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"Don't think too much about it." you hear Namjoon say.

"Namjoon, you know this isn't just coincidence." Jimin's voice whispers.

"He's right, if we don't tell her what's really going on then she won't be more careful." Taehyung says, whispering.

"We can't do that, you know how dangerous that is." Namjoon defends.

Your heart beats faster as their conversation continues. Your mind can't fathom what your ears are hearing.

"I don't want her to get hurt." you hear Jimin sigh, and your heart gets louder, more aggressive.

"We care for her as much as you do, trust me, but we could lose our lives with hers, we aren't doing anyone any favors." Namjoon explains before the room goes completely silent.

Your eyebrows furrow, you wait a few seconds for them to speak up but they don't. You lean your head in a little to see what has happened, but when you do, you see that they're all looking straight at you.

You gasp and turn back behind the wall, closing your eyes as if to make it all go away.

Your chest begins to pound, making your entire body shake.

You start to walk away before Jimin grabs your hand and pulls you into a small closet under the stairs.

"What are you doing?" he breathes, the tiny room not letting you move back.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out and you close your mouth again.

His face inches closer to you, "How much did hear?" you feel his cool breath whish across your face, making your stomach flutter.

You can't seem to get a word out, making him sigh and his face moves closer, "Answer me." you watch the way his lips slightly move with his soft voice.

"Everything." you manage to breathe out.

He then moves back, closing his eyes and groaning, the sound shuttering through you, "You shouldn't eavesdrop, Y/N." you hear muffling outside the door.

"Why are you so worried for me?" you dare to ask.

"You're our friend, Y/N." he eyes you.

"I know, but it was one incident." you reply, your voice equally low.

"One incident is enough. I don't want to lose you, we don't want to lose you." he corrects.

Then you both go quiet, staring at each other in the small light the room provides.

You feel the temperature of your body raise, but you can't tell if it's from the size of the room or the distance between you and Jimin.

He then takes your hands, the coolness of his body setting a spark with the heat of yours, "Look, Y/N, I care for you, a lot. There's so much we all can't tell you, and a lot of that has to do with the panic I feel when something so small happens." he gives a small sympathetic smile.

"Why can't you just tell me?" your fingers grip on to his hand tighter, desperate.

"Do you trust me?" is all he answers, his hands rubbing up and down your arms now.

You don't answer right away, not fully sure, yet.

But it's been weeks now, you know him, you know them, and all they've been doing in the time with you is care for you.

They have been so careful about everything, they treat you like a bar of gold.

"I trust you." you end up answering, and he smiles.

"Then you have to trust me when I say I would tell you if it didn't put you in danger." he says, and you can't help but frown.

You haven't noticed that his body has been getting so close to yours that when he leans his forehead against your forehead, you almost flinch, holding back.

"I'll tell you when I know you'll be safe." he whispers, his lips almost brushing against yours.

It feels as if a magnet is pulling your lips closer to his, and you can't seem to fight it, but in the back of your head your too afraid to close the distance, to finally answer the questions in your head about how his lips would feel like against your own.

What kind of sensations it would surprise you with in the moment, if it would put you in a haze.

The only thing you can hear now is your breathing.

"Jimin?" you whisper, and he hums a response, but you instantly regret it when he pulls his head back, away from you.

His hands remain in contact, sliding up to the crooks of your neck.

"You seem more worried about me then the rest of them." you say, and he smiles.

"Believe me, if you knew how they felt about you, you'd be afraid of them." he answers, making your heart pound, face lit up.

"And you?" you ask, expecting a quick answer, but he suddenly falls silent.

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