Jimin's P.O.V
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-FRIDAY AFTERNOON-
"Aw... Are you gonna cry? Is pretty face gonna cry his eyes out?"
"Leave me alone..."
"Ha! Look at you! You're all dirty... But you like that don't you? Huh?! Are you enjoying this?"
"Ah! OW! Stop! Quit! Let me-- ah! Mhm! Mhm! I can't brea--"
"Shut up! This is what you get for being a fucking queer!"
"Get-- get off me! L-eave me alone! Leave me a-alone!"
"L-Let go! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"
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I felt hot.
Really hot.
My skin was buzzing; overwrought, and extremely patterned with an uncomfortable heat surrounding my forearms and the middle of my back. My head was pounding.
My eyes...
How I wish there were ways I could unsee...
Unhear...
But it was unforgettable...
Something so wretched, that I couldn't sense the things surrounding me. There was this gate: an imaginary one that couldn't-- no haven't-- I jumped or hurdled over. This was the gate of feelings. I simply chose not to open it or everything would shatter. Too many malice experiences collided in one small nightmare.
But there was a voice...
It didn't have the brutal and indecorous tone of the male one in my nightmare.
It was calling to me.
Shouting at me.
"Hey! Hey! Princess! Jimin-- " My lungs were inflated with the billows of the morning air. My eyes snapped open, heart beating irregularly like drums in marching, plangently, it rang in my ears. I sat up from my half-lying position.
Where am I? What is happening?
It took a few short moments for me to assess the situation at hand, throat burning as I looked at the interior of my own home.
The living room...
Why am I--
"Jimin! Oh-- god you're awake!" My shoulders tensed up at the loud voice from before shouted again, this time it wasn't just playing in the background.
I rubbed at my face, hoping I wasn't just imagining things.
"Hey..." The voice was close, yet it was a whisper of some sort. Slowly, I looked up from my palms, wincing at the light. As my head was lifting, seemingly right before me, was the two-toned haired man I shared the rent with. He was kneeling in front of my legs, gazing up at me with a disquieted glimmer displayed in his eyes.
Stranger...
Immediately, my body reacted.
He's too close.
He's too close.
He's too close.
I quickly pulled my feet from off the ground and onto the couch, my knees against my chest, and my back pressed against the backing of the sofa. My spine was aching and so was my neck, I needed to move.
The younger male continued to watch over me, his eyes flicking in between my face and traveling a bit lower.
"Princess, I'm not-- I'm not gonna hurt you--"
"Back up." I interrupted and he did exactly as he was told, raising his hand to his face, showing he was unhostile.
"Alright... Okay, I'm not gonna touch you. I swear... I'm just coming to check on you. You can trust me." Once my breathing came to a level where I could utter more than a struggling two words, I let the inquiries in my mind run free from my mouth.
"You can trust me..."
I've heard that stupid, inaccurately used phase around fifty times. Not even one of them held any real meaning.
"Do you want someth--"
"No... I'm just here to make sure you're okay. There's nobody here who wants to harm you," he began nodding at me slowly, urging me to comprehend, "you're are okay, princess." My mind, now free from its nightmarish cage, the foggy things that sat in the back of mind came forth.
I straightened my posture, Jungkook, in response raised his eyebrow.
"What time is it?"
Jungkook gave me a confused look and stammered a bit before giving his answer. "Uh, it's like... Almost noon--" I am still alive? How did I manage to miss a day of work? He as to be lying to me, I always set my alarm--
"What? I have to get to work-- move! I need to get up!" And just like that, I was all over the place again. My brain created twisted scenarios and the possibility of a terrible future and an odd past. Jungkook, in the midst of all that, didn't waver even for a second. Almost like he didn't hear me.
"No, no... Do you remember anything? Babe, you're not well enough to go anywhere." My nose scrunched up and my eyebrows furrowing tightly.
