Stalker // Jimin

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Hoseok looked at me, it was obvious that he was worried. "Okay then, let's get home and put some ice on it. Did you hear a crack? Because you could've torn your ligament." He asked. Knowing fully well I heard a crack, I nodded my head no. I'm not going to the doctor.

"Alright, I ran here but we'll have to get a cab home." Hoseok said softly. He gave me his hand and pulled me up. I tried to put pressure on my ankle but immediately regretted it as I winced in pain. "You're mental for doing this Jimin." The older sighed. "Yeah well as if I'm not regretting my decision myself." I muttered while rolling my eyes. "Hey don't you roll your eyes at me, I ran 3 kilometers for you at 2am." He joked and I smiled slightly. While in my head I was cursing the pain.

It was a silent ride, Hoseok was tired and so was I. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he leaned his on my head in return. I was very uncomfortable, my foot hurt every position I tried putting it in and the road was too wobbly for me to actually rest a little.

Since Hoseok was already an adult, him and I lived together in a little appartement. It wasn't much but we loved it. As soon as we got home the elder rushed towards the freezer to get some ice. I put the icepack on my ankle, which was already blue and swollen. Hoseok put some pressure on the ice to make sure it was applied well enough.

"Now lay your foot on these pillows to keep the blood flowing and get some sleep. You're not coming to practice for another two weeks at least, do you understand?" I nodded, knowing it was no use talking back right now. After all he just helped me. He threw a blanket over me and I closed my eyes.

"And Jimin?" He asked, "If you heal your foot fully this time, we can finally start practicing for the lead roles in my absolute favorite play! The two of us together!" I chuckled, "You know that's just your dream right? I'm not really into hip-hop. I want to become a prima ballerina." Hoseok let out a big sigh and smiled. "I know, I just wanted to cheer you up a bit."

"Goodnight." He said as he walked to his bedroom. "Hoseok hyung?" I whispered. (If you're a man, Hyung is said to a man that's older than you in Korea) He turned back around, eyeing me in the now dark room. "Thanks." He smiled and closed the door.

The next day I woke up with the sound of birds tweeting. I stretched and went to stand up, totally forgetting my foot was in pain. I groaned and looked at it. The bruise was now purple-ish but the swelling had gone down a bit already. I heard the sound of water streaming down and figured Hoseok was taking a shower, so I went to the kitchen, putting as little pressure on my foot as I could and I made us both some ramen.

In the meantime I went back to the couch and rewatched the video I made of her. I watched her steps but eventually I caught myself just looking at her face. Even after a few weeks I still couldn't get over how gorgeous she was. But then Hoseok came down, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp from the shower. "You've been watching the video over and over, don't you know the choreography by now?" He joked. "By the way, you're out for 2 weeks Jimin, don't even try anything now."

I just laughed with him, he didn't know I watched it because of her. He shouldn't know either. I didn't want him to know. The raven haired took a bowl and sat down next to me, I quickly closed my phone, in case he would look at it. Hoseok cleared his throat and spoke up. "Still sure you don't want to go see a doctor. It could be worse now since you didn't give it enough time to heal the first time."

I grunted. "You know I don't like doctors. Neither do you, why do you even ask if you already know what my answer is going to be." He sighed. "I just want what's best for you, Jimin." He stood back up and ruffled my blonde hair. I wanted to stand up as well but he interrupted me before I could. "No no, you stay here. I'm getting you some more ice. I don't want to see you anywhere but this couch."

A week had passed and I had hardly been out of the couch, I insisted on letting me sleep in my bed but Hoseok was too stubborn. I didn't only feel pain in my ankle now, but also my neck and shoulders were stiff from sleeping on the couch. Though, Hoseok seemed happier lately. I asked why and his answer was always the same thing. "I just really love dancing." Bullshit, I thought, but I let it slip because he was caring for me in the meantime.

About a month and a half ago she joined the dance crew. Her and Hoseok had been dancing together for that long already. I guess I would've been happier if I had the opportunity to dance with her as well.

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10/2/21