𝓐𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷'𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 //𝓹𝓳𝓶

[11] 𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓤𝓜𝓐

—She is a warm chaos—

[Jimin's POV]

I was carrying her on my back.

Aish! She's so heavy. It hurts.

"Jimin hyung, let m—"

"I'm fine!" I snapped at Jungkook before he could finish.

"Jimin, the thing you're do—"

"I know!" I huffed at Taehyung’s words.

"You shou—"

"I know what to do!" I cut off Yoongi hyung, irritation creeping into my voice.

My legs were burning, my breaths were ragged, and my mind was a mess. This morning, I had felt something I shouldn’t have—happiness. Even when I tried to ignore it, her presence made me feel special. I wasn't supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. But she made it so damn difficult.

And now, she lay limp on my back, her body completely unresponsive.

A sudden rush of footsteps made me turn my head.

Eunwoo.

He skidded to a stop right beside me, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

"What did you do to her?!" he barked, his voice sharp with accusation.

I froze for a moment before scoffing. "Me?"

"Give her to me," he demanded, stepping forward. "I'll carry her, not someone like you."

I clenched my jaw. "I don’t trust you, and I’m her bodyguard," I emphasized, my patience hanging by a thread.

Eunwoo let out a dry chuckle. "Oh really? But you look weak and pale, huh? Are you even physically fit?" His gaze raked over me in distaste.

Jimin. Stay calm.

"Jimin! Let’s go!" Yoongi hyung’s commanding voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I started walking again, ignoring Eunwoo’s glare as Yoona joined him, whispering to Namjoon and Hoseok.

I didn’t care. I just needed to get her somewhere safe.

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At the Dorm

Taehyung unlocked the door, and I strode straight to her room, carefully placing her onto the bed. She looked so fragile. Too pale. Too weak. It made my stomach twist in ways I couldn't understand.

I reached out, hesitating.

Why did this bother me so much?

A wave of unfamiliar emotions clawed at my chest, suffocating and relentless. The only people I ever felt anything for were my friends. No one else.