"You don't--"
"I do..." He stated, his tone was unfamiliar, strangely more authoritative and serious. He began to stand up from the floor and tower over me sitting on the couch, "... You wanna eat something? I know you're starving, you didn't eat before you fell asleep last night." I didn't have many words to propel from my lips. While looking at his odd-- thin-lipped smile, I couldn't detest.
"There's not much food--"
"I kinda ordered pizza yesterday, but I saved some for you, just in case if you'd want any." I nodded slowly, not recalling what a slice of pizza tasted like as I haven't eaten it in a while.
Jungkook, who was still maintaining his stare down. My stomach rumbled slightly while picturing the common Italian food.
He chuckled, "okay, well... I'll go prepare it then. Your stomach is pretty smart." My face was rushed with the heat of embarrassment as Jungkook walked away from the couch and toward the kitchen.
I couldn't move a muscle knowing that I am still stuck on the couch, and my roommate had just heard my stomach growl.
I start to move after hearing Jungkook have a seat at the dinner table. Stretching, I stood up and looked around at everything automatically checking to see if anything was out of place. As much as I would've liked to calm down, the fear still wouldn't leave my brain.
"I need to go. I can't stay here." I began to stalk toward the hall to my room but Jungkook spoke out.
"Hold on... Eat. I heated the pizza."
"Not hungry." I turned away.
"Princess, you said you wanted me to help you with-- whatever you have going on. This is it. We've gone through this before. Just eat... You don't have to leave." As usual, he didn't give up. I snapped my neck to look at him, squinting to peer through the facade I just knew he had.
Jungkook sat across from my usual seat, and in front, lay a plate of two slices of pizza that seemed, for one-- not hot in the slightest, and two-- a bit crooked. He gestured to the plate, picking up a slice of pizza of his own, feeding himself. "Have a seat, your highness. Pizza's gonna get cold."
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. I walked over to the table, glancing at the food. "Did you seriously heat it? It looks weird."
Jungkook just chuckled. "Do you need me to pull out the chair so you can sit and eat, your highness?"
I glared at him and scooted the chair from its position under the table and sat down. "Does this please you somehow? Seeing me eat?"
Jungkook smirked. "With your lips, it might just be my new kink, sweetheart..." My head jerked back after processing the other man's words. I wanted to ask him to repeat, just so I could know I wasn't in some strange trance or hallucination,
"... No, but really. I want you to get better, so do it please."
After Jungkook's soft pleads, I sent prayers to anyone who could hear what would happen to me after I took one bite. Jungkook waited silently until I was taking hold of the slice and examining it closely. Jungkook and I made contact and just as I was about to open my mouth, I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Can you not--" Jungkook nodded and looked down at his plate.
"Yeah, uh, just... Hard, when you're sitting across from the prettiest person to ever exist." Why does he keep doing this to me? Making me lose my breath; making a common situation so uncommon in a matter of seconds. Why did it bother me... Every time?
Time had passed and he and I were silent for a while. But, I knew at some it would be broken so I prepared myself for a multitude of questions and sly, flirtatious remarks he might add in.
"Do you like your pizza? You're eating kinda slow."
I accounted for that.
"It is nice." Jungkook leaned back in his chair and fixed his messy bed hair.
"What do you like to do? I mean like, for free time. When you don't work?" I accounted for that too as I picked at the cheese that was hanging from the crust.
"I..." I knew I had an answer, but judging by Jungkook's face; it didn't look like one simple answer would be enough, "... Sit alone in my room most of the time. I clean every day, and... I have colleagues, who try to talk to me." Jungkook's shocked and beguiled expression popped up and he started clapping slightly.
"So you have friends who try to talk to you, but you don't talk back?" He asked.
I cleared my throat. "Well, I am constantly on the go most of the time, and viewing emails and running around the building. Communication is not needed, nor is it possible." Jungkook cleared his throat mockingly while sitting up and folding his arms.
"Mh... Ever thought... You could meet up with them? Outside of work?" I mentally cringed at the thought of being outdoors with Yoongi and Tae, they'd get on each other's nerves so much that it wouldn't be enjoyable.
