Stay With Me

Even though there had only been a few hours shared between them from the subway to being pressed against each other breathlessly in her kitchen, it felt like thousands of puzzle pieces he’d been staring at for years had finally had come together. Just a few short weeks ago if you had asked him, Jimin would have said he was quiet literally on top of the world. There wasn’t anything he could imagine lacking. He was able to live his passion, singing and dancing – rising to be the best of himself. He had his A.R.M.Y, his family and a group of guys who supported him as they went through the motions of life with him. He wanted for nothing, at least he thought he didn’t.

Compared to the feeling of having her here, her back against his chest and their fingers tangled together as his arm rested over her shoulders, he may as well have been walking around without a limb. She was looking out the window and into the darkness of the night – but Jimin couldn’t take his eyes of her as the lights from passing by cars and street lights occasionally washed over her features. This was actually happening, him and Crazy. The corners of his mouth went up in a slight smile at the thought of their meeting and its transition to where they were now. If fate was real it certainly shared his sense of humor.

The ride was over way too quickly and Jimin wanted nothing more than to ask the driver to take a few more laps around the neighborhood before having to arrive at the dorm. He wasn’t sure what their plan of action was. Her body was like a homing device for his arms – how was he ever going to keep his hands off her? If he couldn’t, would she be okay with displays of affection in front of his bandmates? Allowing these thoughts to become spoken questions seemed to loom a threat of penetrating the carefree moments they enjoyed throughout the afternoon. They just got over this seemingly huge bump in the road that was over coming her fears and allowing him into her heart – he wasn’t sure how they’d face the upcoming mountain of telling his members what they meant to each other. They were just beginning to understand it, how could they express it to anyone else?

She had made a choice to live in these moments with him, carefree and happily. The aura of her had changed so drastically since he had met her as she finally seemed to become her age, so much happier and much more free – the way she should have been all along. The beauty of it positively glowed from her. If he asked, would she close up again? How would he handle that? Should he just see what happens?

They pulled into the driveway and Jimin lifted his hips to dig for his wallet, chewing on the inside of his cheek to suppress his thoughts. Everything was going to be fine, it would work out – it had to. He was the one that was supposed to be the rock in the situation, and as he got out of the cab to stand behind her he reconfirmed his decision that whatever path she wanted to take – that would be his stance. Right behind her, arms around her – not willing to let her fall.

“Jimin.” She ran her hands over his arms, not seeming in too much of a hurry to go in herself.

“Hey” He said softly, turning her to face him. “However you want to do this is fine by me. If you want to tell them straight out, – or wait and see how long I can hold back from killing Jin…”
She let her forehead rest against his. “I don’t want to lie to anyone, and I don’t want to hide either. But if my Dad finds out….”

He could feel her start to tense and he sighed, taking her face in his hands and pressing a kiss to her lips. “We’ll figure it out, together. Just try to relax.”

She nodded, pressing another kiss to his mouth. Jimin added a third as she started to pull away. “If you’re down I’m completely cool with running away to Egypt and checking out the pyramids for a while.”

It wasn’t until he felt her smile that he allowed her to separate from his embrace and he led her to the door. It wasn’t even all the way open yet and Taehyungs voice sounded off from inside. Jimin had to force himself not to shut it.

“Jenna-yahh!”

Yup, someone might die.

“You look a lot better, how are you feeling?” Jin didn’t even wait until her shoes were off before he started the Spanish Inquisition.

“Yeah hi guys, I’m fine, thanks.” Jimin said, kicking off his boots.

He watched Jennas soft polite smile before she ducked her head in a bow from the corner of his eye. It would be extremely difficult not to be selfish with those, he didn’t like to share in general.

“I feel a lot better, thanks.”

“Oh, here.” Jin took a pair of his extra slippers from the rack beside the door and laid them out for her.

Jimin cracked his knuckled, biting back his tongue and trying to keep his cool. The most important person in his world right now was by his side stealing side glances at him, just learning how to be strong in her choice to be with him. If he made this hard for her he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself – but his natural tendencies were already starting to eat away at him and it hadn’t even been a solid two minutes into their evening.

“Thank you… again.” She stepped into the slippers.

“Let the girl inside already. Hey Jenna, come on in.” Jimin was never more thankful for Namjoons leadership than at this moment – he didn’t trust himself to speak just yet.

