Churn [Jikook ff] ✅

Part 2

Jimin’s POV

Time passed by and as my body grew tired of the continuous crying activity, I eventually lied down on the grass.

Slowly the tears stopped.

The term of no tears left to cry might be true.

And I finally took my time to observe my surroundings.

The night was calm.

The sky was clear.

The stars were brightly shining.

The night breeze made me clutched my jacket closer to my body, but it somehow brought a certain calmness to my mind and heart.

I stared at the stars, letting one final tear slipped down to my temple and let out a deep sigh.

"Urgh, I hate crying," I groaned out with clogged nasal, making me hate the aftermath of crying even more.

My nose clogged.

My face all sticky with tears stains.

My head hurt.

My throat dried.

And it made me feel sleepy.

The fact that I was not in my room made me dread the thought of still having to get home in this miserable state.

"Why did I go out in the first place?" I questioned myself.

And I dreaded at the fact that I couldn't blame anyone but myself for craving ice cream at night.

Only to bump into the muscular boy who was my long-life bully for as long as I could remember, leading me into the previous situation earlier.

Pulling out my phone from the pocket, I grunted again as I looked at the time.

It's almost midnight.

Wow, I cried for over an hour.

Luckily there were still busses and trains that was supposed to be running, if not, I'll be dead.

I disliked the idea of walking home.

It's not that far, I was even dragged to that area by Jungkook just by walking in the first place.

But I just wanted to quickly reach home as fast as I could, and sleep.

And let today's event pass, like it was history.

The history of my love for Jungkook.

I got up and brushed away all the grass from my body, and looked for the nearest public restroom to clean my face and clear my nose.

My head throbbed, but I just sucked it up and continued to walk to the bus stop.

"No one told you to cry that hard, Jimin. You did this to yourself and you face the consequences," I whispered to myself as I slowly massaged my scalp to reduce the throbbing.

The area was almost deserted.

Most shops were already closed and I sighed in relief when I saw the bus to the hostel approaching.

I quickly climbed the stairs and settled myself on the seat closest to the exit door.

However, I soon heard the familiar clacks of spiky boots also hopping up the bus.

Instantly, I threw my eyes out to look at the trees and lights that were decorating the sidewalks as I ignored the person who just walked passed my seat and sat down on the last row of the bus like he usually did.

I also ignored the churn in my stomach as the perfume he was wearing swiftly reached my nose when he walked pass me.

Ignore him, Jimin.

That's what you said earlier.

Letting out a long breath quietly, I began to scroll through the social media only to stop the action when a drunken man entered the bus as well.

Oh, shit.

I don't want to deal with this today.

Cursing under my breath while praying nonstop that the uncle won't seat beside me, I felt the empty seat dipped before the drunken man reached my seat and I turned to the person.

Min Yoongi?

My eyes widened in surprise.

He was the last person I expected to be sitting beside me in the bus at this time.

Because the Yoongi I've heard of would never step out of his house once the sun set.

Since the Yoongi I've heard of really love to sleep.

And the time now was really the time for someone to sleep.

"Don't even ask why I'm here. I hate the world as it is, try not to add my hatred even more," he mumbled as he slipped his hands into the pocket of his jackets and slumped his body on the seat behind him after wearing his earpods.

I stopped myself from wanting to ask him, and turned to look outside the window.

I flinched when a cold thing got in contact with the back of my palm and turned to find the source of it, leading me to the male beside me again.

"Take it and place it on your eyes. That's a nasty swell, you might go blind tomorrow," he pushed the cold can of coffee he took out from the plastic bag he was holding, and I had no choice but to take it.

He didn't look like he would accept a 'no' now.

I muttered a small thanks and immediately did as told since I still felt his eyes on me.

Once he saw that I had applied the cold metal on one of my swollen eyes, he nodded in satisfaction before focusing back on his phone.

I was weirded by the overall situation.

No one would believe me if I said that I rode a bus with Min Yoongi tonight.

Or if I said that he gave me a cold can of coffee to reduce my swelling eyes.

Or that he had even saved me - intentionally or unintentionally - from being seated next to a drunken man.

No one would believe me.

Because one, Min Yoongi never go out at night.

Two, Min Yoongi was not someone who did kind deeds like these on usual basis.

And three, because Min Yoongi riding a bus should never be made into a sentence.

This boy was the literal definition of crazy rich Asians.

He was rich, rich.

His parents were rich, but he was rich himself.

Being a talented boy in producing hit songs, he made a lot of money at such a young age.

Giving sideway glances to the boy beside me, I didn't even realize that I had totally forgotten about the boy that was still in the last row of the bus.

The boy who made my stomach churned.