Make A Wish | PJM

Chapter Twenty Five

It has been two weeks since the incident with Felix. The two genies have been trying to look for Woozi, day and night, dusk till dawn, 24/7. Jin left the house angrily that day to the realm, to give Woozi, 'a piece of his worldwide handsome mind', but has not seen a single dust of him ever since.

On the contrary, Hoseok still remains stoic and cold towards Taehyung, refusing to make amends with the troubled blonde. And, to make things a little more bitter,

Jimin hasn't either.

Giving the cold shoulder to Taehyung may hurt the man's feelings, but it certainly won't help the fact that he slut shamed you, recalling you as someone who can be easily manipulated and toyed, like if he owns you in that way.

A doll waiting to be played with it's next player, as the player may or may not hate the horrendous game of vulnerability.

Jimin has been around you like an adhesive, immensely glued to you, that it's difficult to do things without being double trialed and followed.

"Jimin I can walk to class by myself." You declare nonchalantly, waiting for him to stop acting like a mother to her child.

You were currently walking with Jimin to your English class. You did not know that he was going to freak out when you stated that it's on the opposite side of campus,

But little did you know that apparently that class is a 'incident waiting to happen'.

Jimin is currently holding your hand, not realizing the concurrent image he is displaying among the rest of the school. You surprise yourself with your lack of reaction towards this predicament, but how can you react when he has been doing this for the past two weeks now; mindlessly treating you like,

His girlfriend.

Okay maybe I should start panicking. Your eyes flicker to the clasped hands dangling every time the two of you walk. You begin to feel your hand perspire, allowing you to enter into a full panic mode as the palms of your hand is starting to become sweaty. Jimin notices the sudden change of air and looks at you with a small smile.

"We both know that if you walk to class by yourself, something might happen again," He states with a hint of 'I told you this already'.

"You really scared me, Yeona." Your breath hitches as he squeezes your hand as a signal of comprehension, his eyes staring into your soul. Your eyebrows scrunch up in surprise at his remark. He was scared because of me?

Let's be real here, never would you have been able to come this far if it weren't for that stupid wish.

Huh, I guess the wish did kind of work. I should probably stop calling it stupid, then.

"Y-you were scared?" You ask. Jimin nods, looking at the scenery that is passing by him as he continues to walk you to class.

"Yes, I was," he says, "you know—" Jimin hesitates, making the two of you stop walking. You look at him with wide eyes, carefully analyzing his facial expression. You see him battling with himself whether he should say it, or not. A long pause awaits in the air, leading towards a tense atmosphere the two of you would want ever. Eventually he obliges, since time is running out for you to actually get to class. He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

"You know, Yeona, over the past few months of getting to know you and stuff, you've come along the way of actually being a really good friend of mine," he pauses due to his nervousness. He wipes his hands across his jeans, and clears his throat.

"When I saw you unconscious, it scared me because I didn't want a lose a really good friend that I've been beginning to like very much."

You look at him in awe.