Ｅｃｓｔａｓｙ Ｐ．Ｊ．

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ８

The majority of the bonfire I sat on the log and watched the men interact with the black haired man. You could tell that he meant something to this friend group, the way they all gathered around him, the way they talk about him. 

They have respect and love for him, just as Jungkook and Taehyung treat Jimin. In some sense, they were a family. Possibly, they never got anything from their biological family and they found each other in the darkness. 

It felt like something out of a movie, in slow motion watching them laugh and play around, I was just a side character in their bigger plot. 

My heart stopped when Jimin turned around. The yellow and orange glow from the fire reflected onto his skin. He searched for me, and smiled when he found me. He made a simple gesture for me to come to him. 

I felt my feet lift myself without hesitation. His brown hair was brushed back by his hand as he watched me walk up to him. "Come meet some of my friends Ophelia." Jimin exclaimed and turned back around in the circle when I finally squeezed my way in.

I look closely at the man I have been staring at all night, unable to read through him. Unable to sense anything but a facade. 

"Yoongi." He reached out his hand to me and I shook it reluctantly, he was a manipulator, a narcissist, most likely a sadist. His body motion all described that he was feeling superior. 

I nod and Yoongi cocks his head, "Gonna introduce me to you?" He smiles and crosses his arms, Jungkook leaves along with Taehyung and Jimin stands next to me. 

"I am sure you have heard my name." Yoongi looks to Jimin and I could feel some tension.  Something wasn't right, Jimin seemed to defuse the situation. 

"Ophelia, you never met him before. Has he done something?" I shake my head and look at Yoongi, "I just have been around enough people like him to know what they are like." 

"Tsk tsk, Ophelia... are you judging me before you even get to meet me?" 

"Am I?" Jimin just chuckles and shakes his head, "He is nicer than you think, dear. He may come off bad, but there is a reason he is our friend. Why don't you guys get to know each other." Jimin pats my shoulder and goes off to talk to others. 

"Are you ok?" Yoongi said as he might have started to notice my agitated state. "I'm fine." I lean against a tree and Yoongi cocks his head. "Are you sure." 

"I said I'm fucking fine, do I have to spell it out?" I huffed and turned my face away from him to get a good view of the fire. 

"I am sorry we started off wrong, how can I make it up?" I scoffed and shook my head. "If you jumped in the fire." Yoongi smiled, "Is that a promise." 

I glared at him, there was no way he was going to actually do it. "Sure, whatever." I turned away from him so he would get the hint. 

Instead he walked, he walked slowly to the fire pit. 

Bluffing, he is bluffing. 

He got closer and closer. 

Bluffing...bluffing..

He was so close that if the fire whipped in his direction he would be set a blaze. He lifted his foot as if to walk into fire. 

"Yoongi!!! WAIT!!" I ran to him pulling him away by the back of his shirt collar. "What the hell is wrong with you!!" I hit his chest and I feel tears stream down my face, "What is wrong with you!! YOU could have died!!" I quickly wiped the tears away and ran the opposite way into the woods. 

I didn't care where I was going as long as it wasn't there. I would have been blamed, all those people that adore him. I would be blamed, they would hate me. Jimin would hate me. 

The tears came, and a wipe of the sleeve couldn't make them disappear. "Ophelia!!" I could hear Jimin running for me but I couldn't breathe, I couldn't face him. I almost made a mentally insane man kill himself. 

I felt so utterly alone until arms wrapped around me and hugged me. "Shh, shh. It's okay, everything is okay, nothing happened." His words made me stop fighting back and calm down. His voice, his scent, his warmth. 

I slid onto the ground where I decided to stay, I would never stand up again. 

"Ophelia." Jimins voice calmed me and soothed me to the point that the only things that existed was him and I.     

"Ophelia..what happened?" Jimin crouched down to my level and sat in the leaves with me, putting me onto his chest. The warmth being enough to ignite my whole being. 

"I don't want to be here!" I cried into Jimins shoulder and he brings his hand to my back gently patting it. "I don't want to suffer anymore, I don't want to care about people, I just want to be gone." 

Jimin patted my head and gave me a smile. "Existence? Well, what does it matter? We all exist on the best terms that we can, no?" I nod into his shoulder.

"Someone out there feels better because you exist." I shake my head, "I have no one."

"Ouch, do you not have me?" "You will learn to hate my flaws and leave me all alone soon enough." 

"You think that low of me? Real friends love you, even when they know your flaws. I happen to love the idea of friendship, lucky for you. I will be sticking around for longer than you think." 

I started to feel lightheaded, "How nice would it be to have a home." I felt myself slip into deep sleep. 

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