He waited until everyone’s back was turned to walk further into the house before running his hand down her back. Any opportunity that would present itself he’d be sure to use to his benefit.

Hoseok slid up beside them and Jimin dropped his hand, trying not to be annoyed by his Hyungs usual bright smile. “Jenna, anyong! What are we watching?”

Jenna passed him the DVD, “The Wolverine.”

“Oooh! XMEN! YA, XMEN!” He held the movie up for Jungkook to see.

The younger gave a shy polite smile to Jenna before taking the DVD, giving a deep bow and running into the living room from a suddenly claw bearing Hoseok.

“No subtitles! It’s supposed to be a learning experience.” Jenna called in after them.

“Did you want a to...”

“A tour!” Taehyung interrupted Jin, dramatically stepping in front of him to offer his own arm to her.

Jimin had two choices, either back hand Taehyung or walk away.

“Jimin. Popcorn duty.”

Jimin grabbed the plastic wrapped bags from Namjoon with probably a bit too much gusto. Even though his face probably didn’t show it, he was thankful for the two second reprieve from his plot of ending lives.

“You’re quiet. That’s usually my job.” Yoongi was digging his hand into the bowl Jimin had emptied the first bag of freshly popped corn into. The guy appeared out of nowhere, as per usual when there was food.

Jimin poured the second bag into the bowl. If it was anyone else he’d tell them not to ask, but it was Yoongi – and he knew he wouldn’t. Shoving a handful into his own mouth until he thought his cheeks would burst, he grabbed the bowl and gave a low grunt before forcing his feet to take him into the living room.

They were all sprawled in their usual movie watching positions. Jungkook was stretched out on the floor by Namjoons arm chair who was, as usual, taking a selfca for twitter. Hoseok was performing his best photo bomb before stepping over the maknaes legs to sit beside him. That left the couch - and if his patience wasn’t already being tested beyond its normal limitations, the cushion that was usually his, right next to an uncomfortable looking Jenna, was claimed.

“Yah, that’s Jimins spot.” Yoongi grabbed another handful of popcorn from the bowl Jimin was holding before taking his own seat.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Jimin watched as Jins hand went into the bowl as well. He was about to pour the contents of it over the guys head.

“Oh, did you want to sit here?” Her voice cut through his thoughts.

“No, you’re the guest.” Taehyung started to pull her back down between himself and Jin, but she patted his hand to stop him and slid to the floor.

“It’s fine - I like the floor better so I can stretch my legs. Do you mind Jungkook?”

The kids eyes were as big as saucers as he seemed to create a space as wide the grand canyon between him and Jenna.

A smirk slowly spread over Jimins face as he looked at Jin. “Oh, no Jin. I don’t mind at alllll. You make yourself comfortable.” He shoved the bowl at him.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Hoseok was already claiming the space Jenna left between a sulking Taehyung and the slightly stunned Casanova, grabbing some popcorn for himself.

“Ahhh, this is comfortable – I like it down here,..” Jimin couldn’t hold back the grin of victory as he stretched out beside her on the carpet.

“I.. um.. I’ll go get pillows..” Jungkook was off the floor and speeding out of the room in seconds.
“Get some blankets too!” Jimin called after him, positively gleeful. “It’s kind of cold in here, are you cold Jenna? You look cold.”

“It is a bit chilly.”

Jungkook came back, his arms overflowing as he passed out the pillows he had retrieved from everyone’s bunks, including Jimins comforter. Luckily – he was one short.

“Looks like we’ll have to share, do you mind?” Oh this was too good.

“If you don’t mind..”

“Yah, the movies starting. Kookie hit the lights.” Namjoon put the remote down on the arm of his chair.

Jimin adjusted the pillow behind them and leaned back against it, holding back the urge to open his arm to allow her to rest against him. Instead her arm was flush against his and the warmth of the touch slowly soothed all of the frustrations he had been carrying since they walked in the door. He could do this for as long as she needed, at least that’s what he thought through the first ten minutes of the movie.

Every small movement she made caused his palms to itch with want. Each small intake of breath she took and released - all the way down to how her fingertips fiddled with the hem of his comforter. He couldn’t look around to see if they were being watched, but from what he could see from the corner of his eye everyone’s attention seemed to be focused where his body wouldn’t let him – the screen.

