JIMIN..

The first meeting was awkward.She arrived at the restaurant with her parents,trying to remain calm.Then Jiminentered.She recognized him immediately this time.Of course she did.
He was one of the most famous people in the world.He sat across from her, polite but distant.For several minutes, neither knew what to say.Finally, Jimin spoke.
"I should be honest. I don't think I'm ready for marriage."She looked relieved.
"Neither am I."He looked surprised."You aren't?""No. I have college. A career I want. A life I've planned for myself."
For the first time, his expression softened."Then why are you here?"She shrugged."Because apparently our parents have decided we should at least meet."A tiny smile appeared on his face.
"Fair enough."That was all.No instant attraction.No dramatic moment.Just two strangersagreeing that neither wanted the same thing.

Months passed.
They became friends without ever officially deciding to become friends.
They had inside jokes.
They teased each other.
They occasionally argued over the television remote.
They sent each other random messages during the day.
Don't forget your umbrella.
Did you eat?
There's food in the fridge.
Please don't finish my snacks.
Nothing romantic.
Nothing dramatic.
Just small reminders that someone else had become part of their everyday life.
And that was enough.
Neither of them thought about love.
Neither wondered whether the marriage could become something more.
They were simply two people who had started as strangers...
and were slowly becoming the person the other could rely on.
Neither realized that sometimes feelings don't begin with butterflies.
Sometimes they begin with familiarity.
With knowing someone's coffee order.
With saving them the last piece of cake.
With noticing when they're unusually quiet.With realizing that an ordinary day feels a little different when they're not around.
And they were still a long way from realizing what those little things meant.

Months passed.
They began having small conversations.
She discovered that Jimin loved quiet mornings.
He discovered that she talked much more when she was nervous.
She learned that he sometimes needed silence after exhausting schedules.
He learned that she hated being treated differently because of his fame.
Their relationship wasn't romantic.
Not yet.
It was simply becoming comfortable.
One evening, she found him sitting alone in the living room after a particularly exhausting day.
"Bad day?"
He looked up.
"Very."
She sat on the opposite sofa.
She didn't ask questions.
She simply stayed.
After a while, Jimin quietly said, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not asking me to explain."
She smiled.
"You don't always have to explain everything."
He looked at her for a moment.
That was the first time he realized something important.
He trusted her.One evening, she forgot her umbrella.
By the time she reached the building, it was pouring.
She stood outside, trying to decide whether to make a run for it.
Then an umbrella appeared above her.
She looked up.
Jimin.
"You'll get sick."
"I'll survive."
"You say that now."
They walked home together.
The umbrella was too small for two people, so both of them kept accidentally getting wet.
"This is your fault," she said.
"My fault?"
"You brought a tiny umbrella."
"You could have brought your own."
"I forgot."
"Exactly."
She laughed.
Jimin shook his head, but he was smiling too.
It was nothing.
Just a walk home in the rain.
Neither thought much about it afterward.