FUDGE FATE || pjm x reader x myg

~ Chapter 21 ~

As you walked down the darkening streets, you figured out what you wanted for dinner. You decided it would be wise for you to order while Jimin waited in the side street. The food came quickly then you headed back to your hotel room to eat.

'I brought uno, want to play?'

'What's yuno?'

You looked at him, dumbfounded. 'It's uno. I'll teach you.'

And so just as Jimin taught you his dance, you taught him the card game.

'What was this card again?'

'How do you know which card to put down in this case?'

'Can I put this one down?'

You liked being able to teach him something. He would ask you questions and look at you with big eyes as he listened intently to the answer.

Jimin had requested a special juice from the takeout place and managed to spill it over himself due to the excitement of winning against you.

'Jimin...' You internally face palmed while laughing your head off.

'You can wash up in the bathroom,' You offered and he scurried off.

It had been a long day for you after staying up late finishing the designs and running into Yoongi. 'Yoongi...' you remembered briefly. 'I need to talk to him.' After all the walking, beach fun, and then dancing, your body was sore and so you lay down for just a moment.

'Can I use your shower?' He called from the bathroom, 'My stomach is all sticky!'

'Yeah, course!' And you heard the water switch on. You giggled at his light-heartedness.

You closed your eyes for a moment, not caring about the difficulty of keeping them open. Thoughts floated through your mind as you slipped into sleep.

'I like him. I like him a lot.'

As Jimin came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he was about to exclaim how nice it was that you lent him your shower when he saw you curled into a ball on the bed, your hair fallen over your face and your eyes closed.

His breath hitched. You looked so peaceful and so... child-like. He thought about your past, how your childhood got cut short and the stress you must have felt living all these years with your family's death on your shoulders. He got closer to brush your hair out of your face when you stirred. He froze for a moment, admiring the sound of your soft, steady breathing before finally brushing the hair from your face. You had always let your hair down. It was for a good reason. You had a scar across the side and back of your neck from surgery after the crash. You hated it. It was a constant reminder of that day. As Jimin tucked your hair behind your ear, he saw the edge of it, moving it further to reveal the whole length of the crooked line.

Unlike most people, he didn't feel pity for you. No. He felt the burning urge to protect this girl. To heal your scars. To hold you in his arms and never let go.

He pulled himself away from you, worried he might wake you. He thought you should sleep, so, deciding to leave you a note, he searched for some blank paper on your paper-cluttered desk.

That's when he saw them. Your designs. The blueprints for your Project Infinity. He picked up the papers in awe, shuffling through the different drawings, measurements, and specifications. Arc reactor. Electrostatic thrusters. Suit armour.

'She's building...'

'...an Iron Man suit?'