His hand moved under the blanket and ever so slowly up over her thigh. He could feel her body tense for a second and he ran his thumb slowly over the fabric of her jeans until he felt her relax. She wasn’t looking at the screen either, and a slow smile spread over his lips as he felt her hand slip under the blankets and over his.

The situation didn’t call for it, not in the slightest. It wasn’t safe, they were surrounded by his members and they had decided hiding their affection for each other for the time being was for the best – but his body reacted on its own accord when it came to her and any willpower to deny himself the access to hers she had recently allowed him to have was crumbling into nothing.

Her grip on the back of his hand tightened slightly as his fingertips pushed between the little to no space between her legs, rubbing gently over inside of her thigh. He heard her shaky breath and the scent and sound of it his caused the already kindling fire in the pit his stomach start to spread past his own legs all the way to his toes.

He needed to stop, he needed to stop now. He bit down on his lower lip and tried to use the pressure to cut through the sexual tension, but her taste was still there and the action completely backfired. His tongue slipped over the swollen flesh in nervous habit as he moved his hand lower down the inside of her leg – then back up again, his heart racing.

“Pass the popcorn, Hyung?”

The pair jumped in perfect unison and Jimin almost choked on a nervous laugh as he grabbed the popcorn from Jin to thrust it towards Jungkook.

The younger looked a little more than confused, but he took the bowl anyway and brought his eyes back to the screen.

“Where’s the bathroom, again?” Jenna was already standing, her legs seemingly held together by silly puddy.

“I’ll show you.” Jimin was up in two seconds, stepping over Jungkook and following her down the hallway.

They were only four steps down and Jimin had his arm around her waist, pulling her backwards into his chest and leading her into the practice room. As soon as the door was shut he had her back against it – using his body to keep her there.

“What are you doing?!” She whispered urgently. It didn’t escape his notice that while her hands gripped his waist to brace him, she wasn’t pushing him away.

“I’m sorry..” He whispered, pressing his lips to hers – “I can’t help it.”

“Jimin…. We can’t…”

“Please..” He breathed into the kiss, his lower lip slipping between hers. “If I don’t kiss you I might die.”

She was about to speak, but Jimin was already neck deep in desire and he was about to drown in it. Taking her face in his hands he increased the pressure of his mouth on hers and slipped the tip of his tongue over her lower lip. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his sides and it wasn’t until he felt her lose herself in him as well did he deepen the kiss – drinking her in.

The quiet whimper she released into his mouth was too much to handle, ensuring that the fraction of a grip he on the reality of six guys in the other room was completely broken. There was only her, just her – and she set him on fire. His hands released her face to find purchase on her waist, over her backside, slipping into her back jean pockets. Using the positioning of his hands to his advantage – he pushed her into the slow grind of his hips, turning her whimper turned into a moan – which he completely reciprocated.

He separated from her mouth to bring his own over the line of her jaw and the smooth skin of her neck. She was slipping down the door, melting against him and even his own legs felt as if they’d give way, but they didn’t have a lot of time and again – Jimin wasn’t exactly the king of patience.

As she gripped his shoulders he lifted her upward and guided her legs around his waist to carry then lay her down on leather couch. He fit perfectly against her, and as he settled into her warmth he continued the slow assault of slow kisses up her neck. Even though the taste of her skin was so sweet, it didn’t satisfy his unquenchable thirst and soon his lips were back on hers to get the concentrated dose of her that every fiber of his being needed more the very air he breathed.

The hesitant touch of her fingertips slipping up the hem of his shirt to graze the skin of his back sent an electric current up his spine, spreading a throbbing pulsation to burn throughout his lower abdomen. The thin fabric of her clothing was almost too much to bare, and in the slow rocking movement of his hips he used the motion to push the edge of her shirt up. There was just enough contact of bare skin before he just couldn’t stand it and helped the process with his hands – flesh meeting flesh.

She called out is name in a breathless whisper, and even though Jimin had completely forgotten about his members existence – the fear of stepping over a line she wasn’t ready to cross made him pause.

“I’ve never…”

He searched her eyes, and in the green liquid fire of her stare he found a mix of shared desire and hesitancy. Did he want her? There was no question. But even though his raging hormones overwhelmed him, he wanted the moment where they’d go further into intimacy to be better than the one they were in now. She deserved that, and he couldn’t argue with the fact even if he wanted to.

