[RE-EDITING]Follow My Tune - Jimin x Reader

Confessions

"DON'T TOUCH WHAT BELONGS TO ME!" 

A silence fell over the kitchen, the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breaths from Jimin. Standing with his arms around you, Jimin glared daggers at his friend who stood beside you with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. 

But then it was like something snapped in you. With a surprisingly strong force, you managed to wriggle yourself out of your captors arms. 

"Can the two of you just cut it?" you spat out frustrated "Why has no one even come up with the thought of asking me how I feel? It's like you are just taking for granted that I like any of you, but what if I don't." 

You turned around and looked at everyone in the room, your eyes eventually landed on Jimin. His brown deep eyes was staring into yours, filled with something that you couldn't exactly put your finger on. But they hadn't that intense and cold stare as for only some minutes ago, this was much softer and almost pleading. Your gaze lingered a bit longer than necessary, but eventually you averted them to look at Seokjin instead. 

"To your information I'm going home. Seokjin, I need you to take me back please." you said, and it was more of an order rather than a question. 

You needed to get out of here, get back to your own apartment which you hadn't been to for a week. Away from all of this, away from them, away from him. What would happen after that, you wasn't sure of. But for now you needed a break, a real one where you didn't need to deal with possessive sirens. 

Hearing the demanding tone in your voice, Seokjin didn't waist a second before he walked up to you and grabbed your hand. And in the next second the faces of the six other men began turning blurry, until everything around you turned into a world of colors swirling around you. The familiar feeling of being sent through a narrow pipe once again hit you, making you lose your breath for a split second before it was over and your feet was back on solid ground again. In fact you stood once again back in the park, on the same spot where Jimin and Seokjin had kidnapped you for about a week ago. 

The cold evening wind took a hand of your hair, and played around with it before letting it fall back onto your shoulders. Shivers creeped up your back, as you realized that you had forgot about your jacket back in the house. Damn it. 

Seokjin looked at you with his big brown eyes, wandering down to your bare arms. His eyebrows furrowed together as he took off the thin jacket that he were wearing himself and handed it to you. 

"Here take this, I don't want you to catch a cold." he said calmly, but you pushed it back at him. 

You didn't want his help, even though your body was practically screaming at you to take it. Goosebumps had appeared on your skin because of the cool air. 

As you pushed it back, Seokjin sighed and instead put it over your shoulders and stopped you in your attempts of taking it off. 

"Young lady, you're going to wear that jacket either way. No exceptions!" he demanded.

You then bid goodbye, and began making your way back home.

Seokjin's POV. 

Looking after her as she became smaller and smaller the further away she came, he sighed for himself and shook his head.

In the next second, he heard the sound of a branch break behind him. Spinning around in surprise, he at first didn't see anything. But then he reached out his arm and grabbed the air with his fingers in a firm grip. A loud whine of pain was heard, and suddenly the form of Jimin and Hoseok became visible. Jimin was sitting on his hyung's back with his arms clutched around his neck, while Hoseok was grimacing from the pain of Seokjin holding his ear.