"I don't like going to places with other people." Jungkook simpered, running his hand through his hair again.
"Wanna try?" Wow, this man is truly incompetent.
"I believe I have just said I don't like to do that. Why would you--"
"Do you have anything you need to do?" I felt a peculiar shift in the conversation. I had miraculously lost my footing,
and he-- the younger man sitting across from me-- had something going on. It felt like I was falling right into line with his plan.
"No. I only planned to get my eyes checked this weekend, since my glasses are broken." He bit his lower lips.
"Why not today?" I scoffed.
"I won't have time. I need to do all I can without physically being at work. I still do have a job." Jungkook shook his head.
"There are 24 hours in a day, babe. Emails don't disappear."
"No, they do not, but offers do. It's too risky." Jungkook rested his chin on his fist.
"You want to know something?" I folded my arms, eyeing Jungkook, feeling agitated. "Last night, before you fell asleep... We talked..." I opened my mouth to refute and Jungkook held up his hand,
"... Let me finish." I closed my mouth and tried to listen to whatever monologue he had been preparing for the last precious minutes of my life.
"Listen, princess... I don't know what you have going on, okay? I admit that, but you read my note. You responded with your own... I know you remember this. It's your words... You want to know how I can help you. And I have a few ideas. But we're starting small." I arched a brow, waiting to hear the next sentence.
"You don't like going out with people?" I shrugged, not seeing his point all the way through.
"No. I don't." Jungkook licked his lips.
"So, I had the idea that we would do it together." Does he have a brain?
"You? Me? Go somewhere? That's a horrible idea. How would I know you don't plan on tricking me into some-- some--" Jungkook started laughing wholeheartedly.
"Princess, I told you... You can trust me..."
That phrase again, "I don't see why not. You have time, I have time. It works, baby."
I ignored all of his sweet talks. "Why is it that you have so much free time? Don't you have things to do as well? Friends to speak to?"
"Not all, sweetheart. I cut them all off just for you." I knew he was joking, so I decided to play along. He then scooted back from his chair and stood up. My heartbeat quickened at the sight of him walking toward me.
He stopped halfway. "You're taking me with you for your exam. Do we have a deal, your highness?" Jungkook stared at me with a grin, He held all his hand as if I would shake it. I eyed him for a few short moments before thinking of my next move.
I grabbed my plate off the table and handed it to him.
"You are not paying." Jungkook nodded and then bowed.
"Sure, anything for you, princess." He winked, and somehow my ears and neck couldn't help but flare up with heat. He turned away to dispose of my plate in the sink, and I took my leave out of the room.
I covered my ears, muttered just about every insult to my reaction under the sun.
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He was getting under my skin.
And I was letting him.
What is wrong with me today?
These thoughts shamelessly ran through my head as I washed my body in the shower. I tried to come up with several explanations as to why my body was reacting the way it was. I even concluded that maybe it was because I haven't had any type of relationship with anyone that excited me. All of them have been tragic, and/or never even began to experience it.
Both of those things were my fault.
It was always my fault.
As I was nearing the end of my cleansing, I rinsed my body quickly and then combed through my hair.
When I was out of the shower, I went to my closet to find a good outfit. It was painful, but ignored my work attire and went straight for my street clothes. I decided to wear a yellow and white striped shirt, pulling out some light blue skinny jeans and white shoes to go along with it.
After getting dressed I decided not to do much with my hair but part it down the middle and straighten it.
My mind wandered.
To a place called the unknown.
The unthinkable.
I started to wonder what Jungkook would say if I walked out in this outfit. All of the wacky, mortifying things he would say just to rile me up. I felt my lips, involuntarily, twist up into a small very faint smile that I instantly suppressed once I felt the movement. What was that? Stop it, this isn't you. You can't be stooping that low.
I shook my head and wrapped up my flat irons. I dusted off my shirt and adjusted it before walking back into my room. I made sure I grabbed my phone off of the charger, my car keys, along with my wallet and broken glasses from the nightstand-- never forgetting my cleansing wipes that were stored in the drawer, sliding it into my jean pocket.
