Let Go

Chapter 5

Time passed. The days that you spent together became something valuable rather than some kind of obligation. Visits borne out of empathy for you eventually turned into a routine, becoming trite. And as the healing of your wounds grew, so did your friendship.

"Yah! I was sitting there a while ago," Hoseok points at Taehyung. Taehyung only gives his hyung a sheepish smile and doesn't bother to stand up from his comfortable position on the carpet.

Child

"I'm going to make some popcorn," you announce to everyone.

"I'll help you!" Jungkook shouts from his seat on the couch and follows you to the kitchen.

"Ow! Y/N! Hobi hyung hit me with a pillow!" smack "Ow!"

"Children," you mutter under your breath, shaking your head and letting out a chuckle.

"Which flavor?" Jungkook asks as he opens the pantry.

"Butter and cheese."

"Seriously, how are you the maknae?" you turn to Jungkook after placing one packet in the microwave. Jungkook laughs at your question before looking at the kitchen's doorway to find Taehyung hiding behind a throw-pillow while Hoseok aims his at the younger.

As he continues to watch his hyungs fight, you find yourself studying his features. You notice the creases on his smooth face, and also the scar on his cheek. His hair's softness becomes inviting, making you want to run your hands through it. You also notice the bags under his eyes due to his make-up free look, which you always admire on him and the other members. Then there are his lips; you observe it lacked in plumpness – something Jimin's lips exhibit, but the way he runs his tongue over the bottom lip, dampening it, still makes you want to – no, I shouldn't be thinking like this.

He's a friend, Y/N.

Your ex's friend.

More like brother.

Fuck.

"Y/N?" you look up to see Jungkook looking at you with confusion written on his face. "Are you okay? I think you zoned out."

"Y-yeah. I'm fine. I just had a lot to think about."

Like your face.

And hair.

And lips.

Stohb it.

"Oh, okay. Well the popcorn's ready. Let's pop the other one in the microwave then we can go back to the living room."

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"Who chose this movie? I'm going to kill you!" You yell as another scream comes from the screen. "Taehyung!" they all say in unison.

"Alright. Everyone's sleeping over. You dimwits owe me this one." You tell the guys from your current position on the couch – curled up to a ball beside Yoongi.

"I'll text Jiwoon hyung," Namjoon takes his phone from his pocket and begins to type away.

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You all decide to sleep in the living room. Mattresses have been laid on the floor, enough to fit eight people.

"I'll sleep on this side," you point to the far-left end, the one closest to the couch. "I'm taking this spot," Jimin immediately points to the spot beside yours.

He panics internally as he sees the questionable looks given to him by his members. Neither of you have told the members about your past seeing as literally no one knew about it – not your parents, not Jiwoon, and not even Nanhee.

"Jimin, you can take the other end. One of us can stay there, whoever Y/N will be comfortable with, that is. You never really liked sleeping in the middle."

He's jealous, your conscience tells you.

No, he's not.

"No, it's okay. I'll be fine sleeping in the middle."

Why am I getting jealous? Jimin asks as he mentally scolds himself for letting him sleep in the middle.

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The faint smell of Jimin's cologne makes you aware of the close proximity of your bodies. As you try to keep your position with your back facing him, you can't help but have flashbacks of the ghost's face from the movie. With the lights switched off, you get even more scared as you try to erase the images in your head.

Fuck it, you tell yourself as you decide to turn around and face Jimin's chest.

"Can't sleep?"