It's Complicated [Jimin]

Chapter 14

(Jimin's P.O.V)

I woke up to the sound of murmurs in my ear, and I looked to my left at the digital clock which read the time FRI. 3:57am.

The murmurs continued from my right side, then I realized it was HyoJin - she was sleep talking, but I couldn't understand exactly what she was saying. Something about, 'me too' and 'yeah'.

"What's that, babe?" I whispered, turning to face her.

"Mmm.. Jimin-ah.."

"Yeah."

"It hurts, Jimin.." she whispered, eyes closed, still asleep.

"What does?" I asked. I assumed she was referring to her bruises.

"Loving.. him.." she trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Loving him? Loving who, HyoJin-ah?" I asked, now interested in her unconscious speaking.

She replied with a groan, but no words.

"HyoJin?" I urged.

No reply.

Now I was curious, and more awake. I ran my hands over my face, then flinched, forgetting the bruises. "Aish.." I muttered, knowing my face was going to be more clearly bruised tomorrow.

She turned over, and I wrapped my arms gently around her slim figure.

/-/-/

I immediately felt the warmth of HyoJin's body against mine. Our legs intertwined, my arms over her waist and her hands holding them, and my head resting in between her shoulder and her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.

I turned my head to look at the time. FRI. 7:44am.

"Jimin?" HyoJin said groggily.

"Yeah babe..?" I replied, hugging her tighter.

She said nothing back, but responded by holding my arms, caressing them.

It was a school day, yet this was by far better than going to school. I could stay like this for ages.

(HyoJin's P.O.V)

"She went to the store." Jimin replied to my question of 'where is your halmoni', after he picked a yellow stick it note off the fridge.

He made us toast and poured some orange juice as we sat on red stools at the grey marble stoned island in the middle of the kitchen.

The kitchen itself was quite big, and all the appliances across the benches were either red, black or blue. The stainless steel fridge was lightly covered in a range of magnets that held up random notices and pictures, and the cupboards with the food were above the L shaped tile bench. The glass sliding door was what seperated the kitchen from the lounge, with a black curtain hanging across the entire length. It looked nice.

"Jimin.." I began, after I finished glancing around the room and faced him again. He was watching me already, and I assumed he had been the entire time.

"Yeah?" he asked, taking a drink of juice.

"Do you think she's told your parents yet?"

He paused mid-sip, and placed the glass in front of him. He sighed. "I'm really not sure."

"I want to turn my phone back on now, I think.. we should let people know now." I stated.

"Yeah, me too."