I couldn't sleep. At all. The thought of what happened two hours ago, plus the fact that he was right downstairs didn't help either. What just happened? I couldn't get it out of my mind and the fact that I actually enjoyed it was even worse. I got out of bed and unlocked my door slowly. The last thing I wanted to do was wake him up. I opened the door very slowly and peeked outside. It was silent and dark with just the sound of the clock ticking as the time passed. I stepped out and walked down the stairs as I held onto the railing in case I end up falling. When I made it down, I looked over the living room and saw him sleeping peacefully. I tiptoed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, but since I had to pull extra hard, the bottles on the doors clinked together. I froze and stood there. I looked back at the living room and saw him still sleeping, but in a new position. I quickly grabbed a water bottle and opened it, but I accidentally squished it making water spill over. Well crap. I quickly grabbed napkins and bent down to clean it up, but before I did, a voice was heard from above me.
"Here I'll do it," Jimin said as he grabbed the napkin and cleaned it himself. He had a shirt on this time and black basketball shorts. I stood back up and watched as he finished cleaning.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I looked down at my feet.
He also stood up and threw the napkin away before looking back at me and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Look..about what happened.." He began.
"It was nothing," I blurted. He looked back up to my eyes and stood there almost stunned.
"W-what?" He said stuttering. Another rejection.
"It was nothing. It was a mistake. I'm sorry, but that won't happen again. I don't know what came over me there, but I promise you that wasn't like me," I answered. I didn't want it to be anything else. I started to walk away from him, until he grabbed my hand.
"Are you really going to say it was nothing?" He asked hopeful. He looked distressed and frustrated. Hurt.
I sighed. "Yes," I said.
"Did you really not feel anything?" He asked, this time visibly losing hope.
"Yes, Jimin," I said as I pulled his hand off mine. I didn't want to argue at this moment.
His face became pained and almost on the verge of tears. He calmed himself down before finally replying.
"Fine, Y/N. I won't bother you anymore if that's what you want." He went back and grabbed his things before going out the door. Anyone could tell he finally broke down.
I breathed out after holding my breath I didn't know I was holding. It hurt me more than it should of. I grabbed my water bottle and walked up the stair before slumping into my bed. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 3:07 p.m. I closed my eyes and finally went to sleep trying not to think about tonight's events.
***
Weeks had passed without Jimin being persistent towards me. He wouldn't look at me whatsoever and pretended as if I never existed. It was kind of surprising to see him like this. These past two years spent almost everyday with him and it felt empty without him. He looked like a new person. Girls practically kneeling down before him and just him having a blast with his friends. As for me, Taehyung and I began talking more often and it made me happy that I had my crush finally noticing me. Even with things going good, I still couldn't help but feel hurt, empty, guilty. Every time I see Jimin walk past, I always have an urge to talk to him, but how could I after what had happened five weeks ago?
Yet another day came and lunch time approached. I sat in my usual spot and Minah joined and sat in front of me smiling happily. Taehyung didn't seem to appear anywhere today so I stopped trying to look for him and focused on my food.
