Resurfacing The Ice//Jikook

"Have you slept with him yet?"

Jungkook's POV

I sit on the floor of the hallway just outside my door, waiting for Jimin to finish talking to his parents. 

His words play over in my head: Yeah, whatever. Just go to your room or something.

He completely brushed me off the instant his parents walked in, but I guess I shouldn't expect anything less. From what Fredrick told me....his family doesn't exactly sound like the loving, warmhearted type. I wonder what he'll say to them...I mean...did they see us? If they did, what exactly did they see? We weren't really doing anything, and besides, it wasn't even Jimin's fault. I mean, it was my idea in the first place! I wring my hands as I nervously listen for any hints of him being punished. 

I sigh and lay my head against the wall, closing my eyes softly. It's in this instant that I realize I'm still in my t-shirt and loose sweatpants from last night. Quickly I stand and walk to my room, putting on a pair of black slacks with a black button up shirt. I'm just finishing combing my hair when I hear something crash from upstairs. 

Quickly I run out of my room and to the hallway, heading for the staircase to find out what happened, when suddenly I see Jimin rushing down the steps, little drops of blood dotting his feet, his eyes teary. I meet him halfway up the hall and catch him in my arms. 

"Whoa! whoa, Jimin..." I say softly, gripping his upper arms tightly. "What happened? Your feet are bleeding-"

"Why did you have to come here, Jungkook?!" He shouts at me.

"What are you talking about, Jimin?" I shake him gently, trying to bring him to his senses. 

"They know everything! They're gonna find out everything!" He shouts at me before shoving me away and running to his room, slamming and locking the door. 

My heart pounds as I head up the stairs. Who am I to talk to important people like his parents? My hands are fidgeting so much that I have to shove them in my pockets to keep them from shaking. 

I follow the blood drops up the stairs and to a large wooden door. I take in a deep breath, raising my knuckle to rap on the door, when a soft angelic voice comes from behind me, stopping me. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you~." She warns. I spin around to see Jimin's mother dressed in a silk , very expensive looking, robe, with silk pajama pants underneath. 

"O-oh!" I gasp, bowing hurriedly. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Park. I didn't see you there." 

"Mmm~" She hums, standing in the frame of her door. 

"If you don't mind me asking, Ms. Park. W-what happened to Jimin just now? He came crying down the stairs-"

"Are you always this confident meddling in other family's affairs?~" She asks in a low, cold voice. 

My lips snap shut, while my eyes go wide. "I-I meant no offense what-so-ever." I bow again. "I just simply wanted to know what happened to him, since he wouldn't tell me."

"Does he tell you a lot of things?~" Her voice almost sounds jealous, but sad at the same time. 

"Not really. I've tried to get him to open up to me...but he doesn't really like people, you see?" 

She chuckles softly, playing with the silk ties on her robe. "Yes. I know....I am his mother after all. I should know that." 

She talks as though she meant to say  that to herself rather than me. "Ms. Park?" I ask gently, still eager to know what happened to him. 

She shoots her gaze straight into my eyes, taking my slightly off guard. She wiggles her index finger, pulling it toward her room, gesturing for me to follow.