FATED

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It's beginning to get late, and the sky is slowly becoming darker with each moment that passes.

Waving a taxi down, you tell the man in the front seat of the vehicle where to go. The theater is within walking distance of your house, so that's what you did on the way here, but you weren't going to take the chance with Jimin in his condition. If it wasn't obvious what he was going through before, it sure is now.

The taxi. A beautiful invention that helps people worldwide. That is, people who know and have been in a car. "Y/ N," Jimin says nervously while sitting in the seat beside you. The car reversed before the wheels start to roll. "What i-is happening?"

You don't understand if he's talking about his problem or the car.

You took the second!

"Oh right, you've never been in a car." You catch the driver sending you a suspicious glance through the mirror but are too busy to care. "Remember from our book at home?" You mention the small book you bought Jimin at the bookstore not too long ago. It's obviously meant for children, but it has things that Jimin isn't familiar with; modern things.

"Car," he repeats.

Thank the Heavens. You yourself just witnessed Jimin relax, and his friend seems to have done the same as well.

"That's right. See it isn't that bad," you baby-talk him and now the driver thinks you seriously have some issues.

You pull the thin belt across your body and hook it into the buckle. Seat belts save the lives of kids. You notice Jimin gives you a confused look before trying to mimic your actions, but has no luck.

So, you reach over his body and grasp the leather-feeling material and pull it back with you. This seemingly harmless action has just unleashed another wave of excitement through Jimin that was in no way intentional by you.

Crap. On your way back to buckle his seat belt in the latch, you hear his sharp breath poke your neck. And so the cycle starts again. "Y/N," Jimin let out a shaky, quiet breath. "Why does this keep happening to me?"

"I know Chim, just hold on a little longer, I'm sorry."

That's it Y/N! Your internal scolding begins. That will be the last time today that you so much as lay a hand on that poor boy. No more bending over or even talking close to him. No breathing when he's too close, or anything that could provoke a reaction from him.

It didn't take long at all until we arrived back at the apartment, and you made sure to text Hoseok that you had left. Giving a lame excuse about Jimin having diarrhea or something.

You're surprised and happy that Jimin was okay with cars. You thought that he was going to shower you with questions, which he probably would've if he weren't... preoccupied.

On your way up to Hoseok's room, you were stopped by one of the employees who informed you that your room was almost done. As happy as that makes you, you're also a little sad. You've grown accustomed to living with Hoseok, so much that you don't know what will become of your relationship when you move out. All the same, you and Jimin silently walk up into Hoseok's apartment.