His Flower || UNDERGOING EDITING

The Truth

And once again, we're switching to Jimin's perspective. I really hope ya'll don't mind me switching the perspectives sometimes. I just think this chapter would be really good in Jimin's eyes instead of Ara's. Enjoy my lovelies!

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Jimin's P.O.V.

I look out of the corner of my eye and see Ara looking out the window. She has her legs crossed in her lap and her head is propped on her hand. I can see her body still shaking. Trying to process the scene that just happened.

Turning my attention back to the road I can't help but think why Jungkook was with Ara in the first place. And what caused him to start yelling at her? In the moment I couldn't think rationally. All I could focus on was Ara being backed into a corner. And once I saw it was Jungkook who was towering over her, I just saw red.

"I swear to God if he put a hand on you." I say under my breath watching the traffic on the street.

"And what if he did?" Ara heard me. She was still looking out the window with a straight face.

This question shut me up real quick. But not for long, until I found a great answer.

"Then I guess I'd have to teach someone to not touch something that's not theirs." I smirk at her as I say these words. I haven't talked to her like this in a while. I like seeing her reaction to my words.

I see her face turn a little shade redder but it's replaced with a frustrated expression. I just crack a laugh and continue driving.

"Where are we going?" Rain starts to patter on the windshield and I turn the wipers on, on my car.

"First, I have a stop we need to make." My voice comes out casually, but my heart is racing like crazy. Just being in a car with this girl makes me feel on fire.

"Why can't you just take me home?" Ara puts her arm down and sits up in her seat. Her head turns towards me and I can feel her eyes burning holes in the side of my head. The words come out genuine but they also seem a little annoyed.

"Do you really want to go back home to what you call a mother?" The moment the words left my lips I knew what I said was wrong and harsh. I turn to apologize but I'm taken back by her expression. She looks like a deer in headlights.

I don't say anything else, afraid that I might make it worse. The rest of the ride is silent and the sound of rain hitting the window does good to keep some noise in the air.

We pull up to the place I needed to stop at. My house.

"Aish! Why do they have to be here?" I see my parents car in the driveway. I'm in my mom's car because on their last trip they both took my dad's car.

"What do you need to do here?" Ara asks me. And to be honest, I'm not in the mood to answer that question right now.

"Just stay in the car." I take the keys out of the car and get out of my seat. But Ara decides to be difficult.

"I'm not staying out here by myself in a neighborhood I don't even know." She begins to unbuckle her seat belt and get out of the car. But, I really don't need my parents to see her and start assuming things. It will cause a mess that doesn't need to be made.

I lean back in the car so I can look her right in those piercing eyes.

"Look, if you get out then my parents will let their imaginations run wild and start thinking things that are not true. So just please listen to me for once, and stay in the car." My voice is soft and my eyes are sincere.