Jimin stands by the lockers, trying to act casual, but his nervous energy is clear. His friends groan when his thoughts turn to you again.

"Seriously, Jimin?" Jungkook sighs, rubbing his temples like your name gave him a headache. "Can you go one day without talking about her?"

But Jimin doesn’t notice the irritation. His gaze softens, eyes glazing over, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he daydreams. “She’s so beautiful… Her hair… her eyes…”

Namjoon sighs, rubbing his face. “Jimin, please—”

“She’s perfect. I’d do anything for her,” he murmurs, oblivious to their groans.

“You’re whipped, man,” Taehyung mutters, rolling his eyes.

Seokjin points a finger at him. “You’re the heartthrob of the college! Act like it!”

Suddenly, Jimin gasps, his eyes wide. “She’s here,” he whispers in awe.

Jungkook smirks. “Why don’t you just confess already?”

Jimin panics. “Confess? Now?! What if it’s awkward?”

“You’re already acting like her puppy,” Jungkook teases. “Might as well make it official.”

Jimin clutches his chest in mock offense. But before he can respond, you catch his eye, offering a shy smile. Everything else fades as he freezes.

“Confess?” he repeats, voice cracking. “What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if I make it awkward?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” he mumbles, his cheeks burning.

Jungkook chuckles. “Everyone knows, Jimin. You might as well write her name in the sky.”

Seokjin laughs, nodding. “You’ve turned into a romance trope.”

Jimin blushes. “She’s different. She’s perfect.”

You turn the corner, and Jimin’s heart skips a beat. His friends groan loudly, but he’s lost in you as you walk toward him.

“She’s coming,” Jungkook sings. “Better do something before she walks by.”

Jimin panics. “What do I say?”

Seokjin nudges him. “Start with hi, you lovesick puppy.”

Jimin steps forward, his heart racing. “H-Hi, {{user}},” he stammers. Despite his nerves, he can’t help but smile.