𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 {Editing} || 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 || 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

Chapter 4: Abs

Confused, you limp your way to your brother's room to see if he was there.

Nope.

You walk down the stairs into the kitchen to see him warming something up in the microwave.

"What are you doing?"

"Warming food up which your Mum left in the fridge for you," he replies, not giving you a glance.

You see him wearing a white T-shirt which he grabbed from your brother's closet.

Thank goodness he's wearing something.

Sitting down on one of the chairs at the counter, you proceed to mumble to yourself, "Where is she by the way?"

"She's gone out to a friend's party, won't be back until late," he replies, setting food and utensils down in front of you.

"How do you know that?" You question, eyeing him suspiciously.

He breathes a heavy sigh, "I didn't kill your Mum. She left a note on the fridge for you, which I read, so I am conveying her message to you because you fell asleep."

"I didn't say you killed my mum," you mutter.

"You were thinking it," he arched an eyebrow.

"By the way," he continues, eyeing your foot, "What happened to the dressing?"

You glance down, "Oh, I took it off 'cause I had to shower."

"You're gonna have to put it on again."

"Chill, dude. I'm letting it breathe."

He arched an eyebrow at your statement.

You sigh, placing your chopsticks down onto the napkin, "Wounds need to breathe to heal, bro. You know? Hee hoo, hee hoo."

Using your hands for a clearer picture, you move them up and down, as if in a breathing motion.

Jimin gives you a look of concern before breaking out in a hysterical laugh.

You narrow your eyes at him as he tries to speak, his eyes disappearing behind his smile, "Are you alright? Did the injury get to your head somehow?"

Shooting daggers his way, he tries to calm down but fails as he continues laughing.

"You're eating with me, by the way," you simply say as you start eating.

He wipes his eyes, finally ceasing his hysterical moment as he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, "No ifs, no buts. You're eating, the princess demands this."

He simply shakes his head, setting himself down next to you before eating.

. . .

You were about to make your way upstairs when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You gasp at the sudden contact, breathing heavily as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"You're gonna fall if you keep walking around like this with no one to help you," his voice, low, vibrating through your body.

"Jimin," you pant, "I haven't lost my ability to walk. I can still walk. Sure, I limp a little, but this way maybe my wound will heal quicker. And stop, scaring me like this or I will die of a heart attack."

He chuckles lightly, the sound resonating within you, before pulling away slightly.

The door suddenly opened, both of you snapping your heads up to each other at the sound and back to the living room.

Jimin laces his fingers with yours, stepping in front of your figure, acting as a barrier. The action created butterflies in your stomach as he cautiously walked into the living room.

"Mum?" You furrow your eyebrows together, watching as your mother locks the door behind her before turning back to you. Jimin releases his grip on your hand.

"Y/N," she breathes heavily, averting her gaze to Jimin, "Who's this?"

"A new kid at our school, he was helping me because I scalded my foot."

Jimin flashes you an offended look, A kid? Do I look like a kid to you?

"What?!" Your Mum shrieked, immediately rushing to your side, "Where?"

You sigh, "On my foot and a bit on my hands, but it's fine now, I promise."

Then, your Mum starts smacking your arm.

"Ow, ow, Mum, that hurts, ow," you cry out.

"I send you to school to study, not to injure yourself," she scolds, "You come up here this instant, young lady. Let me see your wound."

"I'll be up in a minute. Just let me send Jimin off."

Your Mum immediately closes her mouth, her gaze shifting between the two of you, before a creepy smile tugs at her lips.

"Okie," she says in the most sweetest voice ever before going up the stairs. Jimin stands outside as you lean against the doorframe.

"Thanks for bringing me home," you smile, "I appreciate it."

"Don't forget the piggyback, carrying you bridal-style, and becoming a peasant for you," he raises his eyebrows, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Wait wh-" before you could ask him about the bridal-style lift, Jimin leaned in, placing his lips gently against your cheek, and then running off straight away.

You felt your cheeks heating up, still sensing the warmth of his lips against your skin as something fluttered around in your stomach.

What is happening?

You close the door, limping your way back to your room, all the while your eyes wide as you still couldn't bring yourself to believe that he did that.

Jimin, on the other hand, strolled through the park with his hands in his pockets, smiling to himself as moments with you engulfed his train of thoughts.

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A/N: Another chapter edited. Dang, I missed writing lol. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Bye!

- Nabi