Blood Tint on a Black Rose ➳ PJM [✓]

06: funeral of my heart

Jane picked up a glass of warm milk tea and pressed it between her palms tightly, a temporary relaxation hit her. She inhaled deeply, feeling the little bit of warmth as much as she could.

"You okay?" two hands wrapped around her waist, sliding to rest on her stomach. She felt shivers running down her spine in an instant. She hurriedly turned to meet his eyes, the one who made her suffer that badly. He was so close that his breath hit the side of her neck every time he spoke and him being that close to her was making her head heavy.

She stepped back, suddenly feeling the need to get away from him as soon as possible.

"Jesper must be waiting. I need to go," she turned around to go. But looking at her attempts of running away from him made Jimin's features harden in a moment and he grabbed her wrist, dragging her along with him.

"J-Jimin," she gasped, struggling to get out of his grip but he kept dragging her to god knew where. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Her heart felt like sinking, she wanted to run away but was unable to do anything.

Jimin pushed her inside a tent, far from others, closing it behind her. Her heartbeat accelerated in nervousness, she felt sick and dizzy. She stumbled in her steps, feeling as if the ground beneath her feet was fading. Jimin stared at her hurt and angry, his gaze sharp and dark - intimidating her, hazing her mind.