Inlove With The Fashionable Badboy | Park Jimin

Chapter 4: History repeats itself

Groaning as my alarm clock screeched like there was no tomorrow, making my head pound and I covered up my ears in desperation of not wanting to hear anymore of the wrath of my alarm clock brings me everday.

I outsretched my hand out of the warmth my duvet held. I felt the cold air engulf my forearm as I shivered and immediately retreat it back inside the precious warmth I always had treasure during these type of mornings. I stayed in bed still, ignoring the constant protests my clock screeched to get out of bed. It'll stop after some time, I guess.

It did stopped after awhile, and after that all I heard was my breathing and nothing else. [F/N] didn't stay that long, after her encounter with Jimin, she told me she was disappointed at me for having a relationship like that, in which I just shrugged at. I never did understood her. It was probably because she had a stable relationship, and while I had no one.

It has been what, A week? Two? Or maybe three since Jimin had left my room, and quite possibly my life. Thinking about him made my blood run cold, and worry flood through me. It was all because of [F/N], we weren't fuckbuddies, we were.. something? Even Im confused, we never really talked about all that stuff, but I did like Jimin, he's nice. But being around him, it didn't feel right, he always screamed danger, but because of his cute eye smile, maybe danger was never really there, right? All I can think about now was how I wished for him to kidnap me all over again.

I sighed, clutching the soft pillow closer to me. I had no motivation to get out of bed now, or any time soon. My laziness took over me. My side immediately had hurt from me lying there for so long, Tossing over to the other side of the bed, a frown was placed upon my lips. I felt the stinging feeling of coldness seep through my skin, the contrast of my body warmth and the cold side of the bed was not a very good feeling. But soon warmth took over, and I felt the sides of my mouth twitching, despit the empty feeling I had inside.

Snuggling under the comfortable state I was in, ready to fall asleep again, and I let it engulf me happily.

I was on the verge of sleeping, but a violent shake to the shoulder woke me up and my eyes shoot open, alarmed. I slapped the hand that woke me, squinting at the person. I rubbed my eyes, sitting up slowly and looking back up at them. My eyes went wide at the sight of the person who woke me up, Jimin.

"W-Wait what are you-", He cuts me off with a gentle smile on his face. "Look, Im sorry." He sat next to me, placing a hand on my duvet. His eyes lingering on mine for a few seconds before looking down with a sigh.

I released a sigh of my own, running my hand through my tangled hair. I placed them onto my right shoulder so I looked atleast a bit presentable infront of him.

"Its-its fine. It was my- No, its [F/N] fault." I heard Jimin chuckle, making me smile.

"Why're you here?" I ask Jimin, my head tilting to the right. Jimin sat closer to me, sitting with his legs folded criss crossed. He held my hand, moving it closer to his face.

He looked up, "To apologise," I nodded my head, mouth slightly agape, feeling dumb. It was obvious. "Why are you here?" My eyebrows furrowed, "Its my house" I said, in which Jimin rolled his eyes at.

"No like, why are you not in school?" I sighed, lying back down with the duvet up to my chin. "I don't feel like going to school."

"That's not good. You need to study." Now its my turn to roll my eyes at him. "Its my last year of school, I need to rest my soul!" I whined, scrunching up my face to show my clear exhaustion.

"Unlike you, you already work" I huffed, turning away from him. "if you do work?" I ask, forgetting the pain in my arm earlier from sleeping on it for so long.