Park Jimin
"Wanna go somewhere? Well unless sleeping is your next agenda." I asked her and she was quite surprised.
"Sleep is for the weak sleep for a week."
I can relate. There's this something about her I couldn't really decipher. She was more than pretty, she was more than friendly, the thing is she wasn't her. I should stop comparing every girls to her this isn't healthy at all.
Throughout the walk, all I could ever think about was her. is she doing alright? Does she still skip dinners? How's her adopted cat doing? Does she misses me? it was so wrong to think about her when she's probably already have someone who thinks and takes care of her, and lets not forget the fact that I'm with another girl who doesn't deserve to be treated like this.
"what's wrong?" (y/n)'s voice called out for me. her voice was so vivid and soft. She seems concerned and I hated her for it. I should hate myself more for making her concerned. She shouldn't be feeling like that since she doesn't know anything about me.
I shrugged the question easily and started to walk again. a minute later, I noticed that she was walking so slowly and there's something weird about the way she walks. I halted my steps and started to crouch down.
"hop on." I said to her.
"No, I'm alright." She lied. I scrunched my nose at her toes, they're bruised underneath the heels. I was going to protest but these days women are tough to have arguments with. So instead, I carried her bridal style. She was really light, I was hoping she would gain some weight.
"JIMIIN PUT ME DOWN," (y/n) cried out. Upclose, she was prettier, I don't know how many times have I stated that she is beautiful. I bit my inner cheeks to suppress my laughter. By this time, I couldn't care about how pedestrians are looking at us.
"do you want me carry you like this or previous one?" I teased her. (y/n) chose the latter, reluctantly, I put her down gently and crouching again. (y/n) got onto my back and I placed my arms securely on her thighs. She shouldn't have wear outfits too revealing. Touching her like this is enough to wake my friend up.
I walked to the nearby convenience store. I bought bandages and some snack for her. after I payed, I headed outside to where she was sitting. I bend down on my knees and took of her heels. I cringed at the blue marks around her toes.
"L-let me do it myself." (y/n) tried to take the bandages from my hand but I snatched it quickly. She pouted cutely at my ignorance and puffed her cheeks. (y/n) flinched at the sudden contact of the bandages. I apologized softly to her and snaked something inside the shopping bag and fished out a candy for her.
when I looked into her eyes, I was completely frozen. I feel like the stupidest person in the world. This was something I used to do with her.
"you could at least, talk to me." she pouted, unpacking the lollipop before stuffing it into her mouth.
"you could've talked to me you were bruised." I shot back at her, fishing out another lollipop and stuffed it into my mouth.
I crouched again and thank god this time she obeyed me. I could feel her cold breath brushing through my nape. Shuddering the over chilling sensation, I decided to focus on the street.
"why lollipop though?" she asked. I was hoping (y/n) would not ask me regarding these but she's a girl full of wonder isn't she?
"this is a ritual I always do. Lollipops can soothe your pain." I answered her.
"do you always do this ritual with your sister?" (y/n) casually spoke. As if the words she just said didn't leave marks on my heart.
"yeah, I used to." I replied with a smile.
"why?" can she stop her curiosity for once?
"we grew up. that happened." I replied with a faint smile.
"that didn't stop you from doing it with me. don't stop that ritual with her, it's really sweet." (y/n) flashed a gummy smile. The thing is, I'm not the one who wants to stop the rutial, though. We didn't grew up, we moved on.
"enough question, princess." I smiled to her warmly. (y/n) was stunned at first but then she covered her face on my back. A second later, I just recalled what I had said to her. I should stop these habits or else people might misunderstand.
After a long walk, we finally reached the hotel. She was in room 512 while I was two floors above her. I put her down once we've arrived in front of her door.
"uh... thanks. I'm sorry for bothering you." she started shyly. Her ears were as red as tomato and I could only chuckle at her blushing form.
"Good night,"
"Night, Jimin."
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Hi, this one is one hell of a cringy chapter. Yikes. I'm slowly losing myself and my willing to write fanfiction (although I have scenarios for some new fanfictions) I couldn't stay committed to write down the whole plot. school has been really testing me lately. I'm physically, emotionally, mentally exhausted but eh whats new. I hope you all have better days ahead and don't overwork yourself !!
xoxo
