misunderstood || bts x red velvet

➣ Thirty Nine

Saturday morning.

Seulgi was sat at her desk, scribbling more notes in the same purple metallic pen, since the rest of her pens ran out of ink. It was quite early, not early enough for a sunrise but early enough for most of the city to still be sleeping. She dropped her pen and clicked the home button on her phone: 8:47.

Jimin was still asleep next door, his door flung open since they had switched their air conditioners back on for the spring going on to summer semester. It was beginning to warm, but they switched the AC in the living room on instead of their own since they were comfortable enough with each other and didn't want to waste electricity.

Once again picking up her pen, Seulgi hovered over her brightly colored notebook, sighing as she got stuck. 

Again. 

Dropping the trusty pen, she snatched her black cased phone from the oak desk and flopped onto her newly made bed. She'd been studying since 7am, unable to relax.

Scrolling through her social media's, she ran over tweets about how 'excited' everyone is for a chance to chill that night. As she rolled across a tweet from Irene with a picture of her and Joy grinning from ear to ear in the mall, she heard a noise.

The apartment was empty besides the sleeping boy and herself. And the sound didn't sound human.

There was the sound again.

Jimin?

She dropped her phone onto the space beside her before cautiously stepping out to the living room.

There was it again.

And it was definitely coming from Jimin.

"Jimin?" The ravenette whispered, rounding the corner to the boys room. Jimin was lying above the comforter, the sheets a mess on the bed, along with him. His T-shirt was sticking to his skin with sweat and almost every inch of his bare skin was glistening with the liquid. Face pale and lips dry, Seulgi was frozen, trapped in a scene of a horror movie. He was writhing, mumbling incoherently with increasing volume.

He was having a nightmare.

Suddenly, he stopped, completely still, his chest barely moving with shallow breaths.

Oh my God is he dead?

Then something dripped down his cheek.

He was crying.

"Oh no." Seulgi muttered to herself, heart shattering at the sight. He looked so vulnerable. But she was stuck. She wanted to run to him, but she was frozen.

"Appa." Jimin cried softly. At the sound of his broken heart, Seulgi leaped into action, carefully setting her self on the bed next to him.

"Jimin." She spoke softly, lifting his damp neck and hair onto her lap. In other circumstances, she would've winced from the amount of sweat, but the fragility of Jimin was overcoming that thought. Another whimper escaped his luscious lips, now cracking.

"Eomma?" His hands released the sheets and pulled into him.

I'm sorry Chim.

"Jimin, Jimin wake up." Her voice was urgent now, she was scared. "Jimin please." Louder this time, urgency flooding her heart and vocal chords.

"Eom-" He stopped. Tears were falling from his eyes like a waterfall now and he was shivering despite the heat of his body.

"Jimin!" Seulgi cried, desperate to wake him. "Jimin please! Get up." She added the final bit with a breaking voice, scared for her life. She needed help.

And she knew just who to get.

Slowly, she shifted his head of her lap and began scooching off the bed when something sounded beside her.

"Seulgi." Jimin whimpered, with such a fragile tone.

"Chim." She was beside him in a flash, once again bringing his head onto her lap that was damp with a mix of both of their sweat now.

"I-I'm sorry." His blond bangs were sticking to his eyebrows, and the crystal tears were still falling.

"No, it's okay." She sat him up just enough so that she could wrap her small arms around his broad shoulders and hugged him tight as his tears soaked through the fabric of her shirt.

"I'm sorry." He whispered into her chest, arms pulled in for maximum warmth, because he was freezing despite the sweat. She rocked him gently, back and forth just like a real baby.

"Shh..." She silenced him and let him get his tears out, only stopping her rocking when he stopped hiccuping and the final tear dropped down. Seulgi swept her bangs aside, noticing that they were damp too, before sweeping Jimin's out of his eyes. He was still.

Too still.

"Please don't be dead." She whispered under her breath, laying his head down on the bed again. But she was reassured of his life when a small snore escaped his lips. She sighed, pulling her hair up to a bun before gently shaking the boy awake again.

"Jiminie." She spoke softly again as to not startle him. His eyes peeled open slightly, exhaustion paling his face and reddening the edges of his eyes. "Let's go to the sofa. You're gonna need to work with me." When she got his little nod of approval, she slipped her hands under his arms and brought him to a sitting position before lifting his arm to drape over her shoulders. Grunting, she stood, using up all the muscle in her legs to make a tiny step. She sighed, shifting Jimin into a more comfortable position on her before taking another step.

This is gonna take awhile.

When she finally got him to flop on the sofa, the first thing she did was flip the switch from studying Seulgi to Nurse Seulgi. Then she flipped the switch for the ceiling fan.

He was breathing normally now which allowed her to breathe normally too.

He'll be okay.

First things first, change.

He looked terribly uncomfortable in his sticky clothes so she went to take them off. She pulled his white tee of his body easily enough, but there was something she was forgetting.

Jimin used to dance.

His upper body was toned and with a sigh, Seulgi realized that she's never seen him totally, completely shirtless right in front of her since the day they moved in. She clenched her fingers to resist the temptation of tracing his abs and biceps and shook her head.

Focus, Seulgi. This is serious.

Still, she couldn't help but watch his chiseled chest rise and fall with every breath.

Kang Seulgi stop fantasising and focus.

She shook herself out of her stupor and went for the waistband of his shorts. Then she froze.

Do dudes wear underwear to bed?

She shivered at the thought of accidentally getting a peek at Jimin junior.

Seulgi stepped into his room and flung the door of his wardrobe open and spied a simple yet loose black tee to slip over the blonds head.

When she turned back to the living room, Jimin was sitting, facing the window, elbows on knees.

"Jimin." His head snapped to her in an instant and her blood ran cold.

He was staring at her with a burning look that only portrayed one thing:

Hate.