Regret | park jimin ff

Used to

Entering his greatly exquisite house, I was yet again shocked by his beautifying interior.

considering his tidy, intelligent, and sophisticated personality, I would say his entire house was very Jimin-like.

Jimin gently placed me down on his comfy, soft sofa, being cautious of my injured leg.

Walking over to a cabinet placed next to his gigantic television, he took out his first aid kit and returned back to where I was situated.

While he was treating my leg, I decided to ask him a question that has been bugging me since we've got here.

"So, are you going to be driving me home or something?" I curiously asked, wondering what his plan was.

"My car's under maintenance right now." Jimin calmly replied while he cleaned my bleeding cut with some disinfecting wipes.

"W-What?! Then how am I going to get home?!" I anxiously asked.

"You can limp home with your injured leg if you want." He stated as he shrugged his shoulders.

Unable to come up with anything to say or fight back, I nervously bit my lower lip as I attempted to come up with a plan.

"Ah, what am I going to do..." I reluctantly muttered while Jimin wrapped a bandage around my cut, indicating he had finished treating my injury.

"Since I'm such a nice person, I'll let you stay over for tonight." He said, smirking at me with his usual devious expression.

"N-No!!" I immediately denied, causing him to raise an eyebrow at me.

"Look, if it's about Jiyeon, I already clarified to her that you and I were just friends-"

"I know but..." I uneasily muttered as Jimin looked at me in utter confusion.

"But?" He curiously asked.

"I-I still can't help but feel like I'm betraying Jiyeon..." I admitted, the bitter feeling of guilt gradually filling up my heart.

Jimin let out a small sigh, suddenly bending down in front of me as he looked up at me with a comforting smile.

"Hyerin, you don't have to worry so much. I promise I won't touch you or lay a single finger on you, okay? I won't do anything to you, trust me." He stated, his assuring words making me feel less guilty towards Jiyeon.

After a moment of deciding, I eventually nodded in agreement.

"Okay."

~ 8:00 pm ~

Jimin and I were currently watching some show on his tv, both of us situated on his large, comfy sofa.

I let out a big yawn, feeling a bit exhausted from such a long day.

"Jimin, can I borrow your shower?" I asked as I casually stood up from the sofa.

"Yeah, it's upstairs to your right." He replied, his tv remote in his hand as he pressed the buttons with his thumb to change the channel.

"And uh, c-can I borrow some clothes too? I only have this with me." I sheepishly asked, referring to my work attire I was wearing right now.

Jimin responded with a groan, not moving a single inch from the sofa.

"You get it. It's in the closet in my room next to the bathroom." He said, probably too lazy to simply get it for me.

"Okay." I said as I headed towards the stairs and walked up to his room.

Coming up to the door next to the bathroom, I timidly placed my hand on the doorknob and slowly entered his room.

His bedroom was covered in grey, white, and black furnitures and ornaments with a crystal clear glass window which illuminated the entire room with a beautifying view.

Admiring his extremely elegant room, my eyes landed on numerous picture frames neatly placed on the walls.

I couldn't help but approach it and examine the pictures, only to realize it was photos of Jimin's family members, childhood pictures, and many more photos of his indelible memories.

As I was briefly examining every heartwarming photo that was displayed, my eyes stopped on a picture of Jimin and Jiyeon taking a selfie together with a passionate, loving smile plastered on their faces.

There was no denying the fact that they were such an adorable couple.

But while I was in awe of their picture, my eyes shifted to the picture next to it, causing me to greatly gasp in utter shock as I realized what it was.

It was a photo of a selfie of Jimin and I in our high school uniform, holding an ice cream in each of our hands as we happily smiled at the camera.

Having a little flashback inside my head, I remembered this was the day we had our very first date after we started dating.

"Ah, I miss this..." I shyly muttered, a warm smile gradually forming on my face as I fondly stared at the picture.

But realizing what I had just said, I immediately shook off my thoughts and quickly snapped myself back to reality.

I shouldn't be missing the relationship I used to have with Jimin, because that was all in the past now.

Yeah, that's right, he's Jiyeon's boyfriend now.

I shouldn't be doing this to my beloved best friend, right?

But for some apparent reason, deep down in my heart, I felt a tiny bit of the bitter emotion of jealousy towards her.

I used to be the one holding Jimin's hand, sharing genuine laughs together, staring at each other with nothing but love and affection in our eyes, and so much more.

But now, Jiyeon was the one in his arms, kissing him with flushed cheeks, and doing all the things I used to do with him.

Urgh, why am I being like this?

I shouldn't be jealous, he isn't even mine.

Shaking myself out of my negative thoughts, I hurriedly took out some clothes out of his closet and rushed out of his room.

After taking a warm, nice shower and clearing my head, I changed into his oversized t-shirt and sweatpants.

I couldn't help but blush at the fact that I was wearing Jimin's very own clothes, feeling like I was being warmly embraced in his arms.

His shirt smelled like him, only to cause my cheeks to flare up even more.

"Ah, what am I thinking?" I scolded myself, lightly slapping both of my cheeks as I snapped myself out of whatever I was feeling.

After drying out my hair and fixing myself, I headed back downstairs.