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My mouth slightly parted as I opened the door to our so called guest room. It was more like a welcoming prison stay, but I didn't mind at all. I pushed past the heavy door, letting my eyes scan every corner.
"It's so beautiful." I whispered, touching every spec of wood.
"Are you talking to yourself again?" Jimin muttered, before walking into the room. He looked over his shoulder, and back at me.
"What." I asked with a devious smile.
"T-the room. It can't be for us.." He doubted me, and turned towards the door.
"Jimin! It's our room, I promise." I pulled his arm towards the edge of the bed. He flopped onto the comfy mattress, still confused.
He tilted his head. "I thought this place was poor."
"They are. Maybe they have a few rooms for guests." I shrugged my shoulders, hoping to have answered his question.
He lightly slapped his thigh. "Damn, if only we could-"
Jimin stopped once he saw my raised brow and smug look. He brought himself off the bed, and made his way to my side.
"Do you really think that's a good idea?" He scratched his head. "There aren't any um-curtains."
I chuckled, causing him to frown.
"What?" He crossed his arms.
I continued to giggle, while trying to also contain myself. "It's just that, I'd never imagine the one and only Park Jimin worrying about his, how do I say this, surroundings.."
He sighed, sitting back onto the bed. "I'm just worried about you, okay?"
"Me?" I furrowed my brows. "Worried about what?"
He licked his lips, and I noticed his cheeks turn a light pink. "Losing you."
I quickly brought my hand to his, warming his cold skin. "Jimin, I'm safe now."
"Not like that." He muttered, but I caught onto his words. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to understand his words.
"What are you talking about?" I tried to get his attention, but he wouldn't take his eyes off the wooden door.
"Jimin." I shook his shoulders, moving so that I was in front of him. "You're worried I'll stop loving you."
Jimin stayed silent, but you could still hear the strong gulp that hid his fear. He didn't know what it felt like to lose something until it actually happened, and even though he got it back, it still feels missing.
