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Chapter 10 - Jimin

The amount of questions that I had for Namjoon at this point was overwhelming. Before I could even fathom asking them, a very chirpy Jimin slipped into the room dressed in jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket.

"Jiminnie is here for the princess~" He cooed as he offered me his hand. Namjoon held his hand to his chin and clutched it for a moment as he watched me take Jimin's hand and leave the room in a blur.

"Did you miss me? I missed you!" Jimin said as he looked back at me while walking through the hallways. I couldn't help but be a bit suspicious of him due to our first encounter.

"Yes I suppose I did." I told him and giggled as he started to cheer while still grasping my hand and cheering with a huge smile on his face. Then there was a deep yell from a near by room.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm sleeping!" Jimin's eyes widened at me and he shrugged before shouting back, "sorry Yoongi-hyung!" and leading me around the corner.

We entered a room. It was another bedroom which I assumed belonged to Jimin. It had deep red painted walls and a window that looked out over the tree tops. A bed was placed in the corner, and a desk sat in the far corner of the room.

"Welcome!" He said before flopping into his bed and looking up at me with a small pout. "I see that Kookie has already gotten his hands on you." Jimin mumbled and I grazed a hand over my collar bone before sighing.

"It wasn't his fault." I didn't continue because of how interested Jimin looked in the one topic of conversation that I wasn't comfortable with. I yawned and looked to Jimin who was laying on a very comfortable looking bed.

Getting sleep on a cold mirror panel wasn't the most comfortable thing I had slept on. Granted, I used to sleep on concrete floors with barely any clothing. But mirror panels are just different. Jimin noticed me looking attentively at the bed and patted the place beside him.

"Come take a nap. You must be so tired after hanging out with all those boys." I had to agree with him, although I wouldn't show it. I simply laid down on the bed and let out a soft sigh.

I felt the beautiful softness of the quilt against my skin. I would've fallen asleep instantly, until I felt Jimin press himself up against my back as he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist.

I felt his warm skin press against my own, causing tingles to run down my spine. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on ends before Jimin let out a soft sigh. "I'm tired.." he whispered sweetly into my ear as his hands gently rubbed my sides affectionately. I didn't dare move. Purely because I was scared and tired, everything took too much effort to fight back. I had lost my will to try and believe that I could stand up for myself.

"You're resisting me." I heard Jimin say, in a much more deeper voice. It startled me and I tried to relax myself. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to relax you have to understand why it might be hard for me." I told him, placing my hands underneath my head for support.

Jimin puffed his cheeks, "am I the one who made you unsettled? Or is it the other boys? They have made you uncomfortable."

I wished Jimin would've stopped asking these questions, because then I would've been agreeing with him un-intentionally. I didn't want to give him the benefit of knowing he was right, although he almost sounded as if he was trying to give me some sort of sympathy. I wasn't entirely sure with these boys anymore.

"I'm not sure," was all I could conjour toward the purple haired man, "I think I'm just really tired..." I was unsettled, I felt scared, I was nervous.

There were too many feelings going on at once for me to ever remotely feel relaxed. Suddenly, a sense of warmth left my body and I was left hugging myself as Jimin pushed himself up and sat against the wall on the bed.

"Then sleep. Relax." His words were drizzled with kindness, but he made it sound like he was barking orders at the same time.

I didn't want to cry, not in front of Jimin. So I just tightly bound my eyes closed and forced the tears away. And quicker than expected I fell asleep. While I slept Jimin watched over me, his hands palmed together and his eyebrows knitted together in thought.

To figure out his thoughts would be like sending a blind ferret into a mine field. It would be suicide to do it. His thinking was far to complex for anyone to comprehend, his way of finding answers seemed to baffle anyone in the best of times. But that was who Jimin was, and in his case trying to read (Y/N)'s emotions wasn't working for him.

For the first time in a long while, she was a person he couldn't read for the answers he yearned for.

((Jiminie's chapter is finally here 👏🏻 and I loved making it, honestly I love Jimin so much man

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

Until next time!
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