Meeting BTS at the hotel was very unexpected. I was filled with joy when I saw Jungkook and Taehyung. I really wanted to see Jin and Jimin ever since I seen those two. There were some things I needed to tell them while I'm here. I got my hotel key back from Taehyung so I'm spending the rest of the evening in my room.
I didn't have a plan for when I come back to my house. Since tomorrow was June, it might be best to get some rest for a week before I reopen my business. I didn't want to make it difficult for myself. I cuddled myself in my covers regardless how early it was to go to bed. I planned to skip dinner and just hope for the better tomorrow morning.
O~~~~~~~O
For some reason, I couldn't get myself to sleep. I was extremely restless ever since I met Jungkook and Taehyung. I really just wanted to meet the others. I seriously wished I had my phone. It was like part of my body. I checked the digital right on my night stand. It only read 7:03 PM. That was about a ten-minute nap I took. I slipped out of my bed and put on a white shirt and a blue skirt to get myself out of my room. I couldn't keep my existence a secret anymore. Sorry, Jungkook, Taehyung.
Taking my hotel key with me, I left my room. The hallway was dead silent. Not what I was expecting. If I remembered correctly, Jungkook said he was neighbors with Jimin. I looked ahead of Jungkook's door and saw the door right next to him. That could be Jimin's room. Now I'm having some doubts.
There was no going back, however.
I began walking till the point I passed Jungkook's room. I then stopped, reaching the to-be Jimin's room. This was so nerve-racking. The same feeling when I first met Jin. I wondered if he was sharing a room with someone?
I took a peek at the peephole as best I could. It was difficult to see, I knew for a fact, I was just getting nervous. I would be lying if I wasn't excited about this.
Here I go.
I gave the door a good solid knock, hoping he heard it. There wasn't a response for a while. I knocked again.
"Go away! I mean it!"
I was relieved to hear Jimin's voice to the door, but when he said those two words, I was just shocked. He wanted me to go? I felt like I was slapped in the face a thousand of times. It hurt. He sounded pissed. Why was he angry at me? Was it because of I didn't reply to Jimin when he sent me a picture? I felt so bad.
I was muted instantly. I couldn't blame him if he was angry at me. I tightly shut my eyes to prevent myself from crying.
"I'm. . . sorry. . . I hope you can forgive me." I croaked loud enough for him to hear through the door. What a disappointing trip I had on my way to his door. I'm started to regret this moment.
As I began to make my way to my room, I heard the door behind me slamming open. My heart leaped from my chest from the booming noise. I quickly turned back my way back to the door. Jimin was standing there with the most shocking expression I'd ever seen.
Jimin exclaimed, "Felicia?" He scanned me as if I was a ghost. Or maybe it was my outfit. He walked up to me and grabbed my arm before I had a chance to react. He pulled me to his room as he left the door making its auto lock.
"J-Jimin-" I looked up at him with a frown, still feeling hurt. Jimin faced me with such a serious look.
"I missed you so much. . ." He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me into a secure embrace. First, he wanted me to go away, now he- -I'm so confused!
"I'm so sorry! I thought you were Jungkook. So I assumed that was him at the door, but then I heard a girl's voice and regretted my actions instantly. I didn't think it was you. I felt so bad. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. . ."
Great, I might just cry right in front of him. If I were to speak, he would hear my throat squeaking, so I just shook my head in response and lowered my head to his chest. I was in such relieved that he didn't hate me. Jimin broke the hug and began to stare at my eyes that were already watery. I quickly wiped them myself and stepped back away from him.
"I. . . sorry. . . I-" Flashbacks appeared in my head when Mei stole Jimin's check. That day, I was devastated. Also when I received a text message from Jimin the night I was raped, I wasn't able to respond to his message because of my phone being taken away. Those horrid memories turned my tears into waterfalls. In the end, I ended up crying right in front of Jimin. My body was brought back into his hug once more with his hand petting my hair.
"I hate to see you cry. . ." He murmured. "It makes me sad."
It was awfully selfish of me just to cry without giving him my reasons, however, his hugs kept me from talking. Some time passed and I was able to explain to Jimin about everything. When I was with Jungkook; my necklace, Mei cheating on Jin, Arthur's abusiveness, my phone, why I was at a hotel and not in my house. I also added the money he gave me long ago. Which brought me to tears once more. I took glances from Jimin and he seemed to understand the situation when he just only nodded at me.
"I noticed how Mei treated you and I didn't like it one bit. I can't believe she cheated on Jin with your cousin." I watched him cracking his neck which got my heart racing. This was the first time I ever saw him so intimidating. Well, he always was, to begin with. "And Arthur. . . he's gonna pay for hurting you." He was staring into space with a glare on his face. His glare turned into a smile as he petted my hair once more. "Don't worry about the check, I can give you something two times as better."
Even when he said that I was still sad. I showed a small smile to let him know I understood him.
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After my worries and problems were out of the way, Jimin literally kept on clinging to me with a giant grin on his face. It was hard to move; half of me wasn't enjoying it because I'm at the risk of consecutive hiccuping. "Cutie, I missed you so much! I sent you a lot of pictures of me while we were in Japan. Once you get your phone back, you'll see them."
"Oh. . . R-really?" I averted my gaze when he peeked at me again from behind. It was nine o' clock. Two hours had passed, I really wanted to see Jin before I went to bed. At the same time, I didn't want to be rude to Jimin just for his sympathy.
"Are you hungry? Did you eat?" He asked, releasing me so he could head over to his fridge.
"Yes, I already-"
Jimin tossed an apple to me from his mini fridge. "Here you go."
"Thank you. . ." I decided to accept the apple.
"Oh! I got some souvenirs from Japan for you. I'll show you tomorrow."
"Ok. . ." I glanced up at his pink hair, it looked slightly different when I last saw it.
"You seem exhausted," Jimin read my face. I watched him sitting on his bed to sit across from me from where I was sitting. I bet I look like a disaster from all the tears I shed in the past minutes.
"Wanna sleep with me?" Jimin smiled with such an innocent look. I shot up after taking a bite of my apple.
"No."
"Aww. . . I thought you might be lonely by yourself." He pouted. "Oh! We should keep the other members from knowing that you're here."
He spoke too soon, which brought a grin to my face. "Jungkook and Taehyung already know I'm here. . ."
"What? I wasn't the first?" He sighed, flopping back into his bed. "Dammit."
". . ." I looked up at the clock. It was getting late. I shouldn't be staying here any longer. Not that I didn't want to. I got up from the arm chair with my half eaten apple. "I. . . should get going. I don't want to. . . take away your sleep."
"My sleep?" Jimin looked up at the clock as he got up from his bed. "Oh, time goes by so fast. I didn't even notice. Well, okay. What's your room number?"
"It's 42B." I answered, walking to the door. Jimin followed.
"Okay. Have a good night sleep, Cutie. See you in the morning." Jimin opened the door for me. I thanked him before leaving his room. I glanced back to see him making his angelic smile as he nodded at me. I couldn't help but smile back.
". . .Bye."
"Take care." He made a heart with his fingers and I did the same, only a little flustered to do so.
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Neighbors with Benefits // BTS
FanfictionAndrophobic since birth, Felicia was a rich, 22 year old girl whose dream on becoming a private chef became a task. She must earn at least $100,000 within the next ten months or she'll never become a chef. Little did she know she moved into a neighb...