cold feet [1]

six

Jungkook's point of view

"You've been crying." Was the greeting I was met with when I walked through the door. Hastily, I wiped at my eyes, feeling the warm liquid on my fingertips.

"I'm fine," I muttered, hanging my jacket up on a hook before walking to the kitchen.

"He turn you down?" I ignored Jimin's questions, getting out a bottle of beer that had been sitting in the fridge. "Hey! Don't get drunk! We're going out tonight." I scowled at him, sipping from the bottle.

"I'm not getting drunk." He eyed me suspiciously before walking himself to the couch, lying down on it and taking up its whole surface. "Jimin." Jimin snapped his head up, confused as to why my voice had dropped to something moee gentle and respectful. "How do you know V so well?" His eyes turned cold at the mention of the homeless blonde. He turned his gaze away from me and proceeded to take an interest in his feet. "I don't need to know much, just, how you know him." But still, Jimin stayed rigid.

"It doesn't matter how I met him Jungkook. All that matters is that he's a no good troublemaker who you should avoid." He spoke finally, voice in a sharp and threatening sneer.

"I'm not a two year old! I can look after myself. You tell me that all the time. So why are you so set on getting me away from him?"

"Because..." He began, throwing a pillow at the wall in frustration. "I care about you. I don't want you getting hurt..." He mumbled the final words, but I still heard.

"Jimin... I know you care about me, but not giving me a reason for this kind of thing is making it harder." The older stood up from his position, ignoring me and walking to his room.

"Get changed. We'll be leaving in an hour." I nodded without arguing, not wanting to frustrate him anymore.

--

"Happy birthday Yoongi!" I called happily, giving my friend a warm hug. He seemed taken aback by the greeting but all the while returned the gesture.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you in months." I shrugged, sitting down beside him and opening up the menu as we continued the conversation.

"Work is work. With Christmas and new year, it's been really busy in the station. So I've had no time to get a day or two off."

"And when he does, he decides to use it flirting with guys." My cheeks turned red as Jimin announced it to the whole table. People beside us probably heard as well. I hid behind the menu, not even glancing at it as I tried to hide my embarrassment.

"Who is it?" Hoseok asked from across the table, pulling the top of the menu and yanking it away, revealing my gradually reddening face to everyone.

"It's no one," I replied bluntly, looking down at the table cloth.

"Is he cute?" My ears were now a candy pink as I desperately tried to shrink under the table.

"He's revolting." Was Jimin's cold reply, staring down at his menu as he spoke. The whole table went silent. I felt a tingling feeling on my neck, turning, I saw V, staring directly at me. Jimin noticed me distracted, looking up to see why. "And he's here..." He said slowly. Standing up and strutting out of the room before I had a chance to move.

"Hey! Jimin! Come back!" I yelled after him, getting up and pushing passed people. Something told me if I didn't go there would be trouble, so I walked swiftly to catch up with him.

Taehyung's point of view

Told you it was a bad idea coming here.
I didn't realise he would be here!
Well, you're screwed now.

Jimin emerged from the building, his expression so foul it was unhealthy.

"I've had enough of you!" He spat, stepping forward until we were almost nose to nose. "What are you doing here? Why are you doing this to Jungkook?"

Jungkook?
Think about it.
Ohh, that's Kook's name?
Yes idiot.

"Look I'm sorry, I don't get to choose who tortures me for a year. If I did, I certainly wouldn't have chosen you or him!" Jimin grabbed my hair suddenly, not giving me time to react before he pressed his thumb to my cheek. It burned, like someone sticking a hot needle into my skin. "Stop it!" I screamed, tears welling up in my eyes as he continued.

"Jimin." Came a soft voice, causing him to stop. The spot he had touched continued to burn long after he pulled away. I clutched my eye, looking through the other to see Jungkook standing by the door, a look of horror on his face. "Why were you hurting V?" Jimin glared at me.

"You are such a coward. You can't even tell him your real name." I looked down at the floor. "His name is Taehyung." Jimin spat. "And I was just returning the favour." Then he was gone, entering the restaurant again as if nothing had happened.

"V," Jungkook whispered, ignoring the fact that he now knew my name. "Are you alright?" I nodded, pulling my hand away to reveal a bright red puffy cheek.

"Let's just say not everyone I meet enjoys my company." I whispered, ripping a piece of my shirt and dipping it in a puddle on the ground then raising it to my eye, muttering irritably to myself whilst doing so. Jungkook watched, unsure of how to help.

"Come with me. I'll get you something to treat that. That isn't your shirt, I mean." I went to refuse, saying I'd be fine. But he didn't look like he was taking no for an answer. He grabbed my shirts sleeve, dragging me down the street, weaving through the sea of people.

--

We stopped outside a large house and immediately I knew the owner just by the car sitting in the drive way.

"Are you rich or something?" Jungkook smiled sheepishly, unlocking the door and pulling me inside by the shirt. Then he let go, shutting the door and watching me as I explored curiously.

"I trust you won't steal anything," I nodded, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.

"I don't normally steal..." I murmured. "It's just what I do when I can't get what I need." Jungkook nodded, walking into the kitchen and finding a first aid kit and cloth.

"How do you know Jimin?" Jungkook asked as I stared at a funny looking object on the table. It was rectangular with a bunch of glowing bumps on it. I picked it up, pressing the red one. Though I almost instantly dropped the contraption when a loud explosion of noise came from the larger black screen sitting on the table. Jungkook looked over, raising an eyebrow as he saw me frozen, staring at the screen. "Have you never seen a TV before?" He asked curiously, coming over and turning the volume down. I shook my head slightly, lowering myself onto the couch and beginning to watch the funny characters move on the TV. "How long have you lived on the streets?" He continued to ask.

Just say your whole life, it's true technically.

"My whole life..." Sadness filled the younger's eyes, a glaze of shine over the iris. Sitting down beside me, he held up a dark blue piece of fabric.

"Press this to your eye. It may sting a bit, but it will help." I nodded, taking the cloth and placing it on the wound. Like he said, it stung like crazy, and caused my eyes to water. Gazing over me for a second, seeming to study my appearance, then he stood up and exited the room without a word.

After about ten minutes of me sitting with the cloth to my eye and Jungkook's absence, he returned. "Follow me," I obeyed, standing up and following him into a large tiled room. A filled bath sat in the corner. "If you'd like to have a bath. Everything you need is there. And I've left some clothes for you over there. I'll be waiting outside when you finish." Then he left, leaving me to stare at the beautifully decorated room, then down at the steaming water. Oh how long it had been since I had felt warm water.

He offered it to you. May as well take it.
Since when did you agree?
You smell like a sewer.
True. "Here goes nothing."