The Girl Behind The Camera | A Park Jimin's Story

Misunderstandings

It's too late for you to react anything, you are too shocked you can't even let out a whisper. You bring your hands up, trying to unleash the hand's grip of your mouth but it is to no avail as you can feel another hand slither to your waist, as the unknown person lifts you of the pool and withdraws a few steps. When you finally can feel your voice is ready to be vocalled out, you are about to scream to the top of your lungs when suddenly someone whispers to your left ear.

"Relax, y/n. It's me,"

You drop your feet on the ground and feel the grip of the waist is loosen a bit. Jimin removes his hand of your mouth as you spin yourself to face him, his hand still on your waist. Jimin's devilish smirk drop to a frown, as he can see your tears trickle down your cheeks.

"You think that's funny? Freaking me out like I'm about to get kidnapped?" you voice out, choking on your own tears. If Jimin is planning to jumpscare you, he has done an outstanding job.

"Well, you think that's funny? Leaving the front door unlocked and when I entered in, I saw the sliding door is wide opened, freaking me out cause I thought you were kidnapped?" the playfulness in his voice has disappeared in a snap of a finger, making you gulp in terror.

"I-I-I'm s-sor-ry," you stammer hard as you can feel a lump on your throat. You can't help to burst into tears when Jimin pulls you in for a tight embrace, as you loop your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I scared you too much, sweetie," he says softly, almost like a heavy whisper. He tightens his arms around your waist as you shake your head gently, still sobbing silently.

"Promise me never do that again, okay?" he moves his palm vertically on your back, as tender as he can. He can feel you nod a little, making the grey head finally smile fondly.

After your sobs turn into soft sniffles, both of you finally unhook the hug and withdraw a step away from each other, just realizing how much private space both of you have invaded to each other's. Jimin's eyes lay on your bare legs as your oversized black sweater falls on your mid thighs, and it almost seems like you have no pants beneath. Jimin averts his eyes away quickly, as he gulps to hide the desire of staring on that skin again.

Get a grip of yourself, Jimin.

"I don't think the party's over. Why are you here?"

Jimin, who is looking away quickly turns his head to you, as he awkwardly caressing his nape and clears his throat. You quirk your eyebrow, weirded out by the sudden awkward gestures by the guy who always be smooth and bold all the time.

And Jimin's cheeks are concentrated with shades of red, you wonder how many shots he chugged tonight.

"Oh. Erm. Jungkook is wasted, so Taehyung is worried and asked me if they can get home earlier," Jimin mutters with his eyes wandering all over the place, other than you.

You know it's too early for Jungkook get wasted to be honest, but you just keep your mouth shut.