𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 {Editing} || 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 || 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

Chapter 15: Sick

You jolt awake, panting hard as memories of the incident with the drunk men came back to haunt you in the form of nightmares.

Running your fingers through your hair, you focus on calming your breathing as you finally take in your surroundings.

You weren't in your bedroom.

Panic bubbled in your chest as you frantically look around for a sign, any sign, to give away where you were.

Your eyes land on a photo frame resting against a wooden desk that was placed in front of the window.

Cautiously, you slip out of the bed, making your way towards it as you pick up the wooden frame, your eyes gazing at the photo the frame held.

It was of a baby, maybe around the age of 2, sitting down on a chair clad in - what looked like - cow pyjamas with a matching hat worn over their head.

Their plump lips were parted as their attention was fixated on something down below.

A gasp left your parted lips as you realized who it was.

Jimin.

Your eyes glossed over the room once more before returning back to the picture, a smile breaking out of you as you gazed at baby Jimin.

This must be Jimin's room.

Baby Jimin is cute.

Gently placing the frame to it's original, you exhale sharply, making your way towards the door.

Just as your fingers wrapped around the knob, the door opened, causing a yelp to leave your mouth at the sudden action.

Jimin's head poked in, furrowing his eyebrows at your defensive stance before fully entering the room.

"What's wrong with you?"

You clear your throat, straightening your clothes as you attempt to speak in a confident voice, "Nothing. I was just... stretching. What's wrong with you?"

Jimin scoffs, "Let me guess: You were going to open the door, but I beat you to it. You weren't expecting the door to open, which scared you."

He cocks an eyebrow up, a smirk playing at his lips as he awaits for your response.

You were rendered speechless.

"I.. you.. uh," you try your best to form a coherent sentence, but ultimately fail, so you resort to keeping your mouth shut and your eyes trained on to the floor which suddenly became interesting to you.

A giggle escapes between Jimin's lips, his hands coming up to ruffle your hair as he walks past you to his closet.

You huff, making your way towards the bed, sitting down on it.

Jimin stepped in front of you, holding out the clothing in his hand towards you, "Here. Change out of your school uniform and into these. You can take a shower there. A towel is already there for you."

He points to a door on the other side of the room as you take the clothes from his hands.

He turns around to leave, but you grasp his wrist, preventing him from doing so.