My Brother is an Idol

Chapter 13

Clares POV:-

There was a phone ringing on the kitchen counter and it was really bothering me.

"Who's phone is in the kitchen?"I said annoyed. 

"Ah, it's mine. Can you bring it to me?" Jungkook said with his hand up waiting for it. 

"You could have said please" I mumbled to myself. "Here"

"Hello?..." Jungkook left the living room to go talk outside of the dorm. 

I took my seat back in the kitchen and continued to scroll down my phone.

"Hey Clare, I-!" Taehyung said as he casually walked over to me.

"Oh my God! I forgot -" I made something up. I stood up not wanting to talk to him, leaving him standing there with an incomplete thought.

I felt guilty but I needed to move my feelings aside.

I walk over to Jimin who was sitting on a beanbag chair, sketching in his notepad. He was so focused that he didn't even notice me standing there until I squatted by him. Once I got a closer look, he was drawing something with wings. Though he had just started, I could tell that it was going to be beautiful.

"Ah, hello Clare." He paused, "Are you... okay?" He asked when he noticed I didn't greet him like how I usually do. 

I nod my head so we could move on to something else, but he doesn't like my answer.

"Do you want to go somewhere else and talk? How about we go out for ice cream? Your leg is a lot better." He said already getting up from his seat giving me a hand to help me up from the floor.

Since he was insisting, I couldn't say no, so we left. I stole a glance of Taehyung who was just sitting there watching Jimin and I leave. I decided not to let it get to me so I distracted myself with Jimin's company.

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"Clare, say Aah" I heard Jimin, so I had turned my head and he fed me some of his ice cream.

"Mmm, what flavor is this?" I asked him because I couldn't tell if he had mixed different ice creams or Korea has wonderful flavors that we didn't have in America. "Vanilla?"

"No, latte."

I turned my head to eat my chocolate flavored ice cream, but Jimin did It before I could.

"Hey, don't steal my ice cream. If you try again, I'll beat you up." I moved my hands in punching motion, and slightly punched Jimin's shoulder. He went back a few steps.

"Why did you punch me?" Jimin asked, confused.

"I didn't punch you that hard." I said with a blank expression. He looked at me for a second, and in a moment he was two inches in front of me. My heart started to beat faster. I took few steps back, but he followed them. He gave me a smirk, probably because my face was red by now.

Suddenly he grabbed my ice cream and started running away. I was confused of what just happened. I started running looking for him, but I couldn't find him. Eventually I gave up, and decided to go back. I turned around and I bumped into someone. It was Jimin, holding ice cream in both hands.

"Where have you been and why did you do that?" I asked him loudly, getting few looks from people around. Thankfully, there weren't many of them.

Jimin chuckled before answering:

"Hiding from you." He smiled innocently.

"That's why I couldn't find you." I stated.

"Yeah, it was funny watching you get all annoyed because you couldn't find me." Jimin said taking a bite of his ice cream.