We stood outside the lounge impatiently, our rapidly moving feet evidence of our nervousness.
"Are you going to come home now?" Taehyung asked and turned to face me.
"What?" I was busy worrying about Jimin and what could have caused his illness to pay attention to anyone or anything else. I had hastily forwarded the catalogue to Mia to take care of and had followed the boys to the lounge where Jimin was recuperating.
Manager-nim, Jungkook, and Yoongi stayed inside with Jimin and the doctor while the rest of us either dispersed to look after ourselves- or in Taehyung and my case, we hovered outside the door.
I could sense Taehyung wanting to talk about things, but I wasn't in the space to carry it out by myself.
"Are you going to come home with us?" he repeated, slower this time.
"Manager-nim might go with you guys. It's probably not the best idea for me to be there," I concluded, my fingers frantically fiddling with one another.
I longed to be by his side, but I also had an itch to run for the hills.
"But... Jimin seems to be comforted by you. We were all around him, and yet he took your name," his eyes moved rapidly, working to analyze the situation, "I think you should come."
I bit my lip as my chest heaved and a frown formed on my face.
"What about manager-nim?" I non-verbally pleaded with Taehyung.
"Don't worry about it," he patted my head and shook his own.
The boys tucked Jimin into bed as soon as we arrived at their residence. He was conscious, but everyone insisted that he take his medication and go to bed. Considering how weak he looked, he didn't argue with anybody and quietly sank into his covers. When he held my gaze steady despite all the boys being in the room, they looked back and forth between us a couple of times before Jin loudly directed everyone to the dining table and Taehyung agreed. They muttered awkwardly among themselves and began shuffling out of the room but it seemed as though my feet were planted to the floor.
"Tara," Taehyung called after me and I tore my eyes from Jimin's.
"Yeah," I whispered and Taehyung grasped my elbow leading me out of the room.
"Taehyung," Jimin called firmly, his voice garnering strength. We turned around to find Jimin glaring at us.
"Don't even try, hyung," Taehyung hissed back at Jimin, "don't even try."
Taehyung led me downstairs to the dining table and on our way, we heard the members bidding goodbye to Manager Seji. All of us gathered around the table while I nervously fiddled with my hair and looked everywhere except at me.
After a handful of awkward minutes, I sighed.
"Just do it. Say whatever. There's no point avoiding it now," I asserted, holding onto the back of a chair.
Namjoon cleared his throat.
"So... you and Jimin," is all he managed to say.
"Yeah," I nodded simply.
"You and Jimin are together," Yoongi claimed in a matter-of-fact way.
"Well, I don't-" I cocked my head to the side and frowned, "we're not 'together-together'" I said, unsure. I'll let you know when I know what the hell we are.
"So, you're his mystery woman?" Jungkook stared wide eyed.
"Well, I better be," I pulled out the chair and sat myself down.
"Wow, okay, umm... how long has this been going on?" Taehyung sat next to me.
"2 months-ish, I guess."
"TWO MONTHS! TWO FREAKING MONTHS!" he slammed his fist on the table while everyone else's' jaws had nearly hit the floor.
I breathed sharply and rolled my head.
"Okay, can I go see him now? If you guys are done interrogating me?" I stood up harshly, making a loud sound as the chair scraped along the floor.
"Oh, we're far from done, Tara," Taehyung glared at me as I backed away and rushed to Jimin's room.
Dismissing Taehyung's words, my heart pounded in my chest as I softly pushed open his bedroom door.
I stepped inside delicately, my eyes scanning the dark room and landing on the lump that was the puffy white sheets.
"This better be you, doll," a soft but stern voice echoed from underneath them.
"It is," I chuckled and walked gingerly over to the bed, "unless you call any of the boys that."
His hand snaked out and wrapped around my wrist as the blanket fell away and he tugged me into the warm sheets with him. He tucked me into the curve of his body, his nose running along mine before his cheek rested on mine.
"You have to rest," I whispered as he softly kissed my neck.
"I am resting," he turned me around and secured his hand around my waist and landed a couple of soft kisses on my shoulder.
"How do you feel?" I whispered and slid my hand over his.
"Much better now," he whispered before snuggling into me.
I leaned into his heat and sighed.
"You've stirred some pots today, Jimin."
"I know," I felt his breath against my neck, "but I also heard you call me 'babe' today so it's all good."
He and I both knew that all was far from good, but we snuggled up into one another and closed our eyes to the night and our reality.
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Running In Circles // pjm.
Fanfiction"I want... I- stay. I want you to stay," I stuttered the words, admitting them softly. "You come by and then you leave. You don't stay. You don't stay with me. So I want-" He stormed onto me, taking my face in his hands and assaulting my lips with h...
