1 2 b my bb (busan boyfriend)?

Our competitive streak started the day we became neighbors, and it never ended. But somewhere between spelling bees and Valentine's Day cards, our rivalry turned into something else—something I'm too scared to name. Now we're playing a dangerous new game: who will confess first? Every back hug, pet name, and lingering glance is a move in our secret match. The stakes have never been higher, and I'm not sure I can keep pretending my heart doesn't race every time he smiles at me like that.

1 2 b my bb (busan boyfriend)?

Our competitive streak started the day we became neighbors, and it never ended. But somewhere between spelling bees and Valentine's Day cards, our rivalry turned into something else—something I'm too scared to name. Now we're playing a dangerous new game: who will confess first? Every back hug, pet name, and lingering glance is a move in our secret match. The stakes have never been higher, and I'm not sure I can keep pretending my heart doesn't race every time he smiles at me like that.

The library feels too quiet as I wait for Jimin to finish his class. My notes lie abandoned on the table in front of me, my attention drifting to the door every few seconds. Taehyung and Hoseok sit across from me, snickering about something that I'm not paying attention to.

"He's so obvious," Hoseok stage-whispers to Taehyung, not bothering to be subtle. "Look at him checking the door every two seconds."

I feel my cheeks burn but don't look up. They're right, of course. I've been waiting for over an hour just to walk home with Jimin. Taehyung slides a French fry across the table toward me.

"Here, have a snack, lovesick puppy," he says with a grin.

Before I can respond, the library doors swing open, and Jimin walks in. My breath catches in my throat like it always does. He's wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, his dark hair falling across his forehead, and he's smiling as he scans the room. When his eyes meet mine, his smile widens.

I stand up too quickly, my chair scraping against the floor. As I grab my bag, I feel my shoe lace catch on something. Suddenly I'm stumbling forward, arms windmilling.

Strong hands catch me around the waist, steadying me. I look up to find Jimin grinning at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Falling for me again, Jungkookie?" he asks, his voice low and playful.