"Friends?.."

~5~

//Jimins POV//

I want to escape.

I entered the bar, and sat on the stool.

I ordered my drink, as I silently worried about everything going on.

'What if Hobi gets upset?'

'What if Yoongi can't find me?'

'What if that 'Joon' guy tells?'

I received my drink, as I took a sip. I felt a hand creep on my back. I jumped.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung said as he sat beside me.

"Escaping reality," I huffed and took another sip.

"And why's that?" I know he was just being a friend, but he was irritating me. I didn't want to talk about it.

"Reasons." I sounded stern, mean. But he got the hint and left.

Before I knew it a few drinks, became a lot. I decided I should leave before I drink myself to death.

I began to walk home. When a car approached me. Stopped next to me.

"Do ya need a ride home?" It was Joon.

"Nah, I'm good." I didn't meet his eyes. Afraid to relive what I was trying to forget.

"Come on, you'll be walking all night." He wasn't giving up. So I gave in.

"Fine." I replied and opened the passenger side door.

We drove a little ways before anyone decided to speak into the awkward silence.

"So is your name just 'Joon' or what?" I spoke up. Instantly regretting making conversation.

"It's Namjoon, but Hoseok calls me Joon for short." He had something on the top of his tongue. I could tell, he just didn't want to speak it.

"Oh," I replied and sunk into the seat. With a sigh. 

"Um, can I tell you something?" I hummed in response while watching cars pass by us.

"Hoseok is really worried about you, I think you should call him." I winced.

It's not like I hate Hobi, I just need time to think.

"I'll call when I feel like it," that sounded like I did hate him. So I reassured Namjoon,

"Just let him know that I need some time to myself." We arrived at my apartment.

"Will do, please take care of yourself." He smiled and cute little dimples appeared. It reminded me of Hobi's dimples.

I smiled back warmly and nodded.

When I opened my door, I immediately smelt the food I cooked hours earlier.

Reminding me of my night.

Tears fell to the ground, as I stared blankly at the table. Reimagining the past events.

I needed him, everything inside me, screaming for his warm embrace.

But my mind resisting to call him, because of my own confusion.

//Hoseoks POV//

I called Yoongi, I was really worried about my Jiminie.

While waiting for Yoongs I asked Joon if he'd give Jimin a ride home. Because I could tell from the look he gave me, he didn't want to see me.

I felt rejected, unwanted....lonely.

Reliving the past events of my love life, with Yoongi.

He arrived.

Our eyes connecting for a few moments, as he began to walk over to my slouched self.

"What do you want nerd?" He sat next to me and ruffled my hair.

I didn't want to tell him, but something inside me still trusts him.

"I told Jimin I like him..I-I'm afraid he's going to push me away..like you did.." his hand landed on my shoulder.

"I didn't push you away, I just didn't want to hurt you. Because I didn't feel the same." I huffed and crossed my arms. Making his hand shake off.

"That's not the point," I looked the opposite direction.

"Well what's the point?" He was irritated with me.

"He kissed me..then Joon walked in and he....he flipped out and left. He won't answer my calls nor my texts. I'm worried, because I really care about him." I looked at him while speaking, not acting like spoiled toddler anymore.

"He called me to come get him, but when I got to where he said, he wasn't in sight. Then you called, so I came here."

That's not something you tell someone that's already worried.

I started shaking, breaking inside. Thinking of terrible scenarios.

I buried my face in my hands.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm sure he is home, peacefully asleep.." Yoongi was trying his best to comfort me.

I could tell he was trying to keep from physical contact with me. Afraid even?

"Take me to your apartment." I wanted to see him more than ever.

I would kill to see him right now.

Yoongi was hesitant taking me there. Both of us knowing it wouldn't turn out good.

//Jimins POV //

I gathered myself together. Wiping away my tears from my face. As I walked to my bedroom.

I shut the door, and began to get ready for bed.

As I walked away from my door.

I heard him.

Hoseok.

"Jimin! I need to talk to you! I'm sorry! Please!" He started to knock on my bedroom door.

I locked it before hand.

"I'm not ready to talk to you! I need time!" I was just staring at the door, imagining how he looked, how he felt.

"Please...Jiminie." His voice cracked and I heard sniffles.

He was crying.

I felt my heart break, just hearing him break.

I couldn't stand to be the cause of this. I opened the door.

He kissed me. Passionately, roughly.

He closed the door behind him. We reached the foot of the bed.

He pushed me onto the bed, getting on top of me. Starting to kiss me again, this time reaching my neck.

His hands moving up and down all over me.

He stopped and took his shirt off. Then started again.

He took my shirt off.

Was this really happening?

Are we about to?

I stopped him, pushed him off.

"What? Is everything okay?" I couldn't answer.

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