Instantly, upon picking my phone up, I turned it on just to check any incoming messages that required a reply. I waited patiently for the black screen to burst with color, and when it did, it took no time for my phone to vibrate with the lively action of notifications.
The words were moving so rapidly I had no chance of reading them all at once.
Once the screen stopped flooding with different messages and updates, I looked at the most recent ones.
And of course, as expected, it was about four missed texts from Taehyung, asking where I was and if I was doing okay. I wanted to roll my eyes and overlook it, knowing that if I were to start a conversation with him he'd be overly dramatic and I'll be bombarded with the inescapable group chat messages as well.
I put my phone in my back pocket and went creeping around the corner of my room, checking to make sure Jungkook wasn't going to pop out of anywhere.
I put my shoes on right in front of the door and waited patiently, clusters of goosebumps formed all over my arms. I had no idea what to expect when it came to him. I was just hoping, wishing, and counting on him not being like the rest of the strangers I've encountered.
My heartbeat was betraying me.
Beating to its rhythm.
Soon, the two-toned haired male exited from his room door and presented himself in a more well-kept manner. His head was brushed and styled, He wore a large charcoal gray hoodie and the rest of his outfit was a similar color as well.
He held his shoes in his hand, not putting them on.
"You look good." He began walking towards me, and I started taking steps backward toward the door. He gave me another one of his charming smiles And stopped to put his shoes on a couple of feet away from me.
I then turned away and placed my hand on the doorknob.
"Not so fast. You have to send me the address to your eye group and I'll follow you on my bike." Bike? He has to be kidding.
Jungkook stood up from his shoe tying position, and let out an amused chuckle. "No, I don't have training wheels, and no, I do not have a basket attached to it either, princess. It's a motorcycle." I wanted to sigh in relief, on the other hand, I nearly went to speak out about that. So he's the one who steals the parking spot when I'm gone.
Should've known.
"Well then, it's not too far away. I'll send you the address when I get in the car." I claimed, and Jungkook agreed.
"Lead the way then, your highness." I then twisted the doorknob and took my first couple of steps out of the building. The treaded briskly and fast-paced, so Jungkook wouldn't have a chance to catch up with me.
When I got to my car I made sure to send Jungkook the address he needed. Soon after I tossed my phone down on the passenger's seat.
Staring out of my windshield, I tried to get a grip on what was going to happen. I was hoping for the best, wishing for the best, and praying for the best all at the same time.
For once, could the world not be so cruel?
For once, could I enjoy something?
I started my car and instantly realigned my wheels. Before backing out of my parking spot, I made sure to check my surroundings. I pushed all of my excess unneeded thoughts out of my mind for this very short drive.
I started, going around the bends of my apartment complex and then coming to the exit seeing the black motorcycle tailing me exactly how he was supposed.
My stomach wasn't rumbling from hunger anymore, but it was cramping with worry and doubt.
I truly don't want to live in a nightmare again.
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Before getting out of my car, I sat there. I contemplated if I should turn back around, or make Jungkook wait outside or leave. Both of those things didn't seem like much of an option, or they were, but not good ones; not logical ones.
But for years I've tried not to let my phobia define me, although it has shaped the way I live. I tried to look past it, pretend it doesn't affect me. Until there were times like two days ago where I couldn't help but react. It made me feel feeble and deranged, as I am used to being called these things all of my life.
I ignored and resisted until I couldn't.
And every time I did, there wasn't a single human who would care. They would shun me and look away; my condition was unfathomable to many.
So I hid and secreted a part of myself I wished would disappear.
And when I seemed normal-- like everyone else-- it was fine.
But truthfully, for years, on the inside, I've never felt anymore alienated.
I took the keys out of the ignition and reached to grab a pair of pink gloves from the back seat. As I was turning around to sit back fully into my seat, I nearly screamed at the sight of Jungkook standing in front of my car, waving cheerfully.
He said something that was along the lines of 'hurry up', so I decided to take my sweet time completing my task of preparing for the outside world.
