Viridity - p.jm

XIII. One bed, Two Individuals

"Why are you shirtless?" -Jungkook asks, while looking through the gap of the door.

Same, Jungkook. Same.

"It was hot" -Jimin pouts and I grin a little.

"What was hot? Your appearance?" -Jungkook asks and I laugh a little louder. "Anyways, how's SungHee?"

"She's... Alright" -Jimin smiles at me when he sees my playful grin pointed at the ground.

"I just called the manager. They said they'll fix it only around the morning because the staff of the hotel doesn't work on Sundays" -we both seem in shock.

The worst thing is...
There's only one bed!

"Well I guess we have no choice but to sleep here" -Jimin says as I agree to him by nodding. I did not want to agree. Trust me.

"I'm going to leave now because I'm really tired. Bye, guys. Sleep tight" -Jungkook says and I'm in depth. In my own world. Looking through the ground.

"Goodnight" -I hear Jimin's voice.

As I stare at the ground, I hear Jimin walk to his bag and grab something from it. I look up for a second and take a deep breath, looking at the sight.

Thank God!
He's finally putting a shirt on.

"Do you have anything to put on?" -Jimin asks and I shake my head, while I press the teddy bear pyjamas to my chest.

"Here" -he mumbles. Jimin throws some kind of material on the black bed sheet.

"Jimin, can I ask you something?" -I hesitate a bit, but ask shortly as I unfold the oversized (for me) grey blouse.

"If it's not about my feelings towards you -yes" -he says emotionless as he gathers some things on the counter next to his bed.

I stay silent.

"SungHee" -Jimin raises his voice and it startles me. "You have to understand one thing" -he continues.

"It's not you"

It's not me?
All this time I've been blaming myself for not gaining his appreaciation.
All this time I thought I was the big problem.

"It's the feelings you make me feel. And I hate to feel anything"

If he just said it from the beggining, I would've been gone. Long gone.
Or I would've tried to change.

But he's not a person I would change for.

I dig my nails into the clothes, trying my hardest not to cry. Again. I feel the matress lower as he sits on it.

I can't let him understand that I feel something for him. Something that's unusual for me.

"I'm going to change now" -I say in a monotonic voice and head to the bathroom.

The cool air hits me, when I swing the door and close it shortly. I rest my arms on the sink and look carefully into the mirror. I see myself. Water drops running down my jaw on the already wet sink. And before I know it, the tear vanishes. No one would even know that Lee SungHee suffered here. Pain, that she didn't understand. That came from the inside of her. The real her. What is the source of all this? What is the source of the feelings I've been enduring lately? Maybe the source's - Jimin?

I put the shirt over my head, instantly sniffing the familiar boy scent that makes my blood boil. Correction here. Made my blood boil. Now all it does is makes me hear my fastened heartbeat. The unowned blouse goes below my knees that makes me realize just how small, little, powerless I look, but how strong I am on the inside. But it's Park Jimin that sucks all of that power from me.

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"Hey, you're back" -I say after I see her walking through the bathroom door. Her face is so different. So sad-looking. I wonder if it's my fault.

"Yeah" -finally she forms a little grin.

"You know it's getting pretty late, so I should head to bed. I'm just going to-" -I start picking up all the sheets that I'll need to sleep on the ground.

"No, please, stay. I don't want you to sleep uncomfortably because of me" -SungHee mumbles as she faces me, next to the white door.

"Are you sure that's okay?" -I make sure she knows what she wants.

"Yes" -a stern look appears on her puffy face and eyes. Has she been crying?

I quickly throw the pillows, that were laying on the bed, onto the ground and undo the sheets. We both slip under the material, as further as we can get, to avoid any skinship. Since we hate each other. I wish I wouldn't be bruised. SungHee would be the girl I would lov-. No. Jimin - no.

"Can I turn off the lights?" -I ask quietly.

"Yes" -she says with her back facing me.

I click the switch and the room becomes pitch black. The shadows of branches overflow the space. And the wind that comes through the gaps of the window makes it sound like whispers. Truly a creepy aura.

"Jimin" -shortly after I hear a cute, but very silent whisper.

"SungHee?" -I'm not sure if it's her.

"I know we shouldn't be doing this, b-but could you please, ah" -SungHee stops mid-sentence and I grin at her cuteness.

"What?"

"Could you please cuddle me?" -her voice shakes a lot and I feel myself blushing. I think for a second of this situation, which makes the room even more quiet than it was.

"I'll get it if you're not comfortable with the situation. I'm sorr-" -SungHee explains herself. But I cut her when I quickly put my arms around her waist and pull her body up close.

Basically, I'm the big spoon.

I can't understand if I feel my own crazy speed heart or is it SungHee's? I guess it's both. We're both not used to this much skinship. WITH STRANGERS. I take a deep breath and I can smell her freshly washed still wet hair. After all, it is her heartbeat. It echoes through all of my bones. She hooks her arms around mine. I let out a little smile of joy. 

"It's just the whispers and the shadows. Plus I'm super cold" -I don't really hear a lot because I'm focused on how soft is her skin. And how precious she is with the request.

"Let's. Sleep" -I barely say it because I'm so tired. I quickly fall asleep with her in my embrace. It does feel nice.

Like Taehyung said.

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⬇️To be Continued⬇️