His Flower || UNDERGOING EDITING

Something Sparked

Ara's P.O.V.

"I...care...what?!"

Slowly I start to wake up from my deep sleep. My body lays underneath a thick warm blanket and white micro fiber sheets. Not wanting to leave the bundle of blankets, I stretch out my legs and arms relieving the tension that's grown. My muscles are tight and sore; aching at every little movement. Instantly I curl back up hoping to go back to sleep a continue my dream, but I keep hearing yells from another room.

Reluctantly, I pry my sleep crusted eyes open and take a second to look around the room. My eyes freeze; my breath hitches, and my alert eyes scan the bare room . Beside the bed is a nightstand with some water and head ache medicine, a small closet is across from the bed, and a dresser is tucked neatly in the corner. The carpet looks worn and the curtains flow from the wind blowing through the slightly cracked window.

I slowly make my way out of the bed trying to remember where Jimin is. The covers are tossed off and my feet slowly meet the cold cream carpet. For a moment the room around me begins to slowly spin and I feel like I'm about to puke. I close my eyes and hold my head in attempts to shake the feeling.

Breath in...out...in...out.

After about five minutes the queasiness dies down and the head ache medicine is in my system. Standing proves to be more difficult than I thought. My legs vigorously shake causing me to lean on the wall for support.

I try thinking of the many places I could be but none seem to ring a bell. The last thing I remember is Jim...Jimin! Where is he?! Last thing I remember seeing was him being held in the air.

My search for the flame haired boy begins and I walk as quickly and steadily as I can out the bedroom door. The hallway is just like the bedroom; bare and bland.

"Do you love her?" The familiar voice of Yoongi stops me dead in my tracks, right at the stairs. My body internally freezes and I hold my breath.

Down the stairs I can see the outline of Yoongi and Jimin in the kitchen. His face looks offended and it breaks my heart. He's been persistent on making sure I know he likes me and when asked the question he gives Yoongi this look?

It's almost nail biting watching him contemplate his words. His small hands run through his hair multiple times and he starts to bite his own nails. Yoongi however, sits idol waiting for the response; just like me.

Before answering Jimin licks his plump lips and begins.

I wish I could kiss them so I don't have to hear what he has to say.

"Her? You really think I loved her? She was just some hoe looking for a pretty boy to sleep around with." His body is casually leaned against the counter and he throws his hand in the air, but his words are sharp like a knife. Yoongi just sits there, shaking his head yes as if he already knew the answer to the question. My eyes grow wide and my mouth a gap as I continue to listen to his words.

"She was always wanting something from me, whether it be new shoes, a dress, even just money in general. How could I love someone that just wants my money? Why would I want someone that is willing to cheat on me with my best friend?!" Jimin's voice starts to slowly raise and I can see the red in his neck crawl further and further up.

As his face is covered in anger, mine is coated in salty tears.

"She really did mess you up huh?" Yoongi chuckles underneath his breath and crosses his arms over his chest.

Jimin reaches into the fridge, that's just a little taller than himself, and grabs a cold beer. Taking a quick swig and then placing it on the counter; forgetting it.