He nodded, pressing a few kisses to her swollen lips before forcing himself to create the space between them needed to allow him to think straight. He got up off the couch and adjusted his shirt and pants around his waist, trying to think of things like the Ice Bucket Challenge and grandmothers.

“I’m sorry.”

Her quiet and completely not okay apology spun him around at once. “No… no, no, no.” He whispered gently, taking her face in his hands and giving her a soft kiss. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, not one thing.”

As he gathered her in his arms she pressed her warm cheek to his shoulder. “It’s not that I don’t want to..”

“Of course you do, have you seen me?”

She laughed against his skin and gave him light whack on his backside. “Shut up.”

Jimin laughed a little, running his hands up and down her back. “Whenever you’re ready, okay?”

The door opening behind them sent Jenna sputtering out of his embrace and Jimin got the proverbial cold shower he needed when he saw a nonchalant and sleepy faced Yoongi entered the room. The guy didn’t even look at them – just schlepped his way to the couch behind them, not even giving them the time of day to act surprised.

Jenna looked like her eyelids were about to bat off her face as she looked between them – stunned and obviously a bit petrified.

As soon as Jimins heart made its way out of his throat to settle back into his chest – he couldn’t help but laugh as his grin made its way through his eyes to turn their shapes into half-moons. It was just Yoongi.

“Yah, Yoongi are you tired?” Jimin moved past Jenna the statue and grabbed the throw blanket from the top of the couch to tuck it around his sprawled out Hyung.

“Uh..” Yoongi already had his eyes closed.

Jennas hands gripped at Jimins arm and he gave her a slight pat of reassurance. “He won’t say anything.”

“Are you sure? What if..”

“I swear, the guy only cares about two things in life – food and sleep, it’s safe – trust me.” To prove his point Jimin gave her a quick kiss on the lips before she could back away.

Yoongi let out a soft snore.

“See.” Jimin motioned toward his recently most favorite bandmate in all the land before rubbing her arms. “I swear, he won’t say a word.”

She still was tense and Jimin continued to rub her shoulders until he felt them start to relax under his touch. “Will you talk to him? Just.. to make sure.”

“I will. I promise.”

She nodded and he tucked the stray hair that fell from her ponytail behind her ear before taking her hand, kissing the back of it.

“Yah… go make-out somewhere else.”

Jenna jumped a little and Jimin laughed as Yoongi rolled over onto his stomach. “We should let him sleep.”

-

We had silently decided that the comforter idea wasn’t the best for the situation, but I still couldn’t tell you what had happened during the last of the film and I owned the damn movie. My brain was all over the place. The span of my emotions had gone from considerably low to a hormone driven unbelievable high in the span of a day and I wasn’t even sure what my middle name was anymore.

What I did know, and the only part of all of this that really mattered, was that I was here with him. For the first time in my life I was able to live like a love struck teen, the kind I bore jealousy towards who could get into doodling names on the pages of history books. I was dancing in streets and kissing on subways, feeling butterflies whenever and wherever he touched me. I was no longer the girl who grew up to quickly or the motherless child – I was just happy.

Even still, I was a little nervous about Yoongi. I had no idea as to whether or not he’d say something but I had to trust Jimin. That’s what you did in relationships, right? I could feel myself smiling at the thought. I was in a relationship and it wasn’t just because I just happened to find myself in one like I did with Eric. I fell for Jimin, my broken and mangled heart came alive when he found me and real, true feelings had stemmed from the process. There was chemistry, emotion and it was like I had an altogether new life. A life with him.

As the credits rolled over the screen and I looked over the sleeping figures sprawled around their living room – the shadow of my other life seemed to rear its ugly head. I sighed as I started to get up off the floor - speaking quietly as to not wake them. “I should probably head home.”

“Nooonnna….anneeyoo.”

Jimin, Hoseok and I both looked over as the body of the sleeping Jungkook wrapped in Jimins blanket like a burrito rolled in my direction. The other two didn’t seem to share my respect for the rest of the sleeping members as they keeled over in laughter.

“Shhhh…” I brought my finger to my lips, looking down at the mass of black hair peeking out from blanket questioningly.

“Oh, he won’t ever live that one down.” Jimin whispered through a huge grin as he stood up beside me.

“Jenna-yah, thank you for coming!” Hoseok stood and gave my shoulder a few pats before looking at Jimin. “I’m guessing you’re taking her home?”

