Wrong ||Park Jimin

Three

Namjoon gave me a list of medicines I need to get, which he said he wouldn't mind providing.

He has a girlfriend who used to suffer.

"How was it cured?" I had asked.

He had smiled at me, dimples on his cheeks, and a gleam in his eye.

"She learnt to trust and love me."

And the sad truth is, I don't think I'll even be able to trust anyone. I don't even trust my family anymore.

"I know what you're thinking, Hana. You'll learn to trust someone. Jimin is right here. You can trust him." He smiled.

"Doct-"

"Call me Namjoon."

"Namjoon. I tried, but I ended up like this. I don't want to lie to him and tell him I trust him when I really don't." I sighed.

Namjoon looked at me, moving closer. He sat on the bed and looked me in the eye.

"Lee Hana, listen to me. You're not scared of trusting him. You're scared of the thought of trusting him. Because, I know, that in 93% of the cases, the reason for this phobia is an occurrence in the past that caused this. That becomes the topic of sensitivity for the person."

My parents.

"That's what leads to trust issues, and in some cases philophobia. You're not scared of love or trust. You're scared of the outcome if you fall in love if you learn to trust."

I stared back, letting his words sink in.

"Take the risk, Hana. I promise it'll get better once you do."

I didn't even realise that he had already packed his bag and was leaving.

"N-Namjoon!"

"Yes, Hana?"

"Can-" I gulped. "Can I have your number?"

He smiled. "Yes, sure. Take it from Jimin."

I nodded, getting out of bed to leave him to the door.

We walked down together, and Namjoon's words kept ringing in my head.

Scared of the thought of trusting him.

In a way, he's right. Oh, hell, he's actually completely right.

Jimin joined us on the way to the door.

"Hyung, is there any medication?" He was very worried.

Could I trust him?

I looked at Namjoon.

"Nothing, Chim. Just give her my number." He looked at me. "Hana, call me at 8:00, sharp, to tell me about your progress, alright?" His dimples made another appearance.

"Yes, Namjoon. Thank you." I smiled at him.

I shut the door behind him.

"Jimin.."

"Yes, Hana?"

I smiled at him calling my name. It sounded better than it ever had coming from his lips.
I smiled.

Trust.

Love.

My smile faltered.

I hugged him anyway.

"Thank you for all that you did today, Jimin. We just met, and you helped me through something like that. I'm really very sorry you had to witness that." I looked down.