Falling Tears

Chapter 21

Jungkook's POV

Jimin and I walked hand in hand the whole way to the Minji-girl's house and my heart hadn't stopped beating hard the whole time. It had been like this the whole day, starting when I had woken up at the feeling of him sinking his fingers to my hair and then his hands on my bare waist and back. Not the worst way to wake up, I might say. That little kiss on the cheek hadn't been a big deal, I had only wanted to thank him for being there for me. And when I had pushed Jimin against the wall, I had been afraid my heart would beat its way out of my chest. I had been so nervous to touch him, scaring that he would push me away or that I would do something wrong. But my only goal had been to make him believe that his body was perfect the way it was. I had succeeded but it had left Jimin thinking that I was actually capable of doing stuff: I wasn't, I really had no idea what I had been doing.

That's why when Jimin had climbed on me and put his hand under my shirt I had almost fainted. My voice had been steady and I didn't know how. I didn't have the faintest idea. Maybe my voice just had been so shocked that Jimin had done that. Jimin was much braver with these things and I knew that, I had known it but he had gone to the next level by kissing the spot on my neck. Not that I was complaining, I wasn't. Not at all. I was super happy he had done that, but I was still shaking a little from the inside.

I wasn't brave with these things but I wanted to be. I didn't know how long I could go on pretending I was. At the breakfast I had just wanted to see Sumin's reaction and what Jimin would do. And I had seen. It had only made me realize how I should be just as cool with everything as Jimin was.

We arrived to the house and I thanked Sumin in my head that I looked good. The house was huge and the music was so loud I could hear it even when we were just walking along the small road to the house. There were a lot of people, I could already see that and I wasn't that happy. I guessed there were good sides to that too: maybe I wouldn't run into Tae. Though, I kind of wanted to – Jimin's bruise wasn't that bad but nobody was allowed to hurt him. The bad side was that I knew nobody except Jimin and his friends and Sumin. If I lost them to the crowd I would die. I didn't like being with people I didn't know.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" I asked when we got to the door.

"The plan?" Sumin asked, with a phone on her hand. She was probably asking were her friends were.

"Surviving?" Jimin suggested. He opened the front door that wasn't locked – why would it have been? There were people walking through it all the time. The blasting music washed over us and Jimin was already looking like he'd be more willingly dead than here. I grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. I waved at Sumin, who disappeared to find her friends. Jimin looked after her like she was the only hope left but when his eyes found mine and I smiled, he smiled a little too.

Somewhere came a hand that put a cup in front of my face and I grabbed it. In the next second the cup had been taken away from me, and I glared at Jimin who was putting it on a side table. I raised my brows at him.

He had to yell to be heard through the music. "You're not drinking."

"Why?" I asked. I had never drunk and it had not been my plans for tonight either but I wanted to know why Jimin was so strict about this.

"Two reasons: it's not healthy aaaand I forgot to tell Sumin not to drink so if I need to carry her home, I'm going to need help."

"You don't trust her?"

"I trust her enough to believe she won't die to alcohol poisoning, but if her friends are drinking you never know what can happen." Jimin started to drag me across the room and I saw him flinching every time someone accidently touched him. He wasn't a people person either and I felt bad that I had dragged him here. We made through the hall to the living room, which wasn't that much calmer place, but at least it was a lot quieter and there were people we knew. Jimin's friends made us room so we fitted sitting on the couch, barely. We sat so close to each other our thighs were brushing and Jimin let go of my hand only to put it on my knee and began drawing little circles with his thumb.