Jimin smirked, looking over at Jin who wasn’t the most graceful sleeper in the world strung over an equally passed out Taehyung. “Yeah, seeing as the rest of the lapdogs are asleep.”

I gently elbowed Jimin. “Goodnight, Hoseok.”

As soon as Hoseok was out of the room Jimin had my hand in his, leading me toward the front door. I followed quietly behind him, doing a few double takes to make sure no eyes were actually open and we weren’t being seen.

As soon as we were outside he had his arm around me and I leaned into the embrace, letting my own arm drape around his waist.

“Will you come tomorrow?”

“To?” I looked up at him as we walked.

“The video shoot. It’s probably going to be boring but, I’ll make it fun for you.”

Lights peeled over our figures from the end of the street as a car started to slow. I stood on my tippy toes for a second trying to make out the oncoming vehicle and the recognition my Fathers rental car seemed to hit me like a ton of bricks. No. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. I didn’t want the night to be over, I didn’t want to leave him – not like this. I quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled him to the side of the dorm. “My.. my Dad is here.”

Jimin wasted no time, taking my face in his hands and pressing a kiss against my mouth. There was so much I had wanted to say. I wanted to thank him, to tell him thank you for saving me twice – once in a locker room, and once again now – but there was no time and I sucked with words and... “Jimin.. I just, I wanted to say. I um..”

“Call me tonight.” He laughed quietly, kissing me again.

The crunching sound of tires against asphalt seemed to send my heart into a small frenzy. I had a track record of not speaking my feelings and when both of the people who I with-held the words my stupid brain couldn’t ever put into motion said their goodbyes, the opportunity was lost forever. I didn’t want that to happen, not with him.

The car door shutting and the slow footsteps of my father walking toward the front door sent a small panic down my spine – causing my grip on Jimins shirt to tighten.

“Hey.. hey what’s wrong? Calm down. You gotta go.” He was taking my hand and pulling me towards the car. I tried to stand my ground and call him back but soon he was ahead of me.

“Oh Mista Clark! Anyonghaseo.”

It was too late, I was too late, again.
My father turned, a little surprised as I stumbled out from behind Jimin in the darkness.

“Jimin? What are you kids doing out here?”

“I didn’t realize you were coming to get me, so he was about to walk me home.”

“Thank you Jimin. Did you learn any English tonight?” My father made his way back down toward us as Jimin finished bowing.

“Oh! XMen – yah. English, coming along vedy good.” His smile took up half his face, and even though I was still frustrated with my inability to speak – I felt the corners of my mouth move upward too.

It would be fine. I couldn’t continue to allow the past to give me fears of the future. I’d call him tonight and maybe I’d be able to formulate sentences then. I sighed, opening the passenger side door. “Are you ready Dad?”

“Have a good night Jimin.” As soon as my father’s back was turned and he walked towards the car I allowed myself to look at him one last time. The cheese grin he had plastered on his features had quickly become a smirk, he winked at me – making a kissy face.

I suppressed a laugh, waving and getting into the car. I was so stupid to worry, what could possibly happen?

-

It had only been twenty minutes and Jimin was staring at his phone in the living room, willing it to ring. After kicking everyone out and sending them to bed, he had gone from laying on the couch – to pacing the floor, to doing back bends off the arm of Namjoons chair. She had to be home by now right? What was taking so long? Of course there were things like having to pee, brushing her teeth or washing her face to get ready for bed, but again – Jimins face was not the picture listed as the equivalent of patience in any dictionary in any language.

Aren’t you home yet? He pounded into the phone, clicking send and waiting for the notification that would signify she had read his message.

It still didn’t come, he didn’t want to be over bearing – but his thumb flew over his screen anyway.

I missssssss youuuuuuuuu.;p

Blowing a frustrated breath past his lips – he groaned as there was still no read notification. He forced himself to wait five minutes before finally giving up and making the call she was supposed to make. Obviously, he’d have to make use of their English study time to teach her about the concept of returning his messages. Bringing the phone to his ear he twirled the fringe of his bangs around his fingertips – listening to the rings.

“Yah!! I can’t get ANY sleep!”

An object catapulted into Jimins stomach and he flinched out of the way, blinking up at an obviously tired and equally pissed off Yoongi.

“What the hell is your problem man?”

“Some guy named Eric and YOU, aishhh is that chick made of ramen or something?”

