a little braver

열하나

chapter eleven.
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jimin is in the clinic with taehyung sleeping next to him.

the small boy is excuse on all of his class, for the reason that he feels dizzy and also hurts himself at the library, but the truth is he's not hurt at all. he made that reason because he wants to watch taehyung until the younger boy is awake.

he wants to make sure that taehyung is okay.

jimin is currently laying on the bed. there's a small gap between the bed of taehyung and him, but still he can reach the younger boy if he wanted to. they are one stretched-arm apart.

he has been staring at the younger's peaceful face for a while, noticing the eye bags under the close eyes of the boy. he doesn't have that before, taehyung must not have an enough sleep these days. jimin thought.

jimin carefully reaches out his forefinger to trace it, not wanting to wake the younger boy. the long eyelashes of taehyung is tickling his finger. "aigoo, why are you not sleeping well?" he mumbles. he's not expecting any answer coming from the younger, but it would be nice if taehyung is going to answer him back.

his finger keeps going lower and lower until he's tracing the cheeks and nose of taehyung, still careful as ever because it would be weird if taehyung finds him touching the younger's face. his finger is now caressing the plush lips of the boy. he stays there for a while as he takes a good glance of taehyung. his heart is racing and he finds it hard to breathe.

"taetae, i f-feel weird and it's s-scaring me."

taehyung shifts his body to the side of jimin. the older quickly withdraws his finger in other's face, then closes his eyes. pretending to be asleep in case taehyung is awake.

shit!

jimin is calling all the saints, praying that taehyung doesn't find him doing that weird thing and doesn't hear what he said.

jimin actually doesn't know what he's doing. he's just a creep, touching his friend like that.

after a minute, the silence is deafening and looks like taehyung is still sleeping. jimin slowly opens his eyes and looks at the younger. he lets out a heavy sigh, releasing all the tension in his body.

from the movement of the younger boy, the ice pack fell on the pillow. jimin gets up and moves nearer to taehyung's bed. he is now standing next to the bed of the younger male as he pick up the ice pack and carefully position it to the younger's forehead.

taehyung has a minor bump on his head and few bruises on his body. jimin can't help but to feel sorry.

"mian." he softly says, gently tucking the boy underneath the soft blanket.

"i-if i only didn't step on that stupid rack, if i only didn't want to read that f-fucking demian book, if the librarian didn't put the book on the top of the shelf—wait, it's not her fault. it's really my fault."

"if only i am taller.. why am i so fucking short?!" he whines.

"i-it's just so unfair." jimin lets out a heavy sigh. ".. you're making me happy, but i always end up hurting you."