𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 [P.JMxReader] ✔

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What mask shall I wear today,
To hide my pain?

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You were sitting in the spacious kitchen, looking at the cup with tea. You could smell delicious scent of levander and melissa coming from it.

You sipped from the cup, feeling warm liquid in your mouth. Tea was supposed to calm you down, yet it didn't.

Things weren't supposed to be this way at all. You weren't supposed to be in this house, you weren't supposed to be sitting in their kitchen, sipping calming melissa and levander tea. Instead, you were supposed to be running through the misty forest right now, panting and smiling unconsciously, thinking about how happy you'll be to see Duho.

Last night you had an idea. A good idea. Simply, you would lace some bedsheets together, throw it through the window, climb down and run away. Simple, right?

Wrong.

You took bedsheets from your king sized bed, closet and you even tried to tie up some towels, but the thread of bedsheets was too short. It was hanging at least six meters above the ground. You couldn't risk jumping from that high.

You thought, that maybe you'll just go downstairs and check for another escape, but all doors were locked and windows on the first floor had no handles.

That's how fastly your plan failed, but you still had hope. Actually, you even came up with another plan: you'd wait, until boys were gone from the house. Then, you'd go in their rooms and you'd take their bedsheets. You'd make a much longer thread of bedsheets, and maybe you'll manage to escape.

Yeah, you knew it. It was a stupid and unbelieveble plan, but the hope dies last, right?..

Your thoughts were interrupted by someone walking inside the kitchen. You rised your head and met deep, brown eyes. Awkwardness washed over you, as you remembered, how this boy touched your thigh yesterday. You could feel him feeling awkward too.

He was wearing his pajama pants and looked adorable in them, yawning and streching his back.

"Good morning" Jimin cheered and eyed you down. You were wearing blue sweater, the same sweater Jimin gave you the day you were kidnapped. It still smelled like honey and daisies.

"Hi" you simply said, returning your gaze to the cup of tea. "I should give you your sweater back..." you said, taking blue, fluffy drobe off of yourself. He immediatly stopped you.

"No, it's okay, you can have it." He said, giving you a reassuring smile. You gazed at him. "But..." you tried to make up an excuse, why you should give it back, but the pink haired boy interrupted you. "No buts."

You just nodded and continued to look at your cup. The boy sat down at the table. He bent his elbows, put them on the table and supported his chin with his palms. He was looking at you, drilling holes in your forehead.

You felt uncomfortable, like the pressure of the world was over your shoulders. You never liked when people were staring at you. You thought, they would see all your flaws and imperfections. If that happened and someone started to to stare at you, you would just stare back at them, making them look away. You always won those kind of gaze wars.

You lifted your head up just to be met by a cute boy. You could see his pink locks falling on his forehead flawlessly, you could see his plump, cherry lips and small hands. His botton nose was so cute and his eyes... his eyes were small, but yet so deep, like enormous brown pools that were about to drown you in their deepness...