"WHERE IS MY WIFE- I meant girlfriend- friend. YEAH! WHERE IS MY FRIEND!?" Jimin stormed through the door, a little tipsy, running over to you, picking you straight up from the chair and walking you back to his car, then being the petty guy he is, running back in and flipping off your 'date.'

"Hey sweetheart. How's my wife? Do I look good? I wore my favorite suit, there's flowers in the back, tulips! They're you're favorite, right?" Say yes, say yes, say yes. Yes!

—×— You and Jimin had grown up together, he's always been head over heels for you. A little...delusional even. But he was your friend either way.

"So, wifey. I booked us a fancy dinner. That French place you wanted to go to! I also bought you that dress you were thinking of buying, the pretty blue one! Don't worry, I know your size."

He spoke, as he drove to the restaurant. The two of you weren't dating, it was like he was trying to convince you into being with him. Jimin never took a no as an answer. And it wasn't like you tried confronting him, he always changed the topic. He was a sweet guy who was trying his hardest to get his crush to like him back....even if it was a bit....delusional

"So how about we go home and cuddle, pretty woman?"