Idol in the making..

Distance

"This will sting a bit.." Hoseok mumbled to me as he dabbed the antiseptic at the wound on my elbow.. We were now sitting in the living room of their dorm.. After the drama that happened in the practice room.. Everyone came to the conclusion that it would be better to warm up together before starting the practice again..

"Ouch.." I winced as the cutton touched my wound.. I didn't even realise i scrapped myself when i fell.. "I am sorry.. I know it hurts.." Hoseok apologized and i gave him a reassuring smile while i watched Jimin roll his eyes from the corner of my eyes.. "Weak ass.." He mumbled to himself.. Yes.. It does hurt.. It hurts a lot.. But not the wound.. It was nothing compared to the pain in my heart..

Jimin's harsh words were still ringing in my head.. What does he even think i am? His words made me feel like an obsessed bitch.. A whore who was here.. Just to throw herself at him and his brothers.. It disgusted me more than i already was..

"It's her first day with us and we have already injured her.. Great!!!" Jin exclaimed and glared at Jimin who just rolled his eyes in response..

"Do not look at me like that! You know what i think about her!!" He grumbled which made Jin snap..

"I don't care what you think about her! Nothing gives you the right to disrespect or hurt a woman you brat!" He yelled at Jimin who looked away with a face of utter disgust..

I don't understand.. What wrong did i even do to him?.. Was being here as an extra member such a big crime?

"Well.. I apologize from his behalf Ella.. He's a brat.." Namjoon apologized like a guilty father who failed to discipline his son..

"It's okay-" "Why don't you guys just say you are scared of her father's wrath! Ohh we hurt his little princess! What will we do now??" Jimin cut me off.. Mocking me..

Oh we hurt rich daddy's princess! What will we do noww?? What will you do?? Call your dad to school?? Report us?? Does he ever even spent time with you?? He doesn't care about you! He only cares about his social status! Pathetic bitch!

The past voices started haunting me and i groaned as my headache started kicking in.. "Ahh.." I whimpered shutting my ears close to stop the voices but nothing happened.. My head felt like it will burst..

I looked around myself.. Everything seemed blur.. I could only sense the silhouette of the boys all standing around me in a circle.. I felt like i can't breathe.. Groaning i got up from the couch i was seated on and ran towards the terrace.. I need air..

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I opened my eyes only to find myself still at the terrace.. It was nightfall now.. The city lights were shining bright.. My head was leaned on one of the walls.. And it made my neck cramp.. Not to forget my head was still throbbing.. And my throat was dried.. Because of the crying i assume..

Letting out a deep breath i shifted slightly but flinched when i felt something fall off my shoulder.. Looking down i realised it was a jacket.. Someone must have come up to check on me and probably realized i was freezing..

Embarrassment washed over me.. That person probably must have seen the tear stains on my face.. And i don't like anyone seeing me cry.. Gulping i held the jacket in my hands and brought it up to my face.. Sniffing it.. Just to know who was the kind man who cared for me..

But when the familiar citrusy scent hit my nostrils.. My heart nearly stopped.. Jimin?.. Was he.. Was he the one who covered me?.. No no.. Why would he?.. He hates me to guts.. Why would he care for me?.. Maybe the jacket is his'.. But it must have been someone else who covered me.. We all know they share clothes.. Yeah.. Right.. It can't be him.. Right?..