Once I was ready to disembark from the car, I gestured for Jungkook to move away from my vehicle.
When I got out of the car, Jungkook's eyes instantly went to my hands.
"Gloves? I don't think it's that chilly yet." I rolled my eyes, keeping my smart remarks to a slight minimum.
"They're latex, not cotton or leather... Excuse me." I closed the front door and quickly walked from my car, looking to the entry on the eyewear place. I squinted as the sun was just peeking around the height of the medium-sized building.
I could hear Jungkook trying to catch up to me. "Why do you walk so fast? Hold up--" I was right in front of the door when Jungkook suddenly blocked it off with his body, usurping me by sprinting forward. "After you." He said as he pulled the transparent door wide open for me to walk through.
He then nodded for me to stroll in, reluctantly, I followed. I entered the eyewear place only to be greeted by two young ladies at the reception desk. I smiled and walked closer to the counter, one of the women asked about my issues and I informed her of my situation, giving her my insurance card. She then smiled while handing it back and telling me to have a seat.
She then pointed behind me to Jungkook who was standing there quietly. "And, what can I do for you, sir?"
I turned to look at the younger male who seemed to be rather caught off guard. "Oh, uh, no. I'm with him." Jungkook pointed to me, and I turned around to look at the women who gave us a heartfelt smile and a thumbs up. I felt like facepalming, but that's not even an option considering how filthy this glove already is.
I fully turned around and headed toward the seats to the right of the desk. As I picked a seat furthest from the two women, Jungkook didn't do the same. Instead, he stood there as I sat down crossing my legs, visually looking displeased.
I sighed, exasperated. "Princess?"
"I am waiting for my exam. You do not have to be here." I said, reminding him of his decision to stick with me.
"Too late, babe..." He rested his hands on his hips, "... C'mon, let's try on some frames."
I waited to see if he would laugh, hoping for it to be a joke. I looked past Jungkook to get a glimpse of the other end of the place, there was another half that was for a wide range of frames, from women, men, and children's pick. I gulped seeing there were a few people back there.
"No, I'm not getting my glasses today anyways." Jungkook walked a bit closer and took a seat that was two spaces away from me.
He huffed. "I think you'd look good with any pair, just so you know."
I looked straight ahead. "I've worn the same pair for years."
"Even better reason to try some on... It'll be quick thing to do until your exam," I fidgeted slightly in my seat while listening to Jungkook's persuasive argument, "what's stopping you?"
I bit my inner cheek. There were so many answers to that question. "Nothing."
Jungkook nodded. "Wow, okay. Let's go then." The taller male then got up from his seat and waved to me, asking me to come with. I didn't move an inch and instead challenged him with a quirked eyebrow.
He began walking backward with a sly smirk. "Suit yourself, I'll be over here." And that was the last thing he said to me before taking off to the room with walls and shelves of frames.
I observed as he instantly picked up a pair from the men's sections, trying them on and making silly faces in the mirror.
I shook my head and watched him pick up and throw away a few more. The seating area somehow grew colder and dim as I spectated from afar.
Soon, more people were entering and I started to feel the atmosphere shift into a worse and denser feel. I strongly disliked crowds, the waiting area was getting fuller by the second. I began to clench the arms of the metal chair.
I need to exit, where's an exit?
I searched for a place, space where there weren't many.
My eyes fell upon the room of frames that I had previously rejected. It was the only other option besides just walking outside, which wasn't really on the list. I swallowed my pride to the best of my extent and peeled myself from the chair.
Keeping my eyes forward at anyone else.
They're just strangers. Faceless strangers.
I was now arriving into the next room, there weren't as many people crowding the area as I expected. I scanned the room, taking small steps forward, not to cause attention to myself. I carefully admire the walls of different colors, styles, and brands of glasses all around.
It wasn't long before my pupils landed on one particular.
Jungkook was standing near the women's section of eyewear, and beside him, was a girl who was a bit shorter than him with silver hair and a pretty smile plastered on her face. She then began giggling and playing with the loose strand of her hair. Jungkook seemed too deeply invested.
