Love and Lies -- P.JM

44 - Makeup

Before I could process anything, Jimin stormed out to what I can only assume is his arsenal. I looked up at the guys, who looked at me awkwardly and then looked away. Understanding the weirdness, I decided to head to Jimin's arsenal.

"Knock knock—" my words get caught in my throat as I see him aggressively toss his shirt off and across the room as he goes through his suits. I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. Any sane person would've turned back. Guess I don't have a brain...

"Luna. Go. Before I do something stupid and you get hurt." he breathes out coldly, although it isn't the tone that hurts.

"So I'm Luna now?" I whisper, walking over to him

"Moon that's not what I- you can't- UGH." he hangs his head down and I take the chance to take his hand into mine.

"Talk to me bobo...don't just shut me out. If you did it to the guys, I'd understand. But please don't shut me out, not after everything." I whisper, looking at his face pleadingly, hoping he'll look up at me.

"Please jimin" I whisper, squeezing his hand.

"I hate you," he mumbles before pulling me tight against him, his arms snaking around me and holding me in place"I'm sorry moon, I just...I don't wanna lose you like everyone else, you know?"

He buries his face into my neck, hugging me tighter and my heart can't help but break a little. I get it, I do. It's not his fault he's worried... it's partially mine and mostly the Scorpions.

We stay like that for a few minutes. My arms around his neck, cradling his head. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against him as he kept his head buried in my neck. I just breathe him in, the slight vanilla-y musky scent of his, his jet black hair weaved through my fingers.

"Jimin?"

"Yea, moon?"

"You know I'm not going anywhere right?"

"I know." he sighs, squeezing me a little tighter.

"Chim, I love this and all...but can you put on your damn shirt?"

He just giggles and sighs "What, can't handle this?"

I whine softly, smacking the back of his head gently"You ass! That's not what I meant!"

"Sureeeee you didn't..." he chuckles before sighing and kissing my forehead. "How are you holding up?"

"Fine..." I mutter softly. He just huffs silently, as if he knows I'm lying but doesn't question it.

"I'm gonna... shirt. You know." he pulls away, not before kissing my hair, and then looks around for a shirt to put on.

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By the time he found a shirt he liked, I was sprawled out on his bed, my legs hanging off the edge. Right when I was about to flutter my eyes shut, he sat down next to me and poked my belly, causing me to instantly sit up as I swat his hands away.

"Sleepy, moon?" he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear and I sigh.

"A little. It's been a long night. Are you gonna go find him? Tae?"

"I will."

I just nod slowly, wanting to go with him but knowing I can't. He wouldn't let me any-

"Wanna come? I know you do. Stop acting like a hurt puppy" he sighs and pulls me to my feet, "unless you wanna stay and nap, that's fine too."

"You...you're letting me come?" I look up at him, curiously.

"Promise me that you'll stay with me. I will glue you to me by the hip if I have to. And if I tell you to run, you run. No questions asked. Got it?"

I nod get up and look at my outfit. "Is this ok or..."

"Jeans like that, aka stiff and pretty, are a horrible idea, a sweater is worse. Go change into some leggings and some good tops. A teeshirt or a tank would be good. If you want a jacket, get one." he says, cocking his gun and tucking it into the back of his black ripped jeans. Huh, hypocrite.

I head back to my room, change into a maroon tank top, some black yoga pants and grab a leather jacket off the rack, and head to Jimin's room.

He looks up at me through his lashes then looks back down as he cleans off a dagger's blade and I could swear I saw him smirking.