•TRUST•

10.

JIMIN'S POV
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7:21am

I stared down at the beautiful girl in my arms.

How to make you mine..

Looking down at her and thinking, she's all I ever wanted.

Everything about her just does things to me. The way her smile forms slowly. The way she softly giggles. The way her eyes shine. The way she leans her head back when she laughs. The way she smacks the desk when she finds something funny. The way she holds her hands to her mouth when she eats. The way she sits with her legs crossed underneath her. The way she freaks out when her name gets called. The way she lowers her head to whisper. The way she raises her right eyebrow up when she finds something dirty. The way she clicks her tongue when she finally figures something out. The way she stands with her arms crossed across her chest. The way she holds onto my arm so tightly. The way she smiles up at me. The way she runs her hands through my hair. The way she holds me into her tight embrace.

Makes my heart skip a few beats.

And now she has me saying weird ass shit.

But she wants Yoongi's faggot ass, not mine.

Yoongi.

You won't take her away from me, ever. I'll make sure of that.

One of these days, I'll take you into the trunk of my car and drive off far away. I'll drag you out and cuff your arms around a pretty tree. And I'll say to you, "Well, well, bunny bunny. I told you to stay away, bunny bunny. Away from us, bunny bunny. Away from what's mine, bunny bunny. But you didn't listen, bunny bunny. So now, I have to take matters to my own hands. It's okay. You'll be alright."

The-

"Good morning, Jimin." I was interrupted from my thoughts by Soonyeon.

"Good morning, beautiful." I smiled down to her. "It's almost 7:30, we should start getting ready."

"7:30?!" She gasped. "Jimin, we have to be at school by 8:00!" Soonyeon yelled as she scrambled off the bed and out the room.

I laughed lightly and began to get dressed.

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"Yoons! Hurry up, it's 7:42 already!"

"Okay, okay!" Soonyeon ran down stairs practically tripping over her own feet. She huffed as she finally reached me.

She had her hair up in a messy bun and was wearing a short-waisted hoodie along with black jean shorts and flats.

"Ready?"

"Yup."

And with that we made our way onto my motorbike.

*SOONYEON/YOUR POV*

"Wait, wait, what? I am not getting on that bike, Jimin." I protested, as I stared down at the beautiful, all black motorcycle.

"Why? Do you not trust me?" He asked, as he placed on his helmet.

"Pfft, no. It's not that, it's just I, you know, I .." I struggled to find the right words to say that I in fact did not trust him and wasn't for any reason going to get onto his fucking bike.

He raised an eyebrow up at me.

"Okay, yeah, I don't trust you. Oops." I shrugged at him.

He laughed at my words, as he approached me with a second helmet.