Girl Friend // Park Jimin

11 - Pull Yourself Together

I wipe the tears from my eyes. "Oh my gosh, you're too funny, Hoseok."

Hoseok grins in delight, his eyes reflecting in the moonlight streaming through the open window. I take a minute to admire his strong chiseled bone structure complimented by his solid features. The more I look the more I realize that there was a sort of high-society aura around Hoseok. Something about his aristocratic nose and ramrod straight manners reminds me of the son of a CEO I've seen hundreds of times in dramas. I don't know why I didn't realize it earlier. Hoseok is incredibly handsome.

Hoseok catches me staring. He pokes my cheek. "Do I have something on my face or what?"

I blink. My realization causes a flush to crawl up my neck. Suddenly, the space between us seems to small. I look away from Hoseok's gaze, and my fingers start tracing little spirals in the blanket.

"Uh, n-no." Pull yourself together, Bomi. I shake my head slightly. It's just Hoseok.

Suddenly, a warm gentle hand cups my forehead. I can see worry in Hoseok's soft gaze. "You're hot."

Yes, you are. Wait. What? My heart skips a beat. I gape at Hoseok, dumbfounded. Heat immediately rushes to my face. My mouth closes and opens like a goldfish. At that moment, all I want to do is hide under the blanket around my waist.

Hoseok's cheeks turn pink. He blinks rapidly and looks at the ground, retracting his hand. "I-I meant your temperature," he stammers out. "Not that you're hot. Not that you're not hot! I think you're really hot! I mean—I'm just making it worse aren't I?"

Hoseok stops, too embarrassed to continue.

Silence. Hoseok's whole face turns a cherry red. He plays with his hands, waiting for my reaction. Outside, the muffled music drifts in through the walls. The corner of my lips twitch. A single giggle escapes my lips. Hoseok snaps his head up and stares at me in shock. The whites of his eyes stand out against the dark room. Hoseok looks like he's just seen Taehyung cooking food. The way his nose scrunches up and his mouth turns down. A laugh comes out. And then another, until I'm holding my side, rolling around on the bed.

"I'm d-dying! You should see your face!" I howl between laughs. Tears stream down my face. "Ow ow ow. My side hurts!"

Hoseok's shoulders relax. Eventually, he joins in too. After a few minutes, we calm down. The bedroom is quiet again, but the awkward air between us has disappeared. Something inside my chest breathes a sigh of relief.

"You know, if you're ever going through something tough, you can tell me. I'm here. I'll listen."

I look at Hoseok in surprise. That was unexpected. "Uh, okay. Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. And the same to you."

Hoseok flashes a strange smile and nods. "Yeah, thanks."

The red stain on Hoseok's blazer catches my attention again. A pang of guilt runs through me.

"You should go change," I urge. "It's probably uncomfortable wearing a wet blazer."

Hoseok shakes his head. "Nah, I'm fine. I'll stay here."

"And I'm kinda thirsty. Get me some water while you're at it, okay?" I gently touch Hoseok's arm to emphasis my request.

That strange smile is back. Reluctantly, Hoseok agrees. "I'll be right back. Don't move." He points a finger at me and gives me a look. I give him a grin and watch as he disappears out the door into the brightly lit hallway beyond.

It's just me again. I bow my head. The blanket underneath my fingers is warm to the touch. I put a hand on my heart, feeling its tempo against my skin. Thump...Thump...Thump...Its calmer than its been in weeks. The room is empty, but somehow I don't feel alone. I glance at the bedroom door. All thanks to him. A small smile tugs at my mouth.

Voices echo in the hallway, gradually crescendoing. One masculine voice and one feminine voice. Giggles and breathless gasps seep through the cracks of the door frame. Panic bubbles in my stomach. I frantically jump out of the bed and look for a place to hide. The bathroom! I tiptoe into the bathroom as quickly and quietly as I can. The bathroom room clicks shut, and not a moment later, I hear the bedroom door creak open.

I stay in the dark, not daring to turn on the light in case the passionate lovers can see the light from the slit underneath the door. I cringe as each breath rattles off the sleek walls like bombs going off. My face heats up as a start to hear the telltale sounds of a make out session. I can hear the bed groan underneath their weight. A loud moan emerges from behind the door.

What have I gotten myself into? I run my hands through my hair in distress. More feminine pants reach my ears. A low growl responds. I look away in disgust, but of course it doesn't help. Get a room. Is what I would say, but they did get a room. It's just that I was in that room too.

The guy's voice cuts through the animalistic noises.

"Let me use the bathroom real quick. Then we'll get back to where we left off." A small giggle is the reply.

I breath a sigh of relief. Now, I wouldn't have to listen to someone's private sexual escapades until the guy comes back from the bathroom.

Bathroom.

I'm in the bathroom!

I scramble in the darkness, trying to find a place to hide in.

Too late.

The bathroom door swings open. The lights click on.

"Bomi?"

I turn around slowly, my heart sinking to my toes. My fingers still wrapped around the shower curtain.

"Jimin?"

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Author's Note

Hehe. Did you guys like this chapter? I'm trying to pick up the pace and make it less boring. I have lots of things planned for this story, and I'm so excited to share it with you guys, the readers! Finals are in two days, so rip my sleep schedule and updating, but hopefully, I'll get something out this week. Please comment, vote, share if you like this story and want to see more! Thanks for reading! <3