𝓐𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷'𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 //𝓹𝓳𝓶

[17] 𝓒𝓛𝓐𝓢𝓗

—You cannot take back
The words you said—

🥀

"Ah...I..." Yeonjun’s words trailed off as he stretched lazily, throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

"You know, it's weird. What’s gotten into you?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

He smirked. "Maybe I hit my head too hard this morning and suddenly got wiser."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, you never had a brain to begin with."

Taehyung and Jungkook chuckled at that, but Jimin just stared at Yeonjun with a blank expression, arms crossed, his jaw tightening slightly.

Then, as if all the playfulness drained out of him in an instant, Yeonjun sighed and looked down. His fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of his sleeve.

"Soobin's doing good enough, I guess," he muttered, his voice dropping. "He's better now, but..." He stopped.

A heavy silence settled in the room.

"But what?" I asked softly, leaning in slightly.

Yeonjun's jaw clenched for a second before he forced a small smile, but his eyes held something unreadable. "He's still not waking up, Y/N."

My breath hitched. The lump in my throat felt unbearable.

"I hope he wakes up," I whispered.

"Yeah," Yeonjun sighed, rubbing his face with both hands. "Me too."

Before anyone could say anything else, Jimin suddenly stood up, grabbed Yeonjun by the arm, and started dragging him toward the door.

"Okay, okay. Nice catching up. Time to leave," Jimin said in an exaggeratedly cheerful tone, practically shoving Yeonjun toward the exit.

"Wait, wh—?! Jimin, what the hell?!" I protested, standing up as Jungkook hurried behind him and slammed the door shut—right on Yeonjun's face.

"Why would you do that?" I asked angrily, turning to Jimin.

"To your room," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Answer me first!" I huffed.

"Because I didn't like him. Moreover... um, never mind," Jimin muttered.

"You’re so mean!" I shot back, crossing my arms.

Jimin suddenly smirked and stepped closer, his dark eyes twinkling with something mischievous. "HAH... Really?" His voice dropped into that deep, husky tone, and before I could react, he leaned down to my face level.

I swallowed.

My hands instinctively pressed against his chest, but it did nothing. He wasn’t moving back. Instead, his smirk only widened.

"I...I..." I stammered, feeling heat rise up to my cheeks.

Jimin finally stepped back, acting as if nothing had happened, and walked away toward his room.

I stood there, frozen. The room was dead silent.

Then, I realized everyone was staring at me.

Somehow, that was even worse.

Jungkook had the biggest frown on his face, his arms crossed in what looked like pure betrayal. Taehyung had a knowing smirk, while Hoseok just looked amused.

I quickly rushed to my room before I could die of embarrassment.

As I entered my room, I kept mumbling to myself.

"Gosh, Jimin’s making me feel so weird and... good? No. No, he’s just a—"

I froze.

Because I had bumped into someone.

I slowly looked up.

"Jimin?" I whispered, gulping.

He heard it all.

I mentally facepalmed myself.

"Sit." His voice was calm but firm.

I blinked at him, confused.

He walked over and locked the door.

"Ji-Jimin—" My words stammered as nervousness spread through my body.

"Don't worry, princess," he murmured, smirking as he pulled a chair from my desk and sat across from me. "I'm not a bad guy... and you know that."

His gaze never left mine.

"So, whatever you were mumbling under your breath—mind saying it out loud?" His tone was teasing, but there was something else beneath it.

I felt my entire soul leave my body.

"I...I...I was saying that you’re the biggest weirdo and... and jerk I’ve ever seen!" I lied.

Jimin tilted his head, amused.

"Really?"

I nodded too quickly.

His smirk deepened. "Don't try tricks on me. At the end of the day, you’re always mine. And you know that."

And with that, he stood up and left the room like nothing happened.

I just sat there, completely dumbfounded.

WHAT THE ACTUAL MOTHER OF CHAIRS DID HE MEAN?!

I AM HIS?!

It sounds go— NO. HAHAHA, AYYYY NO!!!

Shaking my head aggressively, I grabbed my phone and saw two missed calls from Yoona.

I quickly called her back.

"Hi!" I exclaimed.

"WHY THE HELL WEREN’T YOU PICKING UP?!"

I heard some faint voices in the background and instantly understood.

I smirked.

"Hey, before asking anything, give your boyfriend a damn good job for his stamina. I can literally hear the moans from here."

"YOU—!!"

"Do tell me abou—"

She ended the call before I could finish, leaving me in a fit of laughter.