MADHOUSE || PJM

#17

"jimin, let me go!"

he's not carrying me in his arms anymore, he threw me over his shoulder, carrying me like a sack of potatoes.

"stop whining."
i sense amusement in his voice. where the hell is he taking me? i stare at the back of his feet as he walks calmly, but i can't help my eyes moving to his butt, what a nice view.

oh gosh.. what am i thinking?
i feel all my blood running down to my head.

"jimin, my head hurts.."

he suddenly stops walking, causing my head to crush into his lower back. he places me gently on the ground and holds my face.
"are you okay?"

"really?"
i say sarcastically, lifting an eyebrow.

he just smirks at me, making my eyes move to his mouth. i stare at his full lips shamelessly, causing his smirk to frown bigger as he leans towards me.
"are you done checking me out?"

"i wasn't doing such a thing!"

"one day you'll admit it."
he sends me a wink.
"we're here, by the way."
he gestures with his hand towards a huge wooden door.

"what's in there?"

"open the door."

i let out a sigh and did as he told me.
i enter the room and my eyes grow slightly. it's a small library, with huge windows allowing to see our surroundings. there's a big couch in the middle, and lots of shelves filled with books. i didn't know a place like this existed here.

jimin walks beside me and jumps on the couch, placing his hands behind his head. the sunlight makes his features sharper and his lips redder.
"here's where i come when i'm bored."
he taps the free area beside him.
"come, sit down."

i obey, but i leave a decent space between us as i sat down. i look outside the window, the views are amazing.
"this place is so peaceful."

jimin opens one of the windows, causing fresh air to caress my face. it smells like nature. i can't help but close my eyes, feeling so relaxed.

"y/n."

"hmm?"

"open your eyes."

"why?"

"you look ugly with your eyes closed."

i open my eyes and give a deadly glare, but then a smirk lifts my lips.
"are you saying i'm beautiful when my eyes are open?"

"no."
he quickly answers and looks away, but i can feel my victory, so i smile.

he looks down at his hands on his lap.
"i come here everyday."

"is this where you come after crossing the canteen at lunch?"

he nods, and i stare at him again. somehow, i notice a lonely look in his eyes. how can someone so attractive, so confident.. look so lonely?

"do you have friends here?"

"no."

i act hurt.
"what about me?"

"you're not my friend."
he says seriously, and i frown.
"what am i to you then?"

he licks his lips but doesn't answer.
"how's jasmine doing?"

hah.. changing the topic? wait.. how-
"how do you know her?"

he leans back on the couch, placing his hands behind his head again.
"i just know."

"you really need to stop doing that."

"doing what?"

"you seem to know everything about me, stalker."