My neck began to itch as I stared, my eyes able to move away.
Or they were... Until Jungkook stared back.
Immediately, I looked away, pretending to take interest in a section of glasses that were bright and loudly colored. I shuffled my way to the self and set my eyes on a pair of circle-shaped frames.
"What'd you find?" Startled, I jumped, maintaining my gaze on the frames.
"I'm just looking. Nothing stands out to me just yet." Jungkook hummed and came up beside me, reaching upward for the red medium-sized squared frames. He then turned toward me and put them on, pursing his lips together and placing a finger under his chin.
"How do I look? Am I, or am I not the sexiest man you've ever seen?" He started to turn his head in different directions, as I'd give my opinion a second thought.
"I can't answer that." Jungkook's mouth hung wide with a gasp.
"Okay then... How about these?" He grabbed another pair from a lower shelf and slid them on the bridge of his nose. The glasses struck a memory back to me of when I had first seen him in his profile picture, the image was nearly the same, "speechless, I assume princess? Tell me, and don't break my heart this time."
I studied Jungkook's sharp manly features for a while and mumbled.
"They aren't... That bad."
Jungkook's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, he adjusted them. "Oh, am I finally Park Jimin's boyfriend material?"
"That doesn't exist... Why are you wasting your time picking out frames? You don't need glasses." Jungkook, to my surprise, didn't respond as fast as usual.
"Touché princess... Good job. But, you aren't completely correct," What?
"I used to wear glasses in high school."
I blinked, puzzled. "That-- you don't wear them?"
Jungkook took the glasses from his face and returned them to their stand. He then slid both of his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Ditched 'em. I got surgery at seventeen, babe."
"Why? That costs more than a pair of glasses." He shrugged.
"Didn't like the way they made me look. Felt like a fucking loser..." His voice was withering away into a whisper at the end. At this moment, I didn't have a clue who I was looking at. It seemed like the second he replied, something within him was pushed out of the window.
'Everyone's a misfit.'
That reiterated itself mentally.
Jungkook then looked back to the frames, reaching to grab a pair of rounded ones that had golden thin metal and arms. He held them out to me.
"Here, try these on," I hesitated to grip them, "please? They might call your name soon. At least, you could put on one pair." I tapped my foot a few times before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my wipes.
Jungkook's gaze burned into mine.
"Wipes too? You come prepared everywhere like that?" I took the frames from his hand and wiped its arms and nose pads. I held the glasses upward to view any smudges on the lenses.
"Yes, it's mandatory." After viewing the lenses and wiping them to the best of my ability. I inhaled shortly before sliding them onto my face.
Jungkook ogled my face, he smirked.
"Sexy, cute, and sophisticated."
I reached to take them off.
"Wait," Jungkook demanded and I froze.
"What is it?" I questioned.
Cantly, he smiled. "Nothing, just picturing what it would look like if you let me pay for them later on?" Why do I even bother?
"I'm putting them back, thank you." Without a second thought, I ripped the glasses from my face and placed them back where they belonged.
"Jimin?" I looked to him, awaiting his continuance, "were you lying earlier... About the uh, glasses?" Oddly, the question sounded sincere; while staring into his brown orbs the several other ones he's asked didn't live up to this one.
He crossed his arms and I looked away from him and to the shelves briefly before I spoke.
"No... You looked... Very..." My brain sifted through different ways to complete my sentence with the most honest approach,
"... Attractive."
Jungkook's lips slowly curled into a toothy grin.
"Thanks, princess." I exhaled trying to find anything to detour from this conversation.
Just then, a loud male voice came from the entrance of the area.
"Park Jimin, are you ready?" I perked up instantly, looked at the man in a doctor's coat who smiled while asking for me to go through with my exam.
Jungkook nodded. "See you when you finish."
And with that, I head over to the man. He smiled at me and confirmed my identity. I stood at least two feet behind him as I followed him to his office.
