Elements - A BTS fanfic

Chapter 13 - Christian And Jiminie

The storm finally laid down on Sunday morning. 

To me at came as a huge relief, I didn't know how quick I could leave this mansion. These three full days had been far too long. 

I was literally seeing, feeling, breathing BTS.

I did get to know them a lot better during my forced stay with them, though. 

Of course, I already was well acquainted with Jungkook. After our talk in the library, he had returned to the teasing boy I knew. Deep inside this had made me happy, but of course I wasn't planning on showing it. Instead, I continued telling him off each time he'd call me noona and giving him the cold shoulder when he'd sent another cheesy punch line my way.

I now also understood with what Krystal had meant with Taehyung being an airhead. Surely, he was sweet and humble, but sometimes he would say things that would make no sense whatsoever. I was sure that I would need a special dictionary to understand the sentences he mumbled every now and then, often concerning the rabbits living on the moon and gnomes that come into our rooms while we sleep to give us dreams by spreading magical sand on our eyes. 

I quote. 

Despite this, he and his infamous boxy smile had grown onto me. Besides Jungkook I felt most comfortable with him, which was probably due to fact he seemed to judge me and care about everything the least. I felt like he simply accepted me for the quiet and closed off avatar I was and didn't push me for being that way.

I still wasn't quite sure how I felt about Jimin. 

I couldn't be around him without blushing, feeling weak in the knees each time he'd be near. I had also noticed there were two sides to him. I had even gone through the effort to give his two personalities two different names; Jiminie and Christian. 

Jiminie was a shy boy, quite nervous and easily embarrassed. He would often blush in uncomfortable situations, or burst out into the most blinding smile I had ever seen in my life. His smiles would morph his face into that of a cute angel, wanting me to do nothing more than squash his pink cheeks between my hands. His eyes would always squint into crescent shaped moons, his teeth bright and white. If I was lucky, he'd even let out a small giggle. I was pretty sure it was the most beautiful and satisfying sound I had ever heard. 

Even though Jiminie was quite awkward and easily embarrassed, it didn't suppress the fluttering in my stomach. If any, when Jiminie appeared I felt even more captivated by him.

However, his second personality, Christian, intrigued me even more than the cute Jiminie. 

Christian was the complete opposite. He was confident, well-spoken, and incredibly sexy. He would make me blush, and sent heated rushes straight to my core. It totally threw me off, and once he appeared, I didn't know how quick I had to get away. It didn't really help that Christian was incredibly flirtatious and touchy-feely. I had no clue of how to keep my act together when he decided to grab me from behind yesterday when I was roaming through the fridge, looking for something to tame my grumbling stomach. He had chuckled when eyeing my flushed state before pulling me away from the fridge to reach out for the milk himself. Instead of scolding him off for being so rude and taking the last bit of milk left, I quickly rushed off with the hope of saving my dignity. 

The dry cereal was definitely worth it.

What made it even harder to get used to my foreign feelings, was the fact he'd always try to make contact with me in some way. He'd always look for me, asking if I was okay, if I needed anything, the list goes on. All in all, he was incredibly caring and considerate towards me. It almost made me suspect he'd be into me, but then I realised he probably still felt he owed me some for saving his life. Frankly, I didn't mind though. He might make me feel uneasy, I still valued his company and rather wanted him to stay instead of leaving me to myself.