Jimin— Your favorite chair.

You're friends with Jimin, and the both of you are incredibly close. So close to the point you can kiss her and she wouldn't care.

She's your classmates at freshman year, and she's a very supportive friend.

It was p.e class, and you were sitting at the corner of the gymnasium. Suddenly, you spotted Jimin resting on the other corner of the gym, sweaty and exhausted. She was drinking on her water bottle; clearly exhausted from the previous dodgeball that had made her look like this.

You approached her and sat beside her, hugging her arm; she didn't pull away, and she just ignored it, not really minding it at all since she knew you were touch starved and a clingy koala.

"You don't wanna sit on my lap instead?"

Jimin suddenly asked, her voice deep and smooth. She tilted her head to the side, a questioning look on her face as a pout slowly formed on her lips.