"I could feel the blush that began to creep up my cheeks, and prayed Jimin wouldn't notice. The way his fingers drummed slightly on my hip didn't help my situation. I could barely keep my eyes open, never mind focus on where I was walking with him s...
Jimin and I met in that tiny studio every night. Everynight.
Sometimes he taught me choreography—to his songs, or other groups'—other times I simply watched as he danced.
Then there were the nights when we just talked. For hours and hours. About things I didn't even know I wanted to get off my chest. And every morning when I woke up, after one of those nights, I felt good.
It had gotten to the point where there were now pillows and blankets on the floor. We always made sure to put them away before we left, though. Just in case.
It was those pillows and blankets I was laying on when my eyes fluttered open. I stretched, my limbs stiff. Most likely because I slept on the floor last night.
It toke my brain a second to process. I opened my phone and checked the time. Seven in the morning.
I had slept on the floor last night next to—
Indeed, when I turned over, Jimin was there, less then a foot away. I immediately sat up, my sudden movement waking Jimin as well.
"Did we fall asleep again...?" He asked slowly, his voice still groggy. I tried to subtly move away from him.
"It's morning." I whispered. "We slept all night." I was starting to panic a bit, but I tried to stay calm. No big deal, right?
Jungkook would kill the both of us if he walked in and saw how we were laying on the floor, so close to each other...
Jimin seemed to realize how disastrous this situation could become the same moment I did.
We scrambled to shove everything into the cabinets that lined the left side of the room. I frowned when I saw my reflection in the mirror. At least I had changed into my pajamas last night before coming to the studio.
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When everything was away, Jimin started to head toward the door. He was in his sleepwear as well.
"Wait." I said. I meant to grab his arm, but he had moved so instead I ended up grabbing his hand. I let go quickly. "We can't leave at the same time. Some of them are probably awake already." He nodded, brushing back his dark, messy hair.
"You go first, try to sneak up to your room. I'll just say I was practicing and then I fell asleep in here." He said, his words rushed. "It's not really lying—and I've done that before so they won't think much of it." It was my turn to nod as I pulled down my long T-shirt.
"Okay, okay." I said, mostly to myself, but I still felt Jimin's reassuring hand on my shoulder.
I reached for the door handle, quietly opening it. Jimin winced when it squeaked slightly. I peaked my head out into the hallway, and sighed when it became obvious that it was empty.
I slid out of the studio, and I felt Jimin push the door closed behind me. I began to walk, trying my very best to keep my footsteps quiet.
There were voices talking in the kitchen. I thought I heard Taehyung yelling, which only encouraged me to go faster.
When I reached the staircase, I sprinted up the steps, hoping no one would investigate the small amount of noise. In a second I was in my bedroom, the door closed behind me. I let out a breath.
I paced in my room for a few minutes, until I heard Jimin's laughter downstairs. I smiled a bit, and went down to breakfast.
Indeed, Taehyung was in the kitchen, making some food I couldn't identify on the stove. Jin sat at the island, occasionally telling Taehyung what he was doing wrong. Which was usually everything.
Jimin was there too, sitting next to Jin. He flashed me a smile when he noticed me standing in the doorway. I smiled back.
"Morning, Naerin." Jimin said to me, making Jin and Taehyung aware of my presence. I could see the laughter in Jimin's eyes.
"Oh, is she awake?" Jungkook said as he walked into the kitchen from the living room. He wished me good morning as well, but frowned at the breakfast Taehyung was cooking.
"Did you sleep well?" Jimin asked, drawing my attention. I glanced at my brother, as if he would somehow figure everything out by a simple question.
"Wonderful." I said, sending a glare at Jimin when Jungkook turned his back to get something out of the fridge. Jimin only smirked in response.
"Have any good dreams?" He said, and I resisted the urge to hit him. He knew too, and relished in the fact.
"Plenty." I mumbled, trying to keep any annoyance out of my tone. I swear if Jimin asked me another damn question—
"How late did you stay up? You seem tired." I was nearly bursting at the seems, debating whether the look on Jimin's face when I smacked him upside the head was worth Jungkook finding out about our friendship.
"You okay?" My brother asked, and I flipped my head up to look at him. What the hell was Jimin doing, teasing me like this? I was going to give everything away because Jungkook could read me like a book.
"I'm fine." I snapped, and I already knew I made a mistake as soon as the sharp words left my mouth.
"You don't sound fine." Jungkook deadpanned, looking at me with concerned eyes.
"I just...didn't get enough sleep. Jimin was right. I think I'll go back to bed, actually." Jungkook said nothing, but was suspiciously staring at me. I gave Jimin a stern look as I passed him, and motioned for him to follow me upstairs. He didn't have a reaction, but I could tell he saw.
In a few minutes, my bedroom door opened and Jimin slipped inside.
The first thing I did was smack his head. Not to hard, but enough to get my point across.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered fiercely, but he only looked at me with wide innocent eyes.
"You're cute when you're mad." He said, and ruffled my hair. I slapped his hand away.
"Shut up! Jimin—"
"I was just kidding! You're too easy to tease." I sighed, my anger dispersing. I had a sudden, very strong urge to hug him. I bet he gave great hugs.
"I'm sorry. I was just nervous Jungkook would figure everything out." I said, my anger quickly dispersing.
"You know, the hardest part about this is having to pretend we don't know each other at all. As if we haven't talked for hours and hours about...everything. Why does it matter if Jungkook knew we were friends anyway?"
I wanted to say that it was because it felt like we could be something more then friends.
I didn't say that.
"Because I don't want him to hate me. I can't have him hate me." Jimin nodded, slowly putting the pieces together. I had lost my older brother once. I couldn't deal with having him leave me again. The ring on my finger, the one Jungkook had given me, became a heavy weight.
Instead of saying anything, he just pulled me into a hug. I could really tell the difference between our sizes then. He was like a wall built to protect me from the world.
His hugs were as amazing as I expected.
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