A friend will not advise anything bad

8.

Cheyeon is trembling all over, either from fear or excitement. In a few minutes, she will meet Jeongguk again at the gym for training. Everything would be fine, but it would definitely be terribly awkward for her. No, she wasn't scared, but if only a little. She just knows that a dark-haired man is not the one who will force a girl to do what she does not want. He's not like that.

That's it! Stop messing with your head!

It's better to go to the gym now and behave as if nothing ever happened. There is nothing complicated about this. Really, right?

Squeezing her hands tightly into a fist, the girl took a deep breath and finally reached for the door handle and turned it.

Park immediately noticed the dark-haired man. Jungkook was sitting on one of the benches and typing something on his phone. But there was only one problem - he was not alone, as usual. This time he was with Jimin.

Seeing the brunette, not a pleasant herd walked over the body of the Pack. It was somehow unexpected to meet him here.

Thinking about it, Cheyeon didn't even notice how someone's hand was on her shoulder. Startled, the blonde turned around. Jeongguk was standing in front of her. Strange, she didn't even notice how he approached her.

- I called you, but you didn't pay attention to me. Are you all right?  There was an excited tone in his voice. When Cheyeon wanted to answer, they were suddenly called out by a recently playing Jimin standing nearby.

BTS, Steave Aoki - Waste it on me.

- Hey, lovebirds! - Both immediately paid attention to the smiling Puck. He pressed the ball to his waist and began to approach Jungkook and Cheyeon. Maybe the dark-haired man somehow didn't care about the Pack, but the girl didn't. As the brunette got closer and closer, it seemed to the blonde that her heart was about to jump out of her chest. - Can we play?  Puck asked sarcastically, passing the girl from head to toe with his gaze.

"Is he kidding me? " - it came to Park's mind when she noticed the mocking look of the guy on her.

- Friend, Cheen is still playing very badly. "Today, for now, only I will be with her, and then, when the girl can play well, we can play if she doesn't mind," shrugging his shoulders, the brunette nodded, without even saying anything. Passing by Pak, the brunette winked at her, and then left. When Jimin passed by the blonde, Cheyeon could smell his expensive and beloved perfume. Whose smell she still remembers when the brunette came to their house to talk to Baekhyun.

- Thank you, - the girl quietly thanked the guy. If it wasn't for Jeong, I would have to embarrass myself in front of Jimin. You could even say that the dark-haired man is her savior today.

- You're welcome, - Jeongguk shrugged his shoulders cheerfully and twirled a basketball in his hands. - We're friends, sort of, - without saying anything, Cheyeon nodded.

All the next half an hour passed normally: Jeongguk showed how to play correctly and how to throw the ball correctly. Everything would be fine, but Cheen is already a little tired, but she's not going to talk about this guy yet, because it's clear from his look that he liked to play. Of course, it's his favorite game. But not for a girl - she already can't stand this basketball.

Lost in thought, Cheyeon didn't even notice the ball flying in her direction. The ball hit her in the head, which caused her to fall off balance, hitting her head a little painfully on the floor.

- Cheen! - Jeon called out to her, immediately running up to the fallen Park. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't think the ball would hit you in the head," the dark-haired man began to apologize, slowly lifting the girl. Sitting in a sitting position, Cheyeon touched her forehead, where the ball had recently hit. With a little hiss of pain, the girl lowered her hand to her legs. A small bump is definitely guaranteed to her.

"We should put ice on it," Chon said a little excitedly, looking at the girl's red forehead. - Wait, I'll get it right now, - Chon was about to get up, as the blonde took his hand.

- It's not worth it, I'll go home and apply myself, - without saying anything, the guy nodded, and then lowered his gaze to his hand, which was held by Cheen. Noticing the guy's gaze, the girl lowered her own there and saw her palm in Chon's hands, immediately removed it. - Oh, I'm sorry, - the blonde immediately apologized, getting to her feet.

- Maybe you should go home already? - the guy asked, turning around and walking away to his black sports bag on the bench.

- Okay, - shrugging her shoulders, the blonde took her backpack and headed for the exit, leaving Jungkook alone in the gym.

Quickly opening the door, leaving, the girl quickly closed it. Sighing heavily, Cheyeon decided to go to the dining room to get ice there.

Entering the dining room, the blonde asked one of the cooks to give her ice. Having received a small bag of ice in her hands, the girl applied it to the place of injury.

Leaving the dining room, virgo headed out of the school. Lowering her gaze to her feet, the blonde did not even notice how she crashed into someone's chest with her head.

- God, why is all this with me today? - the girl asked softly, raising her gaze at the man hitting her. But as soon as Cheyeon raised her head, she immediately regretted it, because Jimin was standing in front of her, and a cheerful smile was playing on his lips.

- What kind of people, - the guy said mockingly, looking at the girl from head to toe, but noticing the ice that was put to the blonde's forehead, the smile disappeared a little. "Ice alone won't help you, honey. You need to get ointment from the pharmacy. I don't remember its name, but I remember for sure that it has the smell of mint.

- How do you know so well? - sad and at the same time maliciously asked the girl, about to leave, but the brunette did not let her pass. - Thu.. what are you doing? - the blonde stammered, looking at the guy.

- Come on, I have an ointment in my briefcase that can help you remove the pain, - he said without a single emotion on his face, and taking the girl by the hand, dragged her towards his motorcycle. - Wait a minute, - picking up his backpack, the guy started looking for something there and after a few seconds found what he was looking for. - I found it! - the brunette exclaimed, showing the ointment. - Remove the ice.

- No, I will help myself in this, - the blonde said politely, going to take the ointment from the guy's hands, but Puck raised his hand up, not allowing the girl to reach the thing.

- The ointment is mine, so I will do everything myself, - without saying anything, the blonde sighed softly, looking at the actions of the guy. Taking a little ointment on his finger, Jimin began to drive to the place of the bruise on the girl's forehead. Cheyeon involuntarily hissed in pain. When the guy was tracing the place of the injury with his fingers, it seemed to Cheen that soon she would stop breathing and there was little air in her lungs. It was nice to feel his touch. "Well, that's it," Puck said cheerfully, removing his fingers.

There was too much Jimin in her life today. Too much.