He's Different | p.jm

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Weeks had passed ever since that one windy afternoon, that tragic incident still on repeat as I sat on the couch pondering.

*

We had called the cops that day, revealing my late appa that was in the back of the trunk. Fortunately the cops did a compilation of tests on us and at the end of the night, we were freed.

We all agreed to made known to the officers that Eunhee may be the culprit behind this murderer, leaving me to stay over at bangtan's house until Eunhee is considered guilty of murder.

Everything was more brighter as we went on about our daily life, and the best part Jimin was freed.

He had minor surgeries performed, but was in well condition that he was discharged after a couple of weeks.

*

I smiled to myself, snapping back into reality as I stared up at the boys playing beer pong to celebrate Suga's freedom.

I looked over at Jungkook that sat across from me, underage to play he listened to his earbuds, blasting music.

I sighed deeply, we hadn't talked as much ever since the unexpected kiss.

He's been constantly avoiding me and only smiling at me other than that it was nothing.

I glanced over at his tired face, his eyes shut, nodding his head to the beat of whatever song he listened to.

Hesitating, I called his name,

"Jungkook!"

His eyes lazily opened, eyes that were once soft, widened as he removed his earbuds peering up at me.

"Hey Jungkoo-"

He gave me a warm smile, before shockingly standing up from the couch.

"Here, have some more space I'll chill over there."

Jungkook replied.

I watched his back fade as he lumbered to the sofa in the corner, plugging back in his earbuds.

My eyes softening, he was keeping space from me.

My thoughts were interrupted as I glanced back up at the childish boys who cheered happily.

"Drink up Jimin!"

Namjoon cheered.

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, the beer cup close to his lips, about to take a sip he glanced at me, frozen eyes locked.

"Hurry up and chug!"

Suga complained.

I chuckled lightly waiting for Jimin to drink his cup but he didn't.

He placed the cup down,

"I can't play, I have to remain undrunk."

Jimin chimed.

The boys booed, as Jimin just bowed before ushering to the spot next to me.

He laid back, grinning up at me,

"What?"

Jimin questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.