PRINCE | A JIKOOK FF |

| Chapter : 23 |

Jungkook

I wake up, surprisingly premature. Three fucking days.. Three days of Jimin not talking to me. And today is the fucking ball. I don't know what's wrong with her.. She's got me worried, really worried. She's my only best friend here and if she's not conversing with me, I don't know whom else I can talk to. 

I sit up straight and crack my neck as I stretch my arms. I massage my forehead and eyes, standing up. Today will surely be a headache but I need to get Jimin to talk to me.. There is no possible way she is envious I went 'shopping' with those princesses that day- I mean, I had to. I was left with no alternative. Hell, as if I would ever want to, anyway. 

I walk towards the washroom and touch my shoulders to remove my shirt, completely forgetting that I sleep shirtless. I realize and curse at myself "Jimin certainly did something to me." I whisper to myself. She actually sure did something because I can't stop thinking about her.. I see her everywhere I fucking go, every woman I fucking glimpse and talk to. I wish I could go visionless but I know I would miss her face if I did. 

If I talk about my feelings towards her to people, they will say it's love but it is not. Hell, I don't even know what love is like after losing- Shit, no.. Jungkook don't you fucking think about her...

She's gone.

She will never come back to you.

None knows her anymore...

except me..

Everyone forgot about her...

except me.. 

I quickly walk to the dark black marble counter and rest my palms on it, steadying myself as all recollections flash in front of my eyes. I look at myself in the mirror but don't see myself.. That is not me. Not my mother. Not my father. Not Jimin. It's her... Shit, it's her.. My breathing gets heavier as I reach my hand towards the mirror to touch her face, to feel her again but then it shatters.. 

No, don't leave 

I return to my senses as I see the mirror in front of me shattered.. I quickly look at my right hand to see it covered in blood. Fuck, what did I do? I run the fingers of my left hand through my hair as I look at the blood flowing out of my other hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.. What do I do?" I bit my lower lip as I turned around to look around for an aid kit when I heard loud knocks on the door. 

I unlocked the washroom door and walked towards the bedroom door, hiding my injured hand behind my back. I unlock the door and before I can open it completely, it swings open revealing a worried Jimin. Her face looked so messed up as sweat painted her forehead while her chest heaved up and down she didn't bother to catch her breath before she started talking

"Where are you injured?" I look at her confused "What do you mean-" "I heard glass shatter. You probably must've gotten wounded too." I shake my head as I choose to lie "I am not wounded.. The walls are soundproof how'd you hear?" She exhales "The doors aren't.. I was just heading downstairs and the staircase isn't vastly distant from your room so, I heard it." Shit, I need to change these doors.. Her eyes squinted to see my other arm behind my back as she wasted no time before grabbing it and holding it up in front of our faces. 

"You said you weren't injured." I let out an annoyed sigh as I bit my lower lip and then looked at the ground "And you said you would always be there with me, everywhere, as a companion. But you are not preserving your damn word, Jimin." I knew she was still looking at me by the way I felt her regretful eyes on me. "Let me treat your cut first." She changed the topic. She fucking changed the topic, ignoring the pain in the words that left my mouth before. 

I wrap my bloody fingers around her wrist bringing her closer. I have no idea what has gotten into me but I need to know the things she's hiding from me "Stop it, Jimin." I whispered against her ears as I kept my distance from our chests touching. Her breathing got heavier as she let out a shaky breath which hovered over my collarbone for two seconds before disappearing "S-stop what..?" I close my eyes at her stuttering as I curse under my breath, realizing how close I am to her "Stop hiding things from me, it fucking hurts." She doesn't answer.. 

I waited for her to answer but only heard heavy breaths from her "Jimin. Answer." "I am not hiding anything from you, Ju-" "Liar." I cut her off saying, my voice, low and deep in anger "Were you envious that day? When I went shopping with those princesses?" She shook her head as I closed my eyes, thank God. I was thinking shit like 'What if she likes me..? I don't want to hurt her by rejecting her.' and 'Is she talking shit behind my back? Is that why she is acting weird?'. 

"Are you sure, Jimin?"  She nods as my fingers let go of her wrist and I see blood flowing down her elbow and then on the floor. Fuck, I made a mess. She quickly took a step back and walked over to the washroom as I heard the doors of the drawers open and shut in a hurry. After a minute or two, she comes running as she pulls my arm, and drags me to the washroom. "Rest your hand on the counter" I do as she says and place my injured hand on the counter

"By did you smash the mirror? You could've gone to the training room and punched a punching bag, instead." I chuckle as I see her wetting the cotton with the alcohol "I didn't even know I had an aid kit in here." I tell her making her smile "I had no idea, either. I just looked around." "What if I didn't have one?" She shrugs her shoulders "Not an issue, I keep one in my room." I smile and look at her tiny fingers, clenching on the cotton and gently brushing it along my cuts. I look at shattered pieces of the mirror on the counter and exhale. Need to clean that up. 

"I will clean that up, later." I looked at Jimin who was focused on what she was doing "No, you might get hurt." She giggles "It won't be my first time doing that." She won't listen even if I stop her again so I just keep my mouth shut. I looked at the shattered mirror and then at Jimin as her eyes kept getting distracted by something. I follow her gaze and  I then realize, I was shirtless. Hell, how can I forget about it? 

"Is it making you uneasy?" She looked at me with confused eyes "What?" I look down at my body as her eyes follow along but then they quickly look away "Of course, not.. It's my second time seeing you like this.. I am okay with it." I nod "What about your outfit for today's ball?" She asks as I shrug "The tailors have it prepared and I already put it on. It's okay." She slowly nods as she lifts my hand to wrap the bandage around my knuckles "This might ruin your look today." I chuckle "I don't give a damn" She smiles wide and shakes her head 

"Your parents will." I roll my eyes "Nah, it will be alright." She finishes the wrapping and looks at me "Tell me the color of your outfit, I will paint this up for it to match your outfit." I laugh as she joins in, laughing at her own joke. "Leaving it as it is will make it look prettier," I say, touching the bandage and smiling to myself "Well, I will quickly clean this up and you can take a shower-" Jimin was cut off by the loud sound of glass breaking 

We didn't waste time as we quickly ran to the bedroom and saw my beautiful red vase which was now, not as beautiful as it used to be. "How..?" Jimin whispers to herself as I take a quick glance at her before looking at the balcony doors but they are locked. "Whoever that was, didn't get time to clean this up before they left." Jimin nods as she shakes her head "But, who is it? Why do they do this only when it's just us- No." I look at her as she stops talking and takes in a sharp breath 

"Did you ever have a stalker before?" "Never" "Did you ever have an ex before?" I open my lips to answer but then close it. Shit.. What should I tell her? Should I lie? Should I be honest? Jimin cleared her throat getting me back to my senses "So? Did you?" I look at her. Her eyes show something I can't understand, something which is showing hope.. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "No. I didn't have one." 

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End of Chapter 23.