TRUST ME ((jimin YANDERE X Reader 21+))

EIGHT: it scares me

You p.o.v

$146.34.

That was all you had left in your chequing account.

"Oh my god...."

This was not the Monday morning you had imagined you would be having.

Raking your hands through your hair, you navigated to credit history, trying to understand how twenty one hundred dollars had quite literally vanished from your stash in under a week. But between tuition, a never-ending cell bill, rent, and all the other random crap you had to buy when moving to a new place, it wasn't too hard to see what the issue was.

You needed another source of income.

And fast.

"Y/n?"

Head whipping up, you minimized the window faster than a spider running from a broom and looked over at your friend. "Yes?"

Jihyo waved her cell phone from across the English building lunch table, her perfectly manicured nails glinting. "Do you happen to have an iPhone charger?"

I'm almost broke. Almost flat broke.

"No, sorry." Your eyes went back to your screen, fingers never typing part time jobs near me so fast in your life. Thank god you had allocated money for the next 2 months' rent....But what about the rest of the lease? Or groceries? And sudden club charges? OUTSTANDING INTEREST???

"So I'm thinking we should pick up some alcohol after school today," Jihyo's voice broke through your NVB, as if to deter the panic further. "What do you think? Three bottles of wine and four packs of soju?"

Alcohol? No no no, you couldn't buy stuff like that right now, you--

"Why do we need alcohol, and so much of it?' you wondered, trying to hold back your urge to start crying. "Are you stocking up or something? I saw a whole bottle of vodka on top the fridge too."

But this was the wrong thing to say. Your friend's eyes immediately popped out of her head, face shocked.

"Oh my god y/n, I told you this two times already. We're having a gameboard night on Saturday at our place! I already invited everybody! Moonbin, Eunwoo, Jeongyeon, Henry, Dahyun, Jimin...."

Your stomach nearly flipped at the last name.

Oh god.

Not Jimin.

There was no way in hell you were going to relive the awkward, embarrassing study session of two days ago that had ended in you lying about forgetting your notes at home so you could escape the mess that was you around men. Truthfully, Jimin's actions had both scared and unnerved you. You had already been uncomfortable going behind your friends' backs and meeting him privately when Jihyo was the one everyone had shipped him off with.

But never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that he would touch you in a weirdly intimate way too.

It was nothing, of course. Friendly gestures, an accident even. You had imagined a thousand different scenarios as to why his toes had curled around the sole of your foot, why his fingers had brushed your ankle, nails catching the rim of your sock like he meant to remove it and...and...