ii. hidden feelings

009. don't

jeongguk. such mellifluous voice woken me up, a soft touch against my cheek, greeting me with a delightful smile to start a day.

still remaining in a drowsy state, i was never too sleepy to give seokjin a morning kiss. as i did, he moved away, scrunching his face.

"morning breaths,"

i chuckled upon his statement, standing up as i head towards the washroom.

i walked out, immediately making my way towards seokjin as i reached for his hand, wanting to hold it.

he let mine slip around his until he could feel the heat of my palm pressed against his own. the moment our hands made contact, a sudden fatal felt sting possesses my entire arm. with that, i pulled away my hand, hissing in great pain as i massaged my hand, hoping the sting would go away.

"jeongguk!"

"are you okay?"

"did i hurt you?"

"i'm fine. i don't really know how did i get hurt though?"

purple welts were scattered across my hand like some sort of a disease. it hurt as i tried moving it. an utter fear i felt, confusion taking a small part of my feelings.

"jeongguk..."

"i'm really sorry! i'll go get so—"

i held him back, looking desperately into his eyes, "it wasn't your fault,"

"i don't know how did this happe—"

park jimin.

"h-hyung,"

"i'm going to the hospital,"

"please, do not follow me, please."

"but, jeongguk—"

"just listen to me, don't follow me."