Numb; Yoonmin + Namjin

Chapter 7: Part 2

YOONGI POV

The soft hand on my shoulder helped me calm down a bit. I turned to look at who just stopped me from having a panic attack.

Jimin, I thought as I stared deep into his eyes. I snap out of my trance when he asks for the second time if I'm ok.

I wasn't sure if he was asking because he was worried or because he wanted to walk away now since he was probably uncomfortable. But for some reason, I didn't want him to leave. I wanted to hold him, and kiss his chubby cheeks.

Dammit Yoongi, don't mistake gratefulness for love.

"I-I'm fine," I whisper, but he heard me and smiled at me, his eyes turning into crescents.

"That's good, can I sit with today?" Jimin asked, still smiling brightly. I nod slowly, not very sure why he even bothered asking.

We both sat down and began eating in silence. I noticed him limping when he walked the last few steps to the table, I looked down the see his ankle wrapping neatly in a bandage. I was wondering what happened, but I didn't want to press on the subject, I knew I would hear about it while walking down the hall.

I could tell he was uncomfortable with the deafening silence, but was too nerves to say anything. On the other hand, I was vey comfortable with the silence between us as I kept eating my lunch.

Jimin cleared his throat and turned to me, "Hey, can we friends?" He asked shyly. He was bright red, probably from the fact that he doesn't usually ask to be friends with people, they just approach him. He was probably nervous about me rejecting his offer a second time, as I seem like the loner type. I just like to alone, but Namjoon is the only person I've been close to. I pushed everyone else away, afraid they would leave me like they always do. They'll find me weird, or be my friend out of pity. I just can't make room for anyone else in my heart, my heart is filled to the top of my depression and sorrow.

I narrowed my eyes at him in confused. "I-I mean, o-only I-if you want t-to! M-maybe not. I-I'll leave if you're uncomfortable-"

Jimin broke whatever type of eye contact we had as he babbled, and looked down at his lunch. As he was rambling he somehow ended up playing with his fingers, smiling shyly at the table as if it was a human.

"Sure," I lowly, cutting him off. ''We can meet after school," Jimin smiled at me again and my heart fluttered.

Wait what.