Exotic Dancer [MYGxPJM]

7.

Jimin

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It was easy to find Min yoongi's phone number. It wasn't the first place I thought of, but the tattoo shop was my luck. The first text I send him scares me as I lay down in bed. I can't believe I just send him a message. I'd never do that. Why did I do that? I think about blocking him, but before I can do anything to save myself from Junseo's hands, he already texts back.

Yoon:
Stalker

I chuckle. He isn't bothered by it. He doesn't mind. I dim the light of my screen and stare at the text. So what comes next? How am I supposed to answer this? I type in a few things and decide to send the literal dumbest answer. He's not looking for such short replies, Jimin.

You:
:).

Yoon:
What makes sweet, infamous
Park Jimin text Yoongi?

He makes me chuckle. I seem to like talking to him through text already. I bite on my nail as i think of my next answer. It's 1:36 AM. I should be asleep. But he responded to my smiley, something I could never respond to. 

You:
I actually needed someone to talk to.

Yoon:
So there Jimin was, in need of
Company, trying to find the
Number of Min Yoongi.

You:
Poetic.

It saddens me that i really do need someone to talk to. Yoongi doesn't know me all that much. He can't give advice or judge me, he can only listen with his cute ears that redden when he gets flustered. I've noticed. Yoongi seems like the person i can talk to about what happened today.

Yoon:
You wanna call?

The words make me gulp as they pierce through my skull.

You:
Be very quiet, then.

The excitement that roars in my stomach as i stare at the phone number is what makes me push down the button. I am calling him. Junseo will kill me. He will.

"Park Jimin.. i never thought that you could rebel like this.." His voice is as sweet as honey. "Why are you up so late?" He cares. He wants to know. "I uh.. well i actually needed to talk about my day but.. my friends are asleep and i.. i just feel like i..i.." "it's ok. Take your time. I'll be here the whole ride." Min Yoongi has an interesting way of choosing his words and sentences. It sometimes sounds like he only spits out poems. And I seem to like that. "Are you there?" My eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice. 'No, sorry. I was thinking about you.' I think to myself.  I do everything in my power to try to put my thoughts away. Thoughts of holding Yoongi's hand, kissing Yoongi's lips and thoughts of Yoongi's veiny hands holding onto my hips as he- "Jimin?" "Yes. Sorry. I was trying to figure out how to start.." The silence was as sharp as a knife. I bite on my bottom lip. Focus, Jimin. Don't act like a callboy. I chuckle at the thought of teasing Yoongi through the phone. "You see.. I found a bottle of pills on the bed of my boyfriend.." "His bed?" "We don't sleep in the same room.." "Sad.." "I like my privacy.." We start wandering off, talking about why I don't sleep in the same bed as Junseo. "Anyways.. I tried confronting my boyfriend with my find.. but the bastard just turned the whole conversation around and started saying I shouldn't be looking through his stuff.. I wasn't even looking through his stuff! It was on his bed!" "He's a prick.." I feel weird telling about this so openly. The next part is what I struggle with. "He just.. when my boyfriend.. is angry at me or.. when he just.. feels like it.. he.. likes to.. well.. I am not as strong as he is so.. he just.."