tutor ; park jimin

chapter VII

I was about to go to bed in the eerie silence of my house. My parents had just travelled again, and I could even call Yebin to sleep over, but she was studying for exams like crazy and I didn't want to be a bother again.

I lay down at about 11 pm, hearing every move I made, no one other than myself.

I close my eyes and cover myself with my blankets, it's not even before my brain can get the message that I'm going to sleep when my phone starts ringing next to me.

Who would be calling me at this hour?

I look over and Jimin's name pops up, I know this is one of his late night surprises, I'm not even gonna bother, so I let it go. But it rings again.

I start to worry, not once did he call me twice, perhaps because I always answered, but also, something's wrong and I could feel it now.

"Hello?" I answer the call.

"Minnie." he pants out.

"Jimin? Is everything ok-"

"I got into a fight. Please, I-" he says, almost in a groan, his difficulty to speak clear in his tone.

"What? Where are you?"

"I don't know I- Minnie, please come pick me up, everything hurts a-and I'm bleeding, I-"

"Send me your location, but do not hang up!" I say, standing up and sliding on my sandals.

"O-okay..." he pants out.

My phone vibrates as I put on a coat to leave the house.

"Okay, you're close to my place. I'll be there. Stay with me."

"Mhm."

"Where does it hurt?"

"E-everywhere- My ribs, my eyes, my head..."

"Goddamn it, Jimin. Are they gone? The people who beat you up?"

"Yeah, they ran away."

"Okay, okay. Hang on." I say, calling an uber, "I'll be there in a few minutes. Keep talking to me."

"I feel dizzy, Minnie. Please let me hang up." he whispers weakly.

"No. No, okay? Come on. Talk to me. H-how was your day? What did you do in the morning?" I try changing the subject.

"Minnie, please-"

"No." I say with a shaky voice as tears start forming on my eyes, "Do not hang up on me, Park Jimin." I swallow down the tears, I don't want him to worry, "T-tell me about your day."

"I-I woke up and went out with Taehyung for breakfast..." he starts, his tone weak, "Then I studied math a bit."

"Without me?" I fake jealousy as I get inside the car who had just stopped in front of me.

He lets out a little chuckle and confirms, "It's not that I don't need you, I just don't want to bother you."

"You don't bother me. I love teaching you."

"Really?"

"Of course." I say, "I'm on the uber already, okay? I'll be there in a second, hang on."

"Okay... Can I hang up now?" he asks.

"No. Stay with me, Park Jimin. You're not sleeping, I still don't know if you hit your head or not."

"I didn't, I didn't... Don't worry about me."

"Jimin, stop. I can't- Please." I say, my shaky voice coming back.

"Don't cry..."

"I'm not-"