HOLD MY HAND TIGHT || JIKOOK ✅

7

JIMIN POV

Watching him leave hurts worse than I was expecting.

As does the realization that this is the third time he's walked away without me.

Does he not feel the same thing I feel?

For the entire drive from the hospital to the house, my certainty was increasing.

The attraction I feel toward him, the ache in my gut, the need to be near him...

He must be feeling it as well.

After what he said about taking care of me, there was no doubt left in my mind that the pull is mutual.

But then why did he look so terrified when I grabbed his sleeve?

I try to shove those thoughts away so I can focus on what Molly is telling me but it's proving difficult.

I only catch a little bit of her explanation about the history of the house as she leads me through the various hallways and corridors.

There are only five bedrooms but there's also a library, a sitting room, a few offices, both formal and casual dining rooms, as well as a few other extraneous rooms that inflate the overall square footage of the house significantly.

I'm guessing if you filled each room with bunkbeds, you'd be able to sleep everyone from Omega House and then some.

The bedroom Molly leads me to is easily five times the size of the room I have back at Omega House.

I'm one of the lucky few with only one roommate but that's only because the slope of the roof makes it impossible to fit a bunkbed in there.

So the room I'm used to sleeping in is rather cramped.

This room is massive and it's dominated by an equally large bed topped by a down comforter and headed with a veritable mountain of pillows, I've never seen anything that looks more comfortable in my entire life.

"There's a dresser over there."

Molly inclines her head toward the dresser. "And the closet is to the left, The door to your private bathroom is through there."

"You've got a dressing table over here and there are extra blankets in the chest at the foot of the bed."

My eyes bulge in awe as I take in my surroundings, Everything is light and airy and luxurious.

I'm more than a little overwhelmed by it all.

"If you'd like to get changed, fresh clothes are in the dresser."

"I'm afraid there's not much in there at the moment since I wasn't given much time to prepare for your arrival." Molly folds her hands apologetically.

"But I'll be going out to do some shopping once I determine how well everything fits you."

"You don't have to do that." I protest as I turn to look at her.

"I appreciate everything you've done, I really do but all I need is to get my clothes from Omega House."

"I don't need new clothing."

Molly frowns and looks at me pointedly. "Do any of the things you have there have sentimental value?"

I tug at the hem of the shirt I'm wearing, The idea of clothing having sentimental value is new to me.

Everything I own is a hand-me-down. "No, I guess not." I say after a moment.

"Then there's no reason to hold on to them." Molly says with a nod.

"But isn't it wasteful to buy more clothes when I've already got stuff that mostly fits me?"