Love At First Kick

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RIN POV

I woke up in a familiar place, breathing in a familiar scent. 
I knew exactly where I was without having to open my eyes.

I took a deep breath, feeling a smile show up on my face as I did it.

I'm home.
I'm with Jimin.

'Morning, baby.' He must have been awake for a while. He doesn't sound like he just woke up

'Morning.' I snuggle even closer, pressing my face to his chest. He's so cute. His heart is in full race mode. But, if we're being honest, mine is not much better.

'Sleep well?' He asks, gently moving his hand up and down my back

'Best sleep in a long time. I can't seem to sleep without you anymore.'

'I think we might have the same issue. I barely slept the first two weeks while we were in the centre.' He sighs quietly, but I can feel him do it as I'm so close to him.

'If the coach didn't torture us to near death, I don't think I'd sleep at all.'

'At least we don't have to worry about that anytime soon. For now, we can enjoy it the way we used to.' He gently lifted my face, and placed the softest kiss on my lips

'He's asleep!'

'So?'

'He just came back from Japan! He needs rest!'

'I don't care.'

Jimin and I looked at each other in confusion, hearing two voices yelling at each other downstairs. What the hell is going on.

'Minhyuk, I told you not to come here!'

I felt Jimin pretty much freeze in his spot. I don't think he was breathing either.

'Jimin?' I call him, but he doesn't react.

His eyes went kind of dark, but also glossy. Is he crying?

'Jimin, what's going on?' I lift myself up, trying to get him to talk

'Is it here?!' The yelling of a male voice was right in front of the door.

Jimin pretty much jumped off the bed, getting behind it, further from the door.

Is he angry or scared?! What the hell is going on?!

'Don't let that man in.' Is all he tells me, pretty much shaking

I think I just clocked in.
'Jimin, is this your-'

'Yes.' He cut me off. So it is his dad.

'Stay there. I won't let him in.'

I was just about to quietly lock the door when they flew open.

A man in his mid 40s was looking right at me. A bit taller than Jimin, a bit bigger in the body as well. But not fat. The only thing that tells me he's his dad is the eyes. They have the same eyes.
'Who are you?'

'There you are, you little shit.' He saw Jimin and tried to walk past me, but I stepped in front of him

'Sorry. You can't enter here.' I tell him. I will actually knock him out if I need to. I do not care if I get kicked out of the team.

'Look, girl, I'd suggest you move before I move you myself.' He threatened, looking right at me

'And I'd suggest you take a step back.' I step even closer, and he actually takes a little step back. I was a bit too close.

He scoffed, looking down at me.
'You're quite ballsy for a small, scrawny girl. But I'm not telling you again. Move.'

'I think I was damn clear saying no.' I won't move.
Jimin was behind the bed still, not saying a word. I have no idea what this is about, but he clearly doesn't want to see him. His mother doesn't want that either.