Falling Tears

Chapter 16

Jungkook's POV

The whole day had been chaos and I was glad it was coming to an end. Jimin and I had spent too long outside without out jackets – I at least had had my hoodie while Jimin had only been in his t-shirt – and we would've probably got frostbitten if Sumin hadn't had warm drinks and blankets ready for us. She didn't ask any questions and left me and Jimin alone on the couch under blankets and with out steaming cups.

We talked with quiet voices about nothing. I could see how tense Jimin still was. I was so proud of him, that he had found courage to tell me something, but I hoped he would relax now. I wasn't going to tell anyone or talk about it since it was obvious Jimin didn't want to do that. At some point Jimin got up to get another blanket for himself. He was still shaking from the cold. I had wanted to pull him right next to me and wrap my arms around him but we only hugged when either one needed comfort. He just looked so small, wrapped now in two blankets, just his head and toes peaking from the ends. As he walked back to the couch, he glanced at the mirror on the wall and groaned.

"Ugh, my face is so puffy." He loosened the blankets around him enough to get his both hands from under it and patted his cheeks. He sat down to the other end of the couch, hands still on his cheeks. "I look terrible."

I wanted to say there was no way in this universe to Park Jimin look terrible but I couldn't. "You don't."

"I do." He was clearly trying to hide his face from me with his hands as he blushed. "You're staring."

"Not because you'd look bad."

He rolled his eyes and finally looked at me. "You're lying. My face has red spots and my eyes are swollen. How does that not look bad?"

You tell me. I just knew Jimin wasn't looking bad at all, there was no way that could ever happen, and I wondered why he couldn't see that. Jimin looked a little cold, though. His lips were a little blue and I could only think of ways to warm them up using mine.

That was not where my mind was supposed to be. I was a little shocked about my thoughts. Yes, Jimin was hot. Yes, Jimin was adorable and funny. Yes, Jimin was a wonderful person. But I did not want to kiss him.

"You just don't", I said, looking away. "I need to pee." I got up and went upstairs to the bathroom. When I was done, I opened the door and bumped into Sumin. She smiled as she saw me but grabbed my hand and pulled me to her room. I frowned at her sad expression. "Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "Is he okay?" She sat on her bed and I followed her, taking the spot next to her. She didn't let go of my hand and I drew circles on her hand with my thumb.

"He's okay, now." I didn't know what else to say. Jimin wasn't okay, and it seemed like he hadn't been in very long time. I had found out that he didn't know where his mother was and the way he acted I could tell he wasn't surprised. I knew Jimin's father wasn't... around, and I started to wonder what kind of childhood Jimin had had. Had he been happy? Had her mother been there for him then? I was too scared to ask, I didn't want to make Jimin uncomfortable.

"Okay." Sumin dropped her gaze to her lap. She sniffed and I realized she was holding back tears.

I let go of her hand and wrapped my arms around her. "What's wrong?" And what was wrong with today, everyone was crying...

"I don't know what I did. He seemed okay before I opened my mouth and then he was running from the door, you following him in seconds."

Oh. I hadn't thought of explaining anything to Sumin since I had been too busy focusing on Jimin. I soothed her hair. "He's fine, don't worry."