Please
Hold
my bloody hands
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Jungkook P.O.V
I haven't run this fast in a long time.
My bloody hands are aggressively banging on the door.
"Jimin-ah, quick!" I yell out.
Every time I blink, I picture that look on her face. I almost can't describe it. She saw me with blood on my hands, hiding in the bushes...
Gosh, she must hate me now.
Jimin finally opens the door in what seems like forever.
"Kook, w-what's wrong?" He asks, clearly surprised by my endless knocking. I'm pretty sure there are even blood marks on his front door now.
" She saw me, Jimin," I breathe heavily.
"Who? What?" He asks, hoping for a bit more detail.
" Y/n, she saw me in the bushes with my bloody hands. She must think I'm some creep who stalks her or maybe she saw dead the bunny and-"
I stop mid-sentence when I feel two arms wrap around me.
"I'm sure she hates me now, Jimin-ah" I sigh.
Why would she ever love a creep like me anyways? I was finally getting to know her, it's unfair.
"I'm sure she doesn't hate you. How could anyone ever hate you?" He says smiling softly.
"I'm a creep, I should be hated,"
"Hey, I don't hate you. I love-" I cut him off because I just don't feel like talking to him when I'm this sad.
"Who cares man, you're not her," I push him away from me and walk towards the guest room.
"I guess I'm not her," I hear him mumble quietly.
"What?" I ask him to repeat himself.
"N-nothing," He says before walking off.
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I nervously walk towards Jimin's room. He likes to keep his door open so he doesn't feel isolated.
"Hyung," I call him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I chuckle.
"Jimin, I'm sorry okay? Can you please stop ignoring me?"
" It's okay. Did she call you yet?" he asks me.
I take my phone out of my pocket and look at my notifications.
"S-she called," I stutter out.
I don't know whether I should be happy or not.
Jimin is surprised as well. He stands up almost immediately to look at my phone.
"Are you sure it's her? Click on the caller Id,"
I listen to what he says and sigh deeply.
"What's wrong?"
"It's not her, just a private number," I grunt.
"Private number?"
"Yes, Jimin," I say leaving the room, only to have him follow me less than 5 seconds later.
"Do you often get calls from private numbers?" He asks blocking my way.
"I had like 2 calls from a private number yesterday. It must be a mistake. I think they have the wrong number," I tell him.
" Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," I smile at him.
I'm sure
I'm-
I'm not sure.
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