unafraid [bts x you]

xiv. it starts

The moment I stepped back into the room, I was met with pissed off snaps of "What took you so long" and "The food is cold now" (all mostly from Yoon-gi, of course), so I went straight into warming up their food again on the stove, the pan now heavier than I remembered. My head was still, without question, downstairs. I was distracted, and I was also trying to distract myself from the initial distraction. I didn't know how to feel about the kiss. In all actuality, I didn't know how to feel really about anything anymore. Jin, the boys, what I was doing here... I knew if this got out, it would stir so many problems, especially if it had been a mistake on Jin's behalf, and I didn't blame him, no, I wasn't upset or felt angry that he'd just kissed me. I just felt like somehow, I'd caused his explosion. Sure, a kiss was better than a punch in the face any day, so maybe it was just that, an emotional explosion, which was nothing new from them—

A white, blinding pain suddenly shot from my finger to my arm and I screamed, dropping the eggs. Because I was focusing on something other than the breakfast, I hadn't realized that my finger was resting on the edge of the pan, and once it was hot enough to hurt me, that's when I felt it burn and I jumped, pulling my hand back with a whine after letting out a loud 'Shit!'.

The pan clattered to the floor, making a mess, and I cradled my hand. My eyes, vision slightly blurred with tears, went to the now ruined breakfast. There was silence after my outburst, and my stomach dropped when footsteps got closer. I dropped to my knees and started cleaning up with my good hand. I waited for one of them to hit me. I had ruined their breakfast, cussed out loud... I was going to be in so much trouble. The kiss momentarily left my mind, and I wish I had been conscious of it so I could be happy instead of terrified of what was to come.

Someone put their hand on my shoulder and I flinched.

"Y/n, get up," Jin's voice said, and I felt myself start to shake, but I stood up anyway. Jin started to lead me out of the kitchen, and although my eyes were still on the ground, I could hear the boys start to clean up my mess, without another word exchanged. Not even Yoon-gi, who had been the one complaining about the food being cold. Not even Yoon-gi. I started to question my safety.

We were out in the halls now, heading to my room. The silence all the way there was painful. Jin normally didn't speak, but so much was happening all at once, it was making me doubt normalities. Was he always this quiet?

"Jin—"

"Let me see your hand."

Jin opened the door to my room and nodded his head for me to sit on the bed. I shut up, walking over to sit down, waiting for him to close the door behind us before extending my hand to him. I could see a blister forming and tried to hold back my disgust. Jin gave it a quick glance before heading into the bathroom, shuffling around the cabinets to find some ointment.

I tried to focus on the egg that had smeared on the top of my shoe to keep from talking. Then I tried to focus on the sounds outside of the room in case the boys came rushing in with hunger-fueled anger, but it was quiet, or at least, on the floor we were on, there was no noise. I was irritated that on the one day I wanted the boys to be loud and yelling right outside my door, they had decided to give me some peace and quiet out of respect for what had happened. No one was cussing anyone out, no one was hitting or kicking the walls. All there was was the sound of the sink running and cupboard doors opening and closing.

A few seconds after I came back from being so mindful of my surroundings, Jin popped out of the bathroom back a few seconds later, motioning for me to sit on the toilet and he chose to sit on the edge of the bathtub, taking my hand in his lap and applying the burn cream. I hissed as it made the pain go from hot to cold and I swore that Jin let out a small, quiet but definite chuckle.