Pet Me, Please? | p.jm

🐶twenty three🐶

He stared at your unmoving figure, his own hand was still clutching yours in attempts to connect with you, in attempts to wake you up. He lip his lower lip in frustration, it had grown chapped over the past few hours.

"Why did you have to stand in front of me?" He asked you, knownig that he wouldn't elicit an answer from you, but still he tried. "I should have gotten shot, not you. I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)."

His thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the last few words that you said to him, he wasn't sure if he had been imagining things out of sheer fear and panic. But he was sure that he heard those 3 words that he had always longed to hear and the full name that you gave him after.

He didn't want to hear it in a time like that.

He rested his head at the bedsheets that his tears were beginning to stain. The boy barely ate, he refused to. He refused to leave your side. He refused to drink which caused his voice to grow hoarse even when he spoke to you.

"I..." "I love you, (Y/N), please wake up." He prayed for a miracle, not caring how hoarse his voice sounded or how desperate he was beginning to appear. He didn't care if he said those words even with nurses or doctors attending to you.

He just wanted you to wake up.

A few minutes of him stroking your hand while tears began to flow freely from his eyes, the door creaked opening. He assumed that it had only been one of the nurses to check on you.

"Oh, hello,"

That wasn't the nurse.

Jimin lifted his head to face the person, his tired brown eyes had met with Jihye's black ones. In her hands, was a basket of fruit and flowers with the company's logo attached to it.

"Jimin, how are you doing?" Jihye ignores you and puts the flowers and fruits on the table adjacent to the door. "You look like you haven't gotten any rest." She attempted to say as lovingly as she could. Batting her eyes at Jimin and sauntering over towards him.

"I'm fine." Jimin managed to say through his disgust. He couldn't believe that the black haired woman would attempt to even flirt at a time like this. He tried his best to tolerate her during photoshoots, even with you glaring at him in the background, but this time, it was different.

"(Y/N) would be really disappointed to see you like this." Still, he knew that there were truth in her words as she stood beside him. "Why don't you come with me? I'll treat you food." She rested her hand over his shoulder, Jimin tried his best to conceal the flinch the moment that her hand came in contact with him.

"I'm really okay, Ji-" She pulls on Jimin's hand, Jimin grits his teeth and shys away. But he was beginning to feel the rumbling of his stomach as it begged for food.

"I'll stay with, Noona," He said, trying to remain firm with his decision.

"Please?" Jihye pleaded, looking at him with the most innocent stare that she could master. "There are something that I'd like to... discuss with you." She pauses for awhile, "It's about (Y/N)."

Jimin takes one look at you and debates whether it would be a good idea to agree to the other's request. He sighed deeply, but he had a feeling that the other wouldn't let him off the hook so easily.

"Okay, but I'll have to be back right away." He gave in.

"Perfect."

"You and (Y/N) seem really close." Jihye said as her eyes remained focused on the road. Jimin was close to vomiting the non-existent food in his stomach at the way that she drove. It was erratic and it made him dizzy.