I'm Not An Idol | p.jm

baby girl - 20

My eyes slowly cracked open, just enough to survey my surroundings. I was still hiding in the tiny break room Soohyun had led me to.

I toke my earbuds out, the once comforting loud music now obnoxious. I stretched and checked the time on my phone. It was almost three hours later! And I had dozens of missed calls and texts from Jimin and Jungkook, even a few from Namjoon.

Though I wasn't feeling overwhelmed anymore, I still didn't really want to see anyone. But, it was past lunch now and I was starving.

I looked around the break room, opened a few cabinets and drawers, but I couldn't find any food. Only coffee beans and sweeteners. I sighed, realizing I would have to leave if I wanted to eat.

I ran my fingers through my hair, and straightened out my clothes.

Time to face the outside world.

I slowly pushed the door open, and I couldn't help but think of all the times I snuck of the practice room back at the house. I smiled slightly, wishing our lives were more simple. If only I had met Jimin in Busan, before he became an idol. Maybe things would be different.

But it wasn't good to think like that, because I couldn't change the past.

I stepped out into the hallway, which was completely empty. I knew there was a café on this floor.

My hope was that I could grab some food and head back to the break room before anyone noticed me.

Nearing the end of the corridor, I glanced behind me.

No one was there.

I turned the corner, knowing the café was just around the bend...

And slammed into someone, their hands immediately reaching out to steady me. When I looked up, I thought that the universe must have a crude sense of humor.

"Naerin." Jimin sighed, and looked me up and down. I didn't move. "Where were you?"

"Somewhere." I said plainly. He just kept staring at me.

"Hey, I'm so so sorry about how Jungkook and I argued. You were completely right. It isn't our business or our decision."

Jimin reached out a hand in front of him, as if he was going to bruah the hair out of my face. But looking around, he quickly put his hand down.

"You worried us, disappearing like that. I could tell Soohyun noona knew where you were, but she wouldn't tell me—"

"I'm sorry too." I said quickly, putting aside my pride and cutting Jimin off. "I shouldn't have run away when things got a little emotional. It was childish." He frowned at me and titled his head.

"It wasn't. What we said wasn't fair. Just, let us know where you go next time? And that you're safe? With all the scandal problems and your boyfriend...I was scared for you." My heart melted a bit. I didn't deserve him.

I pulled him into a hug, not caring who saw anymore. He hesitated for a second, but wrapped his arms around me.

When we pulled apart I said, "He's my ex-boyfriend."

"Huh?" Jimin responded, looking down at me quizzically.

"You said 'your boyfriend,' but he isn't anymore."

"Oh." He toke a breath. "Is there someone else you would like to be dating?" His gaze sharpened as he stepped closer to me.

My heart was beating so fast I wasn't sure it was healthy. Jimin could surely hear it.

"Can I get an answer, Naerin-ah?"

God, I lost it every damn time he called me that.

Every. Damn. Time.

"I don't want to label this." I choked out, my throat closing up. I placed my hands on Jimin's chest, keeping him at arms length away. He looked slightly disappointed.

"Why not?"

"Because if it's official, then the press can use it against you." I whispered. "You should be dating some beautiful idol, not me."

"Naerin..." He said softly, his lips forming a sad smile.

"Please don't say that you think I'm perfect or amazing or some cliche shit." I couldn't hold his gaze.

"But that is what I think."

"Jimin. Please." I said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"You don't say my name enough. It sounds so nice coming from your pretty mouth." He smirked again, his fingers drumming on my hips.

"W-what has gotten into you today?" I stuttered, feeling flustered. He's never been so...sexual towards me before.

"Nothing." He responded sweetly.

"I should go talk to Jungkook." I said, trying to direct the conversation.

"I guess you should." He said with a tone that told me that this exchange wasn't over.

"He's in the practice room a level down. Remember he just wants to keep you safe." Jimin said, his sultry tone turning back to his usual bubbly voice.

"Thank you...Jimin-ah." I said with a smile and quickly started to walk away. Jimin laughed at me, but didn't move.

"You learn quick, baby girl." He yelled after me.  I rapidly pressed the elevator button, fanning my red face that would hopefully cool down before I spoke to my brother.

When I glanced back down the hallway, Jimin was already gone.

~End of Chapter~
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