On the way back to London from Essex Yoongi calls Lori. She says that she and the boys had a similar night to us. Lots of honesty and things to contemplate but that they were eager for us to get home. He gives her our approximate ETA and says he will see her soon and hangs up.
"Do you think that if I decided to stop seeing Jimin and just started officially dating Namjoon that they would be ok and not fall out?" I ask him, desperately wanting the answer to be yes. Just like a genie he grants it. "Jimin will see that it's the best thing. He needs to let you and Namjoon have a shot. It's not fair if he doesn't".
I hope he's right. I'm starting to feel like I need some one on one time with my tall beau. We need to really dig deep and see what there is between us before I can even think of calling it quits with him. I'm sad that i'm now seeing that there is nothing really between me and Jimin except sexual heat and a mutual warmth, a friendly feeling, and I know that could well be because of his feelings of honour to his family. I don't think it's anything to do with me other than i'm not Korean.
It's quiet on the roads and we make it back in no time. I ask Yoongi to let me go straight into the bathroom and have a shower and make myself feel a bit human before the onslaught of conversations and he says he will make sure that they all give me some space until i'm ready.
We walk through the front door and Lori knowing me so well has placed my toiletries and some fresh clothes in the bathroom with a coffee and a little note that says "you are my everything before any other". How did I get so lucky to have such a friend. I choke up and a tear rolls down my face.
I put some music on using my phone and turn it up so I can hear it whilst in the shower. I do the usual, hair wash, body cleanse, aimlessly stand under the water for longer than necessary before finally stepping out and wrapping a towel around my head and another around my body.
I brush my teeth, put on a little make up but refrain from mascara in case I cry and get dressed. The clothes Lori has put out for me are my favourite camouflage lounge bottoms and a black t-shirt, she even has my favourite slippers and comfy socks organised too. I sip some of the coffee whilst I brush my wet hair fixing it into a messy bun and realise I can't delay this any further. I have to go and make peace.
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Fanfiction**This story is not completely Jimin centred. Although it starts with him it does not end with him** Jimin has come to the UK to record some solo stuff whilst the group are having a break. He wants a change in scenery and thinks he can fly under the...
