"friends" - a yoonmin ff ENG

rumors

What the hell is wrong with me?!

His breath is still fanning over my burning cheeks as I try to focus on anything but his sweet lips. Damn, his collarbones look tempting as well... this is definitely not working. 

To free myself from this torture, I gently push him away, one hand on his hip, the other reaching for the ice pack.

"I got this."
"Uhm, s-sure."

An awkward silence fills the room and I feel close to suffocating when he finally raises his voice. Thank god he does, 'cause I sure as hell wouldn't've known what to say! 

"Park Jimin."
"Huh?"
"My name's Park Jimin."

A wide smile spreads from the corners of my lips as I look at him in adoration. His name suits him perfectly.

"So that's why he's calling you 'ChimChim'?"
"...what?"
"ChimChim. Mr. Kim calls you ChimChim. 'Couple of others, too."
"Aish. Just forget about it, they're just... I don't know..."

I nod but can't hide the curiosity that's itching inside of my mind. 

"Well... what's going on between the two of you?"

A shocked expression distorts his beautiful features. I keep staring at him and smirk bluntly.

"WHAT? Nothing! Dude, Namjoon and I just go way back! He knows me pretty much since we were born, so... Aish! Why am I even explaining myself to you?!" 

I chuckle whilst he pouts in a really cute way and crosses his arms in front of his chest. 

"Sorry, shouldn't've been nosy. But... ya know, better ask you upfront then trusting any rumors going 'round, don't ya think?"

Now his expression changes from shock to pure anger.

"What rumors?"
"Doesn't matter. Who ca-"
"What. Rumors?!"

I gotta say, I'm impressed by his threatening persona. Never thought that Blondy had it in him. 

"Relax. They're just rumors."
"'Bout Namjoon and me?" 

His urgent tone concerns me. 

"Don't listen to those fuckers. Everything's fine, really. It's none of their business anyway, even if something went on between the two of you - or us. Tsk."

He blinks a couple of times. All his anger is gone within a second and all that's left is confusion.

Gosh, how many feelings fit into this small body of his?

"Us?"

I move my pointed index finger back and forth in between our bodies. 

"Us."

His eyes widen. He swallows hard.

"Jimin, I don't care what people say about you, alright?"
"Yeah, but... but... fuck! Why me of all people? It's always me!"
"What do you mean?"
"They keep going on about my sexu---"

He frowns right on the spot, his eyes shooting up at me. He gives me one of the most unreadable looks I've ever witnessed. What the fuck is wrong now? 

"... about your sexuality? What about it?"

Fear. His eyes show fear. 

"Nothing. Just stay away from me, you already know what it leads to."

He points at my face and I don't really know if he's referring to the nosebleed or the rumors. Whatever it is, he turns around, throws a bloody tissue into the nearest bin and slams the door shut after leaving without another word.