Wrong ||Park Jimin

Seven

Jimin was extra sweet to me, maybe taken aback by my sudden hug. I don't blame him, I was too. I'm not one to initiate skin to skin contact, but in this case, the urge was too strong.

I've grown attached.

"Jimin?"

"Hmm?"

He was sitting on the sofa, playing with his phone, while I sat next to him, my nose buried in a book, my mind being buried in my thoughts.

"Do you trust me?"

He looked at me.

"Yes. Do you?" 

I stayed quiet.

"Do I make you happy?"

He hesitated, nodding his head, unsure. His unsure nod turned firm, and more sure, until his face was smiling along with mine.

He held my arms, and smiled at me,the kind that was never directed towards me.

"You make me happy, Hana. You make me happy!"

He was ecstatic. I didn't understand the cause of this sudden enthusiasm, but the thought that I made him happy, I made him smile, made me happy, too.

We stayed there for a while, his eyes staring at me, while I looked anywhere but at his face. I refused to look at him, knowing that the urge to trust would increase if I did.

Do I still want to trust him?

I don't know.

Jimin dialled a number and excused himself, leaving with a smile in my direction.

I could hear his excitement, muffled by the closed door of the lawn that separated us.

Gathering my thoughts, I decided it was best to talk to Namjoon about this, considering I had no one else.

Jimin wasn't an option, of course.

I thought of calling him, but there would be a lot of explaining to do if Jimin asked whom I was talking to.

And I wasn't ready for it.

I wasn't ready to explain to him that it was almost impossible for me to trust anyone.

What else could you expect from a girl who had been betrayed by her family?
And then also by the only person whom she thought could help her heal from that heartbreak?

What could you expect from someone who didn't know how to trust?

Not much, that's for sure.

So he sure as hell couldn't expect answers.

My heart ached. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to trust him.

But I was still scared.

And maybe I would be forever, but that isn't what I'm aiming for.

I have to get over this.

I have to.

"Hana, I'm back! Sorry about that!"  His smile was as constant and the loud thumping of my heart.

"Hey, Jimin." He looked at me, still smiling.

I have to learn to trust him.

"I'll meet your friends."

And I smiled.

I smiled!

His smile dropped, and he stared at me.

My smile widened at his disbelieving look, and I nodded.

He broke into another smile, of pure disbelief and happiness.