I'm Not An Idol | p.jm

close - 07

It was crazy how close you can get with someone, even when you've only know them for a week. Especially when you tell the person your deepest secrets because the people you've known your whole life wouldn't understand.

My relationship—or friendship, I guess—with Jimin, was quite odd to say the least. We didn't do what normal friends do. We didn't go out to lunch or watch movies together or go on long car rides.

Our friendship was glances across the room and inside jokes. It was talking to each other for hours every night because both of us needed it. It was slipping notes under each other's doors. It was the frustration of having to stay hidden, but the thrill of having a secret.

It made me think about my boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend. I never talked about him. I hated even thinking about him. I tried my very best to forget he even existed.

Yet, Jimin reminded me of him. I hated that even more, because I knew Jimin was a way better person then he would ever be.

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It had been two days since Jimin had hugged me.

I have recently realized that I am the type of person who craves affection. Of any kind. From a lover or a friend or a sibling. I yearn for physical contact.

I remembered being like this as a child. With Jungkook mostly, and my parents. After Jimin's hug, my body had seemed to be reminded of the wonderful feeling you get when you touch another person you care for.

I confessed this to Jimin last night, and he had promised he would hug me more. He had said he was a touchy person too. My heart had fluttered, and my cheeks had blushed.

Jimin had not been joking.

It had become a game between the two of us. I was constantly being pulled into the bathroom or a closet or a bedroom only to have Jimin wrap his arms around me. Then I started doing the same thing, and we started keeping track of who hugged who, declaring a winner at the end of each day.

It was stupid, especially when I went to watch them practice. There was much less privacy there, and while I decided I wouldn't try anything, Jimin only toke it as a challenge.

I was talking with Soohyun when she asked me to grab her something from the vending machine down the hall. She was my unnie, so I quickly agreed, asking what snack she would prefer.

Walking down the hallway, I stared out the window to the streets below. We were quite high up. Enough so that the people looked like toys.

I was about to reach the vending machine when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, expecting it to be my brother or Soohyun.

"Jimin?" I asked quietly, looking behind him to make sure no one was there. He glanced too, ire in his eyes.

"I'll just give you the point, okay?" I said, putting my hands out in front of me in case he tried to advance. "But no hugs here, someone could—"

My words were cut off as Jimin pulled me into the supply closet we were standing next too. As soon as we were inside and the door was shut, he wrapped his arms around me. I sighed, leaning my head against his chest.

"First hug of the day, point goes to me. It's too easy to beat you. Sometimes I swear you let me win." He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I tried to keep my laughing minimal, so no one would hear us.

I pulled back from the hug a bit, just so I could see his face. Jimin's arms still encircled me, and I soon realized how very, very close our we were. I pushed my head back into his chest, hiding the blush that had spread across my face. He only chuckled.

"Naerin-ah? Are you out here?" I heard my brother yell from the hallway. I immediately grew stiff, my eyes widening.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." I whispered, hoping Jungkook wouldn't bother to check in the supply closet and just assume I went to the bathroom.

When I heard approaching footsteps I prayed to God, or whoever was out there, to not let him open the door.

I counted the long seconds in my head. He was probably just a few feet away by now, I squeezed Jimin's arm.

I stopped breathing when I heard his steps right outside the door. I could tell Jimin did as well.

Jungkook seemed to pause for a second, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think of ways to explain what he would see when he opened the door.

Then the floorboards creaked, signaling that he had continued down the hallway. I let out the breath I was holding.

"I told you." I said to Jimin, and slowly clicked the door open. My brother was nowhere to be seen. I ran to the woman's bathroom, and Jimin went back to the studio.

I couldn't help but smile and shake my head once I was alone in a stall.

~~~

"Please, oppa, please!" I begged the next day, tugging on my brother's arm. He only gave me an annoyed look.

We were at home, and the boys had just gotten back from a long day of practicing and preparing for a concert tomorrow. I hadn't gone with them today, simply because I was tired and didn't feel like waking up so early.

"I promise I'll stay out of the way! I'll just hang out with Soohyun the whole time." I said, trying to give my best pouty face. I really wanted to go to their concert.

"Naerin-ah, I don't want to have to worry about you while I'm performing." He said as he tried to shake me off him.

"I'm twenty now, a proper adult. You don't have to look after me like I'm a little kid. Please, I really just want to learn more about your life. You've told me over the phone, but I'd like to experience what you've been doing since you left." I pouted again, and Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Okay, fine. But just stay with Soohyun noona and the other stylists."

I smiled and hugged him, excited to see them perform with sparkly clothes and full makeup.

~End of Chapter~
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