(BTS FF) Ending Green

four•°. *࿐the introduction to green

Riya's POV

Since the scene at dinner, Chansoo's almost constantly by my side. He keeps a watchful eye on me, and he doesn't let me go to the guys' house without him anymore. When I gathered the courage to ask why, he told me it was his job to keep me safe. I told him I was safe with my friends, but he didn't relent.

I think he's worried; I think he's worried, and it's all my fault. I should've hidden better, tucked myself back into my arteries and pinched tightly enough to stop the blood flow. To stop myself from overflowing and making a mess.

My friends allow Chansoo's presence because they want me around, but I can tell they wish he wasn't. It's a bit awkward to have my bodyguard constantly flanking me when we're trying to hang out and destress after a long day.

"Riya—" Chansoo shows up near my seat in the living room, my eyes directed to the TV while my mind is elsewhere. Startled, I turn to see him offering me a drink. Upon further inspection, I realize it's a matcha latte.

"Wow, thank you," I begin hesitantly before receiving it. "It's...wow." I look up at him. "Where did you get this?"

"I thought you'd like it." He rests his arm languidly across my chair. "I ordered it along with my lunch I had delivered." He motions to the TV. "What are we watching?"

"The new Jumanji movie," Taehyung reveals from the other side of the room, flipping through a magazine. Chansoo's words turn over and over in my head as Taehyung continues, "It's funny."

"I heard the Rock was in it," Chansoo responds. "How is it?"

I stare at my matcha latte as they converse, watching the green foam bubble. My stomach lurches at the sight.

"How's it taste?" Chansoo asks, peering down at me.

I'm about to respond when Jungkook cuts in drily, "She doesn't like matcha."

"Really?" Chansoo tilts his head. "You don't like matcha, Riya?"

My gaze travels to Jungkook before returning to the drink.

"A healthy option is good," I tell him quietly. "Thank you."

"I'm glad you like it," he says. "I'm going to use the bathroom, but I'll be right back. Stay here."

"She's not going anywhere," Jimin mutters.

Chansoo quirks a brow. "What was that?"

Jimin settles further into the couch, ignoring him.

Chansoo squeezes my shoulder. "Stay."

I begin to respond, but my words immediately disappear at Jungkook's expression.

He lifts an eyebrow but says nothing.

"What?" I mouth.

He juts his chin out toward a retreating Chansoo. I twist around to look, wondering if Jungkook wanted me to see something, but upon not noticing anything, I turn back to him questioningly.

He motions to my drink. "Something healthy, huh?"

I refocus on the matcha. "Yes."

Not wanting to be rude, I gulp it down, instantly feeling nauseous.

My eyes flicker up to catch Jungkook watching me. A small frown rests on his features, and when he can tell I've noticed him, he says, "You don't have to drink it."

I display a frown of my own. "I don't want to be rude."

"It's not rude. You don't like it."

"But...he didn't have to get it for me."