Wrong ||Park Jimin

Five

Jimin and I spent the weekend together and when I told Namjoon, he squealed like a girl.

He was more excited for me than I was. A sweet gesture, really, but plenty suspicious if you ask me.

"Have you learnt to trust him?"

I shook my head. I was getting there, sure. But my conscience still wouldn't allow the process to speed up.

So I shook my head no but said nothing.

"Does he seem to be very attached to you?"

Attached? That's a weird question.

"Um...not really. But he's quite touchy."

Apparently this came as no shock to Namjoon.

"Yeah, he is."

He seems almost saddened.

"Namjoon, is everything alright?" I asked. A genuine concern creeping up. I may not trust people, but I can emote just fine.

"No. Its just, Jimin-"

He paused.

"Its not my place to tell you. He'll tell you soon enough."

His place to tell me what?

***

Three months later, me and Jimin had grown close enough to be labelled at 'best friends'.

The only thing our pair lacked was trust. That was because of me. I couldn't give that to him. He gave me his all, trust, love, kindness, generosity, but all he received were lies.

'I'll learn to trust you'

Lie.

I wouldn't. At least I thought I wouldn't.

"Hana, I'm here!"

I smiled. I couldn't trust him, but his presence was one thing that made a smile bloom on my face. As true as the existence of feeling, and as pure as the laugh of a newborn.

"Jimin-ah, in here!"

We had the typical nights; sleepovers if you may, but consisting of the continuous chatter of our voices resonating through the apartment.

Settling himself next to me, leaning against the arm of the leather sofa, he smiled.

"What's today's topic, Hanana."

"I've told you multiple times to stop calling me that MORTIFYING name!"

My complain was loud, obnoxious, irritated, but I meant none of it. All of it was a lie.

Just like my trust.

I shook those thoughts off, smiling at him with ease. After all, he was one who's mere presence made me genuinely happy.

I hadn't spoken to Namjoon in quite a while too. He wanted me to update him.

"Hana?"

"Yes, Min?"

"Can I choose today's topic?"

I smiled, nodding. But he didn't smile. He didn't smirk. He didn't chuckle at my excitement that never failed to seep through my calm facade, whenever he decides to choose the topic.

"Lies."

"What?"

"Lies. Things we've hidden from each other. Things that shouldn't come out."

I broke into a sweat, my throat constricted.

"J-Jimin, what is this about?"

"Hana, I.." he breathed, deeply.