Beautiful Trauma

15

Chaeyoung's POV

"It was okay, stop exaggerating," I rolled my eyes as Jimin plopped himself on the couch, his face pale and I was contemplating if I should feel apologetic towards him or laugh at his state.

"Exaggerating?" he asked appalled, his hand on his stomach, "You almost run over a cat and the car was swerving like some roller coaster at full throttle.  You're calling that okay?" he exclaimed and we heard Jungkook chuckling on the corner. 

My lips puckered at his words. 

"You're not going to drive anything with wheels again, Chaeyoung. That's final," he stated and my eyes widen. He threw his coat on the side, and seeing how he was moving like that makes me realize how he must have been really drained from my driving.

"You said I can use that other car back home!" I started whining. I didn't know how it happened but we ended up talking about a lot of stuff earlier. One of those is him giving me a signal to use the spare car parked in the family house. 

Seeing how he was so determined to buy me anything, it's either I play fair or not at all. So I end up being the one deciding what to buy and where to buy those clothes. He declined at first and was pulling me towards those stores screaming for money but I stood firm and pulled him over to those stores which I loved to go to whenever I go shopping. 

I laughed out loud when an old lady came towards him and gave him a wink. Seeing Jimin blush so hard yet did not do anything that might offend the old lady made me burst into fits of giggles and he just looked at me amused. 

"That's before you almost had us killed! Stop pouting and doing that puppy look Chaeyoung. I still won't be allowing you to drive," he snickered and I rolled my eyes.

"As if you can stop me," I whispered but to my luck, he obviously heard because he bantered.

"Try me then, babe. You sure won't like what I'd do." he stated but the expression on his beautiful face suddenly changes sending shivers down my spine, "Or maybe you would?" he added and that's more than enough for my cheeks to blush red.

"Ew, stop flirting in front of us, please. You should have parked somewhere along the way if you two were about to fuck each o-awww! Hyung!" Jungkook snarled when Namjoon oppa smack the back of his head before he can even finish his words.

Too late though because my cheeks were already beet red, perhaps even redder than a tomato at this point.

"Ahmmm," my eyes tried to avoid Jimin's which,  even without seeing his face, I knew very well that he is smirking, enjoying the uneasiness I am feeling right now. 

The fucker. He is definitely a tease.

I bit my index finger out of nervousness, a habit that my mother hated so much. But I can't easily change things, can I?

Yeah, even the past ties both Park Jimin and me into nothing but uncertainty and bitterness that we both still manage to avoid after all these years.

With that in thought, I bolted up from my seat, my eyes focused anywhere but not him.

"I-I'll go rest." With every courage I still have left in me, I tried to look in his direction which instantly regret after seeing the mock look showing on his face. "te-thank you," I stuttered before making a turn for my room leaving the boys laughing their ass off including my bitch of a cousin.

Those fucktards, I swear they're going to get it from me one of these days.

Before I manage to close the door, my eyes caught the meaningful gaze Jimin had given me and again, I was left soulless as I try to keep my knees from shaking. The memory of what happened back in the car still screaming shit in my crazy head.

I'm a very safe and good driver, that I can guarantee. I'm actually surprised Taehyung didn't correct Jimin nor even protested when he claimed how bad of a driver I am. And it scares me. Either Taehyung was just lazy to oppose Jimin's claim or he knew something was up.

My eyes closed at the memory of my little escapade with Jimin.

For once, I allowed myself to lose myself over something I had been wishing for ever since.

"So... How have you been?" My eyes stayed glued outside of the car as I heard his voice. My hands still shaking from nervousness, the incident inside the building earlier had gotten through my nerves I haven't recovered just yet.

I was startled when I felt his hand on top of mine, the warmth emanating from his gently calms my nerves, and I can't help but turn my gaze toward him.

His eyes were focused on the road and I had a clear view of his sharp jaw. His side profile looks as amazing. There should be a law that will illegalize having amazing sides and front profiles like his. It's totally unfair and humiliating to the more amazing individual out there. However, I still believe each of us has this unique edge over others. What it is, it is up to us to discover.

"Breathe, Chaeyoung. It's just us here. It's just me," he muttered and I bit my lower lip as I try not to answer back.

That's precisely the reason. Because it's you. I wanted to tell him but I decided not to voice them out.

"I'm fine. Same old story. Nothing that will interest you of any sort," I told him, answering his question earlier.

I saw his jaw clenched and I wanted to curse myself for finding him hotter when he bit his lower lip in frustration. But he didn't answer. He didn't remove his hand from mine either.

And I didn't pull away as well not denying the fact that his mere touch brings a good kind of peace in me.

So I stayed still and was quite saddened when he pulled away only to realize that he did so he can park the car properly.

Everything that had happened was quite a blur to me, only because I was filled with so much emotion,  I can say this is the first time I genuinely had fun after my father passed away.

We bought clothes to where I wanted to buy them. We ate ice cream and even had our hands clasped together a few times yet I didn't bother asking questions. I'm stupid like that.

The part that almost made me lose my shit is when we were about to go home.

I almost begged on my knees so I can drive home since it has been so long and he said yes only to be shaken up by what he said inside that car.

Just as I was able to put my seatbelt on, he pulled my hand and made me wear something I never wore for years after I took it off.

My eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Why do you have this?" I asked in confusion. The fact that he knew where it was and had it the whole time made me lose my mind for a second.

"I saw it when I was trying to put some clothes over your closet. Why aren't you wearing it? You should so those men would stop ogling if they have any decency left in their bodies," he snickered, my eyes caught how his hand balled into a fist.

Was he thinking about the incident at the meeting? I didn't know he was too mad about it.

"I-ahmmm," I was at a loss for words. But then I remembered something, "You're not wearing yours either. Who are you to ask me about it?" I told him, my hand gripping tighter over the leather stirring wheel in front of me.

I heard him chuckle.

"I have it on in America Chaeyoung. Always. I just took it off when I get back because I thought you might get uncomfortable but I still have it in here, hanging loosely on my neck," and then I saw it. He pulled a thin chain hanging from his neck from the inside of his dress shirt, revealing the very same design I have with mine.

My eyes widened at the sight of it.

Before I even knew it, I already had the car running, the wheels burning flames the way I was driving the car too fast earning multiple curses from him.

He had it. He had it all along.

Our wedding ring.

Fuck.