he had sent her clothes to wear.

namjoon had finally stopped at a table where he greeted some friends.

“oh namjoon, jimin!” 

hoseok, who was namjoon’s close friend, waved.

he was sitting with his girlfriend and another friend named yoongi.

“you guys should sit here.” yoongi added.

“jimin-ah.” namjoon nodded, as if asking if it was okay to sit.

she nodded.

“waah, you look great jimin.” yoongi grinned.

“thank you oppa.” she blushed.

“ooh well look who it is!” namjoon started pointing behind jimin.

she turned around to see a familiar face.

“it’s the male jimin!” hoseok pointed.

“oh! twin!” jimin pointed before getting up to hug her male counterpart.

namjoon twisted his face at how closely the male jimin was hugging his jimin.

his jimin?

...get it together namjoon...

“oppa do you wanna sit with us?” jimin asked.

“no, no its okay, i came with my girlfriend.” he explained.

“ah..what a shame.” she pouted.

“if it’s such a shame go sit with him.” namjoon interjected before getting up and walking off.

both jimins looked at each other in confusion.

“sorry about that...i’m gonna go check on him.” she excused herself and went on to look for namjoon.

she found him at the open bar.

she decided to keep her distance.

that is until she watch him take five shots in one go.

she walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.

he turned around and frowned at her.

“what’s wrong with you?” she frowned back.

“nothing.” he scoffed, shaking her hand off.

“namjoon.” she tried, taking the alcohol from his hand.

“yah.” he warned.

“that’s what i should be saying.” she scowled.

“we haven't even eaten anything yet, im dressed in this uncomfortable little dress-“

namjoon stared at jimin, enjoying how the short dress hugged her curvy body.

“are you even listening?”

he made quick eye contact with her before placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him.

she knew he had taken some strong shots, so she was expecting him to act the way he always did.

“i am, baby.” he mumbled.

jimin wanted to smile, because he just looked so adorable.

she put her hands on his chest.

“stop being all drunk like. it’s not cute. let’s go back to the table.”

“no.”

“namjoon...” she sighed, removing herself from his grasp.

“well, if it isn’t namjoon.” 

jimin turned to see a senior who was also namjoon’s class mate, jaebum.

he was accompanied by some other friends that jimin couldn’t really remember the names of.

all she knew was that jaebum was bad news.

she noticed namjoon stiffen up.

“jimin you’re still clinging to this guy?” he scoffed, walking closer to her.

jimin backed up into the bar.

“you could always just come to me you know?” he grinned, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear.

namjoon was shaking in anger.

jimin pushed jaebum’s hand from her.

“don’t touch me.” she spat.

jaebum looked down at her, amused.

“that’s what i always liked about you...” he leaned in to whisper into her ear.

“i’ve always wanted to see you squirm under me too.”

before jimin could react to how close the man was to her, namjoon stepped in to push him away from her.

“watch who you get friendly with.” he warned.

jimin was shocked to see namjoon react like that.

he was always a pacifist, and never directly sought to physically involve himself in any kind of altercation.

jaebum chuckled.

“you’ve gotten brave after all these years? or are you bluffing, like the little you are?”

jimin wanted to spit at jaebum for even uttering such words.

namjoon smirked back.

“if anyone is brave, it’s you. who the hell do you think you are? coming up to my girl like that? you’re lucky i’m a patient man.”

namjoon was rolling up his sleeves as he spoke, his voice monotone.

“now, if you did want to fight, i suggest you find a good lawyer. since i’ll be defending myself in court and as you know, i’ve not lost one case to date and i don’t plan to.”

jaebum gritted his teeth before laughing.

“i was just playing a joke! no hard feelings! right jimin?” he tried to pat the girl on the shoulder only to have namjoon grip his wrist.

“don’t ever lay your dirty hands on her again, you understand?” 

jimin never thought she would see such a menacing glare come from such a gentle man.

even jaebum seemed shaken up.

“alright already.”

he said, freeing himself from namjoon’s grip.

once jaebum and his crew had disbursed namjoon let out a dry heave.

jimin giggled.

“you deserve an oscar.” 

namjoon glared at her.

“i’m not even drunk anymore.” he sighed, sitting on a stool.

jimin walked over until she was standing between his legs.

she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him.

“thank you for saving me.”

“anytime.”

“love you.” she grinned cutely, looking up at him. he smiled, cupping her face in his hands.

“love you too.”