ACATALEPSY I BTS AU

CHAPTER 38

Jimin had no clue about the whirlwind of emotions swirling around him. With his head resting on the table and a grin bright enough to light up even the darkest corners, he stared at the ceiling, lost in his own world.

Curiosity flickered in Namjoon as he turned to Jimin. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Jimin ran a hand through his tousled hair, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Just thinking about the most perfect person in this world."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? Who's this perfect person?"

Suddenly, Jimin lifted his head, his gaze locking onto Namjoon's with a mix of seriousness and childlike mischief. "I won't tell you. I can't let you steal her from me."

Namjoon blinked, bewildered. *This kid changes moods faster than I can process.* "What are you talking about? I'm not that kind of person. Seriously, don't worry."

Jimin shook his head vigorously, laughter bubbling up in his throat. "I don't trust you...no, no, no! You look like a model, Namjoon! If she falls for you, I swear I'll go crazy. I SAW HER FIRST!" His words tumbled out, drunkenly earnest, making Namjoon laugh heartily. Nobody had ever called him a model before, and Jimin's childlike antics were oddly refreshing.

With a playful smirk, Jimin stood up, swaying slightly. "I'm heading home. Got a date with my princess in a few hours."

Namjoon grinned, a sense of mischief igniting within him. *Maybe this is my chance to unravel the mystery of this girl...* But as the laughter faded, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something deeper lurked beneath the surface. The earlier sight of Suzy with Jin hung heavy in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt mixed with the alcohol coursing through his veins.

He glanced at Jimin, whose playful demeanor masked a vulnerability Namjoon couldn't ignore. *What's should I really do?* 

**A few hours earlier...**

It was getting late, and Yoongi, being the kind man he was, offered to walk you home. You quickly shut that down, "I can handle it. I'm a strong woman."

With a warm smile, Yoongi replied, "At least let me walk you to the bus stop?"

You sighed but couldn't help smiling back. "Alright, fine."

As you both walked in silence, you couldn't shake off how strange it felt to share so much with him. Normally, you kept everything bottled up—especially about your family and finances. But with him, it felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders, a strange sense of freedom and peace creeping in. *Maybe some people don't need years to understand that they're good.*

After a while, you finally arrived at the bus stop. You glanced at the board—"7 minutes."

Finding the only available space next to a lamp post, you stood there, Yoongi beside you, watching the hustle of the crowd. Just then, a family passed by, a little girl in front, clutching a pink bag with a stuffed doll dangling from it.

Suddenly, the doll slipped from her grasp, hitting the ground. The girl was blissfully unaware, moving on without it. But you couldn't just let it go. You bent down, picked up the doll, brushed it off, and touched the girl's shoulder gently.

Finally noticing you, she turned around, eyes wide. "You dropped this!"

Her face lit up as she took the doll from you and ran back to her parents, who turned around, clearly relieved to see her.