Jimin picked up the object that slid over his side and held it up. That girl and her damn phone.

“Next time you make out on the couch, make sure you take the shit you leave with you. That thing was vibrating on my ass all night.”

Jimin didn’t answer and Yoongi didn’t seem too interested in a reply as he made his way out of the room, probably back to bed. He slid his thumb over the screen waiting for it to come to life.

Four new messages from Eric.

Two new messages from Jimin.

One missed call.

And one new lock screen.

Jimin moved from his laying position to sit up, staring at the notifications. Eric guy? They weren’t still.. no, she wouldn’t do that, right?

He ran his hand through his hair, pulling at the ends. The time that he had spent with her, the way she came into his life was fast and amazing. He understood her hardships to the best degree that someone who hadn’t gone through it themselves would. She was in pain, she was hiding from the world and he wanted to be the one to bring her out from that dark place.

Regardless, there was still so much he didn’t know – like about the way she left things with this guy who obviously had a lot to say in these messages he couldn’t read.

The pictures he had seen before of her and Eric along with a few of their text messages to each other did hint to some relationship – but he had decided it was obvious she wasn’t into him. If she wasn’t, and if they were nothing, if she was free to kiss him and share herself with him - then what’s with all the messages?

He stared at the numbers on the lock screen, chewing on his bottom lip. There was no way he should do this, he shouldn’t even try. He should just wait and ask her tomorrow. It was the respectful thing to do. He shoved the phone in his pocket and stood, making his way to the bathroom.

The phone weighed almost a thousand pounds and seemed to tug down his jeans down to the point of ripping them off, but Jimin did his best to brush his teeth with the most dedication he could – his dentist would be proud. Flossing was a very good idea tonight, maybe one more capful of mouthwash too. As he pushed the harsh minty liquid to and fro between his cheeks he found himself staring at his pocket through the reflection of the mirror.

She didn’t have anything to hide, right? I mean, she would tell him the truth and be completely open about everything. She’d probably even show him these messages if he asked her too. They were together, what his was hers and what was hers was his. He spit out the mouth wash, took a seat on the toilet and pulled out the phone.

There was a thousand different codes she could have used. Billions. Jimin tried to think, his knee bouncing up and down in place. She was simple right? The girl couldn’t even remember to bring her phone with her, obviously she’d need something quick – easy to remember. Like..

“When’s your birthday?”

“November tenth. But what does..”

1110

Nope. Jesus Jimin you really need to stop this shit.

1195

The lock screen went away and so did Jimins breath as he stared at the envelope icon that signified six new messages.

This was the turning point, the fork in the proverbial road. If he read this – he couldn’t unread it. Pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut he felt the pad of his thumb press down on the screen before he even finished his mental decision.

I wanted to say I’m sorry for how things ended that night. I shouldn’t have left, I hate that I did.. and I’ve been kind of fucked up the few days you’ve been gone already. Do you think that when you come back, we might still have a chance?

Is that my answer?

I don’t know Eric.

Ok.

Don’t know? What do you mean you don’t know? Jimin searched for the date, it was the day they had met for dinner at her place. Frustration, jealousy, and a whole bunch of questions started to burn a hole the size of South Korea in his chest. He slid his finger down, going over the new messages.

I can’t stop thinking about you, Jenna. I know that you said you don’t know, but I have to believe that some part of you cares for me still. Don’t you? A year isn’t all that much time. If you ask me to wait I will.

I know we never really talked about our feelings, and we just kind of went along – but I really want another chance to try again.

Will you please talk to me?

I love you.

The phone coming to life in his hands startled him into standing, almost dropping the vibrating device to the floor. The word ‘home’ flashed across the screen and Jimin had to take a few deep breaths before swiping over green icon to accept the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I can’t believe I left my phone there!”

“Yeah…”

“Jimin? ,” A pause. “What’s wrong.”

Yeah Jimin, what’s wrong?

“Are you and Eric still together?”

Silence. The hole in his chest swelled into an even larger abyss of frustration.

“Are you? Yes or no.”

“No.”

“Did you tell him that?”

“I.. sort of....”

“Sort of?”

“Jimin.. we broke up, I’m not with him anymore. Where is all this coming from?”

Oh yeah… about that.

“Jimin? Were you in my phone?”

“He said he loves you.”

Silence.

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