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It was around thirty-five minutes later, and I was just getting done with my eyedrops. The process of my exam wasn't too difficult as I have been through several times in the past.
"Okay, you're all set, here is your prescription. You will not be able to leave here with your glasses today, but we will give you a call when they are ready for pick up." The examiner explained, handing me the slip of paper with my prescription and personal information.
"Thank you, sir. I will be back soon." He smiled.
"Of course. Have a nice day." He opened the door for me to leave the office. I made my way back to the main lobby in just a few seconds. I blinked my eyes a few times to get them adjusted to the bright lights.
Right when entering, Jungkook sat in the seating area typing on his phone. He then looked up when he finished.
"You're back... How did it go? You okay to leave?" I nodded.
"Yes... But I can't drive just yet." Jungkook stood up.
"That's fine, guess we could just hang out then... If you want?" He suggested.
"There isn't much to do." Jungkook jerked his head back and scowled lightly.
"We could talk outside. Nobody's out there." I glanced at the exit of the building and back at Jungkook, he was shooting finger guns at me playfully.
"Okay, but we will talk. And only talk."
"Yeah, you got it." He agreed and led the way to the exit.
Again, he held the door open for me and we walked down to the parking lot. I saw that he was getting closer to my cars and began to panic.
"What are you doing?" He turned around and slapped the hood of my car.
"You mind if I sit here?"
"No, you will dent it." Jungkook rolled his eyes and tilted his head at me.
"Well then, can I at least have the privilege of leaning on it, your majesty?"
"Just, not too hard." He gave me a firm nod and leaned back on the hood, holding himself with his palms.
"Even when you're just standing there... You still look adorable."
"Am not." I rebutted, and Jungkook scoffed begging to differ.
"Okay, what do you think you look like?" What kind of question was that?
"I look plain. Like everyone else." Jungkook sucked his teeth.
"I know it must be hard for you..." I stayed silent for him to elaborate, "... You know, to be like everyone else. To stay hidden in such a large crowd. Especially, when you look like that."
"What are you trying to say, stranger?" Jungkook chuckled, looking down at his lap.
"Being like everyone doesn't make anything better, babe. It just... Keeps you away from being who you want to be." I shook my head and looked away from him, folding my arms across my chest as if to barricade myself from his words.
"I am who I am," I responded confidently.
"And who's that?" There was a pause. A bit of an error if you will-- my brain stalled.
'Who's that?'
Another phrase added to my memory log.
Jungkook just gave me a small faint smile.
"Fun fact princess, as much as you claim that I am a stranger... I already have a good idea of who you are way more than you know." His words sent shivers down my spinal cord.
"What do you know?" I asked, wanting to pick at whatever meaning there was.
"You were the first to ever call me attractive with glasses on... You were telling the truth..." My heart left like it stopped beating. Jungkook, my roommate, was looking into my eyes not yet blinking, "... And I think that you can do it a lot more. If we did this again."
"Then it would be the same."
Jungkook smiled yet again.
"Well, I don't mind if I got to hear your voice all over again... Even if it's on replay."
My face was getting hotter by the minute.
I hated it.
I hated that he could do this to me.
Why was he able to do this to me?
"Are you blushing, your majesty?" I covered my mouth.
"Of course not. Stop over-analyzing." I commanded, but it was muffled due to my hand.
Jungkook laughed...
And laughed.
And gradually, I felt my face tingle again with embarrassment.
Before I knew it...
I was beginng to feel the corners of my lips curl into a small smile into my palm.
While in my mind there wasn't a single dark thought.
Just this moment.
On replay.
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A/N: SOO... HOW WAS IT?!
This took me forever! I hope you all liked it!
Q: WHAT ARE YOUR OPINIONS ON JIMIN'S NIGHTMARE?
Q: HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JUNGKOOK'S FIRST ATTEMPT AT HELPING JIMIN?
Q: YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE STORY SO FAR? IS IT TOO FAST? TOO SLOW?
Well as you guys know...
You'll just have to wait and see for the next chapter!
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