Antidote // Reader x Park Jimin

12) Something

You heard the sharp jingling of keys at the door that subsequently lead directly into the room you were in.  You still had the sick boy's arms cradling your body.  You startesd to panic. 

You tried to slip him off gently as to not wake him, but his grip around you was surprisingly strong for someone who was in deep sleep.

He'd been asleep for hours now so maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing to wake him up.

You tried to shove him gently, but he still wouldn't budge.

You were running out of time. Those boys would walk through that door at any moment.

You knew it was time to cut the nice act. You knew what you needed to do.

You hit him on the shoulder, hard enough for him to feel it but not leave a bruise. He exclaimed loudly just as the door swung open.

You took notice of each of the boy's expressions, each wearing their own peculiar version of utter confusion. You finally put together what the situation seemed to look like for them.

Jimin's head and body were still ridiculously close to you. You had tried to push him away, hurt him even.

Yes, it did look like the guy beside you may have been trying to take advantage of you, and that was why you were now faced with the daunting and confused looks of his six friends. As the awkward moment dragged on, you could see that some of their confusion had morphed into anger.

"Get off of her, you perv," Yoongi hissed as he raced his way over to the couch-side to disgruntledly pull Jimin away from you.

"I swear—I wasn't," Jimin rambled in defense, still not entirely awake. He shifted onto his elbows on the couch.

"It's okay," you spoke, stopping Yoongi almost immediately in his tracks. That was good because if he hadn't stopped, things may have gotten ugly. "He was just sleeping. I... uh... accidentally hit him when you guys startled me."

They didn't seem at all convinced by your somewhat lie, but decided to trust you anyway.

"I'm going to go clean out some stuff from my room. I'll put clean sheets on the bed," Jungkook remarked to break the awkward silence and rising tension.

"Thank you," you mumbled as you felt the rest of their eyes still on you. It was worse than Jimin's intense stare. All you wanted to do was hide.

"How about I go show you my studio?" Yoongi suggested with an almost immediate change in mood. "I could show you around. You will be spending a lot of time in there considering the nature of this internship."

You sighed. You knew you should've easily gone along with it, but something in you was still afraid that the rage-filled Yoongi might make another appearance. You stood anyway and began to follow him down the hallway.

You panicked and grabbed Namjoon by the wrist.

"Join us!" You insisted. He looked down at your hand on his wrist, absolutely bewildered. You looked forward to see Yoongi's mostly agitated face. Namjoon fumbled over some words before resigning to his fate. You pulled him into the studio along with you and Yoongi. You let go of his arm when you figured he would stay and that you were safe.