Protecting Jimin | PJM [√]

9.

Jimin P.O.V

This went on for a few days..

Eunha hiding her sadness..

Infront of me.

But why.?

Is she mad at me? Is she mad at Bomi for being too close to me? Or is it because someone made her upset? Or-

"Jimin."

"Jimin! "

"Yes!" I stopped day dreaming.

"Pay attention please. I'm not gonna repeat, understand?" Namjoon hyung said strictly.

"Yes.."

"Pop quiz. What are the various definition of like. If you can give me one, I'll stop here and we'll continue tomorrow."

"Um.. "

"Well, do you remember any of them? "

"for example/ such as?"

(a/n this ^ is one of the definitions. Just in case you get confused.)

"Good job. We'll stop here." Namjoon hyung stood up and stretched.

"Jimin. You really need to focus. I don't have much time."

"I'll try."

"Don't try. You have to do it." hyung adviced.

"Okay.. "

We got out from his studio.

"Can I ask you a question?" I randomly started.

"Yeah what is it? Make it quick, I have an appointment soon." He said looking at his wrist watch.

"Why do you hate Eunha? "

"...who said I hated her.? " he looked at me, confused.

"Both of you seem to be enemys. "

"hmm.. Maybe..  I hate her a little. She had this attitude towards me ever since we met." He sighed.

"But why? "

"I'm not sure. Jimin I really need to go now. See you tomorrow." he brought his car keys with him and went out.

I was alone in the house.

I left Bomi in the house today because she ate too much yesterday.

Jin hyung went outside to be a special judge on a eating contest (They said that they will give free food if he became a judge).

Hobi hyung went to work at his dance studio as usual.

Before today's lesson with Namjoon hyung, he said that he would have to leave me alone for awhile and that someone would come later.

I wish I had that thing which you makes the user be able to talk with another person through it.

That rectangular flat box which doesn't need real buttons but it's heavy for some reason.

I don't really remember what it's called... I think it's called a phone.

Eunha has it. but I don't wanna ask her for one.

Suddenly, the door bell rang.

dInG dOnG

"Is anyone inside? I left some of my things here from last night." a guy's voice said.

I wasn't here last night because Eunha picked me up early but left to continue searching for a another job.

I looked through that small hole in the door and saw this guy with brown hair with pretty big biceps.