Chocolate Bar-bie

11

"Jimin"

I sat at the edge of my bed staring at my door. Jungkook stood in the frame of it. I tensed up and furrowed my brows.

"W-why did you follow me?" I asked.

He didn't even knock on the door, he simply invited himself into my house.

"I'm making sure you don't kill yourself for real" He looked more worried than he sounded.

I shifted my gaze to my desk. It sat in front of my window. My curtains were closed, the only light in the room was the bits that peeked through my window. The overall setting was gloomy. Him being here didn't help that aura any.

"Please just go away. I really don't care anymore." I said without any real emotion in my voice.

If Jungkook hadn't barged in, I'd either be on the verge of getting up and hanging myself or sleeping. The fact that I'm not entirely sure which of the two I'd prefer right now is scary to me. There's that little part of me that's still afraid to do it, but the way I feel about everything contradicts that. If I do end it all, it would be spontaneous.

"Come on, You're our friend, Jimin." He scoffed.

"What friends make fat jokes, then force you to eat in front of them? What friends shove and kick each other? You guys made me stay home because I collapsed on Jin's birthday. I had no control over that."

Jungkook's head fell. I could see the tint of pink that shaded his cheeks. At this point it's almost comical of him to keep pretending.

"What friend shoves you into the road? Jungkook, what kind of friend tells you to kill yourself? All because I didn't help you with your homework. I'm dealing with enough, I don't have time to help every idiot that needs it"

"We're sorry..." He spoke quietly.

For once, Jungkook was the one who was small, not me.

Still, I shook my head and stuck my tongue in my cheek. I tried not to laugh bitterly.

"You can't speak for all of you. Besides, I know you aren't. They aren't. You have to know what you're doing is sick, but you still took things to the next level. Couldn't you see I hated it?"

Jungkook stepped forward. He sat beside me on my bed. Reaching out for me. Wanting to wrap his arms around me like it would put me at ease. God, he really is an idiot. I shrugged away his arms and scooted away.

"Don't touch me" I spat.

"Jimin, come here. Just let me comfort you for once" His frown deepened.

I moved even farther away, as if to simply say no again. This time he didn't protest. He let out a breathy sigh and stood back up. He walked over to the desk, where my gaze was mostly set. He pulled out his phone to check it. When he was done, he let his arm fall to his side.

"I'm sorry, ok? I really am sorry." He sounded honest.

How can he say sorry now though? How can he do everything he did and suddenly be sorry? Tomorrow will be no different. At this point, I know better.

"Then why-"

"I like you" He blurted, cutting me off.

I froze.

"I've liked you for a while now. I'm sorry I've been treating you like crap. I don't mean it at all, I really don't. Please don't see me how you see the other guys. I care"

I shook my head and looked down at my hands. How can he say these things? That he cares, that he likes me. I don't care how anyone feels about me anymore.

I glanced over at him. He smiled sadly. Setting his phone against my books on my desk. I looked back down at my hands as soon as he started to walk forward.

I still don't care. I'm just confused. He sounded honest, but how can I trust anything he says? He's been so back and forth with me before. It's probably a joke.

The chocolate incident played in my mind. His hand full of pieces moving closer to my face. The taste was stuck in my mouth.

He sat beside me. Wrapping an arm around me. One hand on my shoulder, rubbing his thumb into the curve of it. The other hand cupping my cheek to lift my head. I lifted my head higher than his hand, silently rejecting the gesture.

I took in all his features. He is good looking, I've thought about this before. All of them are good looking. I can't say that eases how uncomfortable I feel. He acted similar to this at the sleepover. I dodged it completely then.  Being good looking doesn't fix things.

He's leaning in.

"Jungkook?" I questioned him.

He pecked my lips. I didn't kiss back.

He laid me back and moved on top of me.

"You don't wanna do this" I whispered awkwardly.

He smiled at me before closing his eyes again. He pecked my lips once more. I didn't do anything to stop him, I don't care to.

"Of course I do, let me show you how I feel"

At least I'll get something out of this shitty experience, I guess.

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What you guys think?
This is a class assignment, so ofc no smut.
Anyways yeah- what u think will happen?
Ofc ik, but I'm still interested in how u guys are seeing and interpreting it all