"I may have fallen for you when you kissed my forehead."
"Y-you weren't asleep?," I gasped.
His smirk grew deeper but he didn't answer. Instead, he walked towards me.
I willed my legs to carry me backwards but honestly, by then, they had gone numb.
This night couldn't get any shocking for me.
So as I stood rooted to the sand, Jimin halted right in front of me, looking down at me.
Somehow, that made me queasy enough to look anywhere but his face.
But I jerked when his forehead landed on my shoulder.
What?
He was leaning over me with his head on my shoulder.
I froze some more.
"I'm so tired, Minji...," he mumbled and somewhere in between, I knew it wasn't just the physical exhaustion he was talking about.
"I know."
"Do you know how to drive?," he mumbled, his face still buried in my shoulder.
Okay, what-
He was jumping from topics and I couldn't keep up.
"What? Why?"
"My eyes are burning. I don't think I can drive back to Seoul."
And it was then that I realized we were on a beach. In Busan. Way to go, clueless asshat.
"No...," I said.
It was then that Jimin looked up and frowned. "Remind me to teach you how to drive when we go back home."
The way he said it... the way he familiarized me with home... it stirred something in me.
Was it because I never had someone want to build a home with me? Or the fact it was Jimin saying this?
I guess I'll never know.
"Are you comfortable sleeping in the car?," he asked suddenly.
My eyes went wide with shock. Yeah, not nearly done with shockers tonight.
Jeez, stop with the random topic changing!
He chuckled. "Motel, it is."
Holy-
"No! I'm fine with the car-," I quickly said, grabbing his shirt.
"Whatever you say, honey," he smirked and stalked away, leaving me in a daze.
I had goosebumps all over me which weren't from the breeze. Even though his words seemed fake to me... still, his voice and the aura...
I rubbed my face with both hands, trying to ease the tension.
Maybe all I needed was some rest. I'd stop getting paranoid over trivial things after a good sleep.
With that, I followed Jimin into his car.
"Where are you going?," Jimin called from the back seat.
"Well... I'll sleep in the passenger seat so you have more space."
"It's cold."
"I'll turn the heat up," I replied.
"I'll need a pillow," he protested.
I took off his jacket and handed it to him. "Here, use this."
"Your dress is revealing," he eyed my back and I sighed.
"I'm not cold, it's fine."
"It's not that I'm worried about."
I rolled my eyes. "Nobody can see me in the car, Jimin. Just go to sleep."
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
There was a silence as I sensed danger. I looked back and he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the seat next to him.
Biting my lip and cursing myself at the same time, I got out and went to the back seat in fear he would punish me for the eye rolling if I don't.
"S-sorry," I stuttered sitting next to him.
He just smiled.
Then leaned back against the head rest and closed his eyes, a ghost of a smile still etched on his lips.
I rolled my eyes, smiling myself at his childish behavior and rested my head against the window.
"I know you rolled your eyes again, wife."
"Shit."
The word was out before I even realized and Jimin burst out laughing.
But on reflex, I jumped back on the sound of his roaring laughter that I hit my head on the window glass.
Tears pooled my eyes on the painful impact and Jimin abruptly stopped laughing.
"I'm sorry.. I won't do it again. Please don't hurt me," I whispered, rubbing my head softly.
Jimin looked away and out the window and I suddenly felt guilty about ruining the mood even though I wasn't sure if there was a mood to begin with.
You see, this is the problem with Jimin: everything related to him was confusing and enigmatic. Even my feelings.
Why? Why did he say all of that? Was he playing a trick?
Was it a punishment?
If so, what for? It can't be because of Eunsoo? Who am I kidding, Jimin doesn't need a reason to torture me.
But even then, why now? When we're both hurting...
But my thoughts were interrupted when he spoke softly, "Minji..."
He was still looking away so I could only stare at his neck... and appreciate the manliness and the smoothness - the contrast.
"I'm sorry."
An involuntary cough left me.
"What?"
"For everything," and that's when he turned to face me. "I'm sorry."
Yeah, shock me into oblivion you little fucker. What was wrong with him?
I was speechless. What was I supposed to say? I had already exhausted my reserve of "what"s.
"I know it isn't enough for everything I put you through and it is understandable why you're wary of me, I just want you to know that for a person who didn't think he was capable of love, pushing you away was a means of telling myself that I was fine, I still wasn't weak - I wasn't in love, if that makes sense.
"Hating you, punishing you for things I didn't understand was my way of disagreeing that I was indeed in love with you."
It was like he read my mind and answered all of my questions, which again, was shocking.
And in this shock, I didn't realize that I had started crying again. Why, I didn't know.
Maybe because everything that happened tonight was too hard for me to absorb in one night.
But I don't think a lifetime would suffice to recover from this state of shock.
Hesitating, Jimin raised his hand to my face and I flinched on reflex.
But he softly wiped my tears away.
And somehow that little act of affection made me more gooey.
"I need a little time.. to process...," I said in a whisper. "We both need rest," and with that, I reached for the door handle.
But Jimin's hand landed atop mine.
I looked at him. He was blushing.
At this point, I couldn't get any more shocked.
"Minji... I didn't want to admit this... but now, I can't seem to fall asleep without you by my side."
Yeah, okay, that was the biggest shocker.
A/n: boring?
I know.
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