"Youngyi.." Min-woo called while knocking on the door. "Yeah?" I said. He opened the door and asked, "Can I sleep beside you?" I nodded, patting the spot next to me.
"Where is Jimin?" He asked. "He isn't home yet," I answered. I checked the clock, it's already 10:43. Where is he? Well, it's none of my business.
"Can we watch a movie?" He asked. "What? You need to sleep. Your mom texted me awhile ago and told me that your bed time is at 7:30 which is the rule we're breaking right now." I chuckled. "Please?" He pleaded. I gave up and turned the TV on.
We were watching cartoons until I heard the door open. "What are you two watching?" Jimin asked, sitting beside me.
"Cartoons." I answered. I glanced at Min-woo and saw him sleeping already. Jimin sighed and carried Min-woo. "Where are you taking him?" I asked him. "To his room," He replied.
"He's sleeping beside me," I said. He nodded and gave Min-woo to me. He turned off the TV and walked to the bathroom. Where was he that he had to go home at 12:30 anyway?
"I was only at a dance practice if you're curious.." He mumbled, poking his head out of the bathroom door. "I don't care," I said and lied down. "You're great at lying." He said, closing the door.
×♪× A Week Later
They were outside, but I could hear them shouting at eachother. "What happened to her?!" My father shouted. "She's.. having a hard time breathing again.." Youngjae said.
"Why didn't you immediately bring her to the hospital? Christ, Youngjae." I could hear him panicking.
I closed my eyes and pretended to hear nothing. I'm causing all of this? I heard the door open so I opened my eyes and saw Jimin. He covered my ears. 'It's alright.' He mouthed.
My heart is getting weaker and weaker. Why do I have to have this hole in my heart anyway? Because of this, I can't dance and sing too much or else it will just weaken my heart.
I held onto Jimin's hands and shut my eyes. We were in this position for atleast 5 minutes. I saw Jimin holding my hand while sleeping.
I smiled. I hate this, I hate what he's doing right now. He's making me fall for him again, and I don't want that. Not right now, not this time. I slowly took my hand away and tried going back to sleep again.
"I'm scared," I held onto Jimin's hand tighter. "I'm here, don't worry." He whispered. We walked cautiously because we were trying to look for my father. We heard a creak sound and I immediately hugged Jimin.
"It was nothing, you scaredy-cat," He chuckled. "You're 15 and yet you're still scared of the dark." He added. "I'm turning 16 in a few months. And, it doesn't mean that i'll be more mature." I pouted.
He kissed the top of my head and smiled. "I'll protect you. I promise." He uttered, interlocking our hands.
