>>lost<< Yoonmin

XXVIII

There is a pause that seems to draw out for ages, a pause where the girl's icy eyes burn into Jimin and Jimin's soft blue eyes hold my gaze pleadingly. I inhale slowly, feeling the static tension growing around me, clawing over my arms and sending shivers down my spine. I find my courage in the ocean of Jimin's eyes and clear my throat, turning my gaze to the girl.
"It's rude to leave a guest alone."
I say smoothly, turning my gaze back to Jimin who has lowered his head to gaze at his tea. I see her clench the doorframe from the corner of my vision and return to my tea, taking a small sip.
"It's good Jimin."
I comment lightly and smile when our gazes meet, causing the girl to sharply exhale the breath she had been holding, brows furrowed in frustration.
"Thank you."
He returns a timid smile and sips his own tea, eyes clearly avoiding the girl. My mind whirls as we sit together, both under the harsh gaze of the over-protective girlfriend.
"Ya know Jimin,"
I begin casually, peaking his interest as he glances up at me.
"There is a small shop I was wanting to show you. The weather is nice, so maybe we should go."
He nods slowly, thinking it over as the girl moves closer.
"I'd like to go."
She interjects harshly, snatching one of Jimin's hands from the table in hers as she glares at me.
"It's been a while since me and Jimin went out together."
She forces the words through a smile and I return her harsh gaze with a kind smile.
"I'm sorry, but maybe another time. I hardly know you and I don't want to make it awkward."
I reply politely and as she drops Jimin's hand in surprise, I fit mine into his and stand, bringing him to his feet as well.
"We should go soon though. It will be dark in a bit."
I release his hand and nudge him, encouraging him to move to his room, which he does, with me following closely. When we are inside the room and the door is shut, he whirls around quickly to face me.
"Yoongi-"
He gasps my name in a flurry, panic swirling in his eyes.
"It's okay."
I comfort, touching his forearm with my hand.
"You can stay with me tonight, let her calm down a bit, so throw a bag together. We can stop by my apartment first."
The words tumble from my mouth and somehow I maintain a reassuring smile even though my heart is racing.
Did I really say that? Why did I say that? What good will it do?
But he has hurriedly grabbed a bag and is shoving things inside, his face flushed and his breathing increased with the anxiety that shows clearly in his movements.
"Calm down."
I soothe quietly from where I stand, earning a short gaze and nod from him before he goes back to stuffing things in the bag. He scampers from the room and returns with a handful of things from the bathroom, followed by my gaze.
I watch over him as he zips the bag and pulls on a jacket, keeping myself positioned carefully in the doorway in case a certain someone decides she won't let him go. He has gathered his few items and we are heading out the door side-by-side when he is stopped suddenly. I turn to find that the she-demon has his wrist, her eyes blazing.
This is my fault.
Passes through my mind seconds before her flat palm has collided with his cheek. I jump and Jimin stumbles to the side, lowering his body defensively and grabs his cheek.
"Park Jimin how dare you!"
She cries and draws back her hand again, ignoring me. I step forward quickly, surprise jolting through me as her hand collides with my collarbone. Her fiery gaze turns to me, her teeth clenching as she stares me down.
"Move."
She growls and I nod, grabbing Jimin's bag from the floor and Jimin's wrist, pulling him from the apartment and quickly towards the stairs.
"Where are you go-!?!"
Her cry is cut off when the stair door slams behind us, separating us from her. I continue to pull the stumbling Jimin, guilt and nausea bubbling in my stomach at his unsteadiness. My mind races with thoughts of retreat, of getting him to safety before I assess the damage. We make it to the ground floor and move quickly to the exit, Jimin beginning to walk more steadily and on his own.