The anonymous scribbler's messages have become my refuge, resonating deeply within me. Their words remind me that I'm not alone in feeling lost and overwhelmed.
Then there's Jimin. I bumped into him today, and he caught my arm—only to let me fall when he realized it was me. Why does he push me away when we could be something more?
Until next time, YN
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The next afternoon, Bora told me the group sessions were in the library. With Jhope and Bora stuck in extra classes and Jungkook out meeting friends, I decided to head there alone.
I was deep in my thoughts, surrounded by the smell of old books and the soft rustling of pages turning when suddenly, Jimin appeared before me. Without a word, he took my hand and dragged me to a secluded corner of the library, away from prying eyes.
"What do you want, Jimin?" I asked, my confusion mixed with irritation flooding my voice.
Jimin's Pov: When I spotted YN, lost in her own world, I felt a surge of urgency. I took her hand, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin, and led her to a secluded corner.
"Why are you ignoring me?" My voice came out lower than intended, laced with an urgency I hadn't expected.
YN:
"Excuse me?" I shot back, feeling a surge of defiance. "You're the one who told me to stay away from you!"
Jimin:
"Why does it bother me when you ignore me?" I asked, my heart racing as I watched confusion etch itself across her face.
"How can you be so normal when I'm not?" I added, frustration bubbling to the surface.
YN:
I stared at him, trying to decipher his words. What was he talking about? My heart raced with confusion.
"Jimin, I don't understand what you're talking about. Just leave me alone; I need to go," I said, trying to pull away.
Jimin pov:
No. I wasn't ready to let her walk away. I reached for her, pulling her into a tight embrace, hoping it would communicate everything I couldn't say.
As I held her close, her soft body melted against mine, every curve fitting perfectly like we were meant to be. The sweet, floral scent of her hair enveloped me, igniting a warmth deep within. My gaze fell to her delicate neck, the light caressing her skin, urging me to lean in and kiss her there.
In a moment of weakness, I brushed my lips against her skin, the touch sending shockwaves through me. But reality hit me like a cold splash of water, and I instinctively pulled back from the embrace, my heart racing with confusion and fear. What had I done?
YN pov: As Jimin pulled me into his arms, I felt safe against his hard chest. One hand rested on my waist, while the other gently held the back of my neck, sending shivers through me. When his lips brushed softly against my neck, warmth spread through my body, making my heart race. I wanted to stay lost in that moment, where everything else disappeared and it was just us. But when he pulled back, I was left breathless and confused, wishing for more of the connection we had shared.
Jimin: As I pulled back, I saw her face fall, confusion morphing into hurt. "Stay away from me," I blurted, my tone harsher than I intended. I wanted to explain that I was scared—scared of what she made me feel, scared of how much I needed her. But before she could ask what I meant, I turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, just as confused as I was.
What just happened? One moment, I was wrestling with my feelings of frustration and annoyance, and the next, I was wrapped in his arms. Why had he hugged me if he wanted me to stay away? It felt so contradictory.
I took a chair and opened the book, but my thoughts were on his hug.
After a few mins, Jungkook came over and greeted me with a casual,
Jungkook: "Hi!"
Yn: "Hi," I replied, forcing a smile even though my mind was still tangled in thoughts about Jimin.
After a few minutes, Jimin joined us, settling into the space between Jungkook and me. We began studying, but I couldn't shake the feeling of tension in the air.
Jimin was back to his usual self—Mr. Arrogant—completely ignoring me, his focus entirely on the textbook in front of him. He didn't even glance my way, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and confusion.
I kept sneaking glances at him, hoping to catch his eye, but he didn't glare or acknowledge me at all. It was as if I were invisible, a mere shadow in his world.
Jungkook, noticing my distracted state, turned to me
Jungkook: "Is everything okay?" he asked
"Yeah," I replied, though my voice lacked conviction.
He studied me for a moment, his brow furrowing in concern, but I quickly shifted my gaze back to my notes, trying to focus. It felt pointless, though. All I could think about was Jimin's cold demeanour and the warmth of our earlier hug. How could he switch from one extreme to the other so effortlessly?
As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room felt palpable. I could feel Jungkook's eyes darting between us, sensing the unspoken words hanging in the air.
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