The Last Boy Scout

12

(One week later)

I sat on a cold, grey bench beside Jimin. We were at the Gimpo International Airport, waiting for Hoseok. Jimin kept fiddling with my earbuds. I didn't care, there was too much on my mind.

Taehyung-ssi was still on his way, probably getting all freshened up. I wondered how his "girlfriend" was doing. Then I looked beside me. Jimin's hands were starting to shake.

I realized how much pressure was put onto his toned body. Seeing all his hyungs come and go must be hard for him. He knows he has to go next, and he doesn't want V-ssi or I to feel the way he feels now.

I patted him on the back. Jimin's posture looked crippled. His back was arched over and even though he wore a black mask, he looked like he was going to throw up.

I pulled my mask up and brought my cap closer to my face. Jimin slowly pulled the strings on his hoodie to cover up his own. He kept on pulling the strings until you could only see his eyes. His face was turning red.

"Hyung!" I tried to stop him him. It looked like he was going to choke himself. "Don't do that," I scolded. I felt like Jin.

He wouldn't stop pulling the strings. His eyes were squeezed shut and I thought he was really choking.

All of a sudden, there was a loud snapping sound.

His hoodie strings broke.

Jimin was gasping for air. He pulled his hood away from his face, revealing his grayish blue hair. His breathing became heavy.

"What the hell were you thinking? Are you nuts?" I hissed at him.

Jimin didn't respond. He was shaking and continued twisting my earbuds around his small fingertips.

I had the urge to sleep all of a sudden. I wanted to lay on Jimin's lap and rest for awhile, but Hoseokkie could arrive any minute now.

Jimin was way ahead of me. He leaned against my shoulder and pulled his legs up to his chest. He looked like a small panda with his white sweater and black leather pants.

I fell asleep for what felt like an hour, and woke up to someone shaking me awake.

I made a weird sound. I was laying down on my side and my legs were in an awkward position. Jimin was shaking me.

"Jungkookie-ah, V-ssi's here, look."

I sat up and fixed my hair. Jimin was on the ground beside me. He was gesturing to someone behind me with his small fingers.

I look around and see Taehyung with the same girl from the other night, walking beside him.

He came over to us. He had his happy-sad face on, the one where he was in a good mood but knew he was supposed to be sad.

He wore his expensive sunglasses and mask again, and so did his girlfriend.

He began talking to Jimin and me, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was focused on his girlfriend. It was probably awkward for her because she was never introduced to us before, and Hoseokkie was leaving.