✓ | The 8th

Chapter Thirty- Two

Jimin pulled me in closer, his arms tight around my waist. I burrowed my face closer to his chest. Under the blankets, wrapped around in Jimins embrace was so warm. I stopped crying a while back. Namjoon had seen the news going wild around the internet. Everyone knew now, we officially broke up. Jimin kissed my forehead, breathing me in.

We both didn't say a word, and whoever entered the room would leave after seeing the scene. They wouldn't ask questions or break us apart, mostly because they thought I needed this. I do, I really do. He was warm and fluffy, he didn't mutter a word. We lay still, not breaking apart no matter how much Bam Bam texted or called me. Jimin reached into my back pocket, pulling my phone out and finally answering the phone.

"What"

Bam was on the other side yelling, I could hear him from over here.

"She's busy right now"

And with that he hung up and turned off my phone. I looked up at a worried Jimin.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better" I mutter.

"Why. . . after seeing and knowing all of that, why stay with him?" Jimin whispers, glancing down at me with worry in his doe eyes.

"I think. . . I just wanted to convince myself it was wrong," I mutter, trying to piece my thoughts and emotions. "I guess I didn't want to get hurt"

"You don't have to pretend to not get hurt," Jimin mutters. "You should look for what really makes you happy and stay with that"