Destiny.

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This chapter is for @nahskinnyflat since she Kinda threatened me if I didn't post a chapter so..

"You did well hiding your bruises with makeup. I'm sure you didn't want to answer their questions." Jimin whispered to me as we left the guys ten minutes ago and are now heading to my dorm. We were holding hands and walking slowly as we can since we both don't want to part away when I enter home.

"Yeah. It's what I've been doing for the past days." I answered as he nodded with a smile but all I could think about was his ringed fingers tangled with mine.

I don't really know if we're together or not. I mean, holding hands and giving nicknames is something couples do. But since we never kissed or talked about it I guess we're not. But I'm okay with it, as much as I have Jimin by my side.

Even if deep down I wanted something much more.

"I never saw where you live. Can we go now there? I'm really curious about it." I stopped walking and with a pout on my lips turned to face Jimin who started rubbing his nape with his other hand and looked away.

"Look, I'd really love to but.. just not today." He answered with a sigh then brushed the hair in my forehead.

"You always say the same thing Jimin whenever I ask to go to you house. Why do you want to hide it from me that bad?" I asked squeezing his hand as he closed his eyes and bit his lip for a second before removing his hand from mine.

"It's not that it's just.. my house isn't something you want to see." He brought both of his small hands to my cheeks and started rubbing gently on them as the cold wind was moving his blond hair out of his face.

"I don't care Jimin. I wanna know you so bad. I want to know everything you're hiding and discover you. I want to.. trust you." I whispered holding both of his wrists as he sighed again.

"Don't you trust me?" He asked while his eyes that were glassy because of the cold air were studying my face.

"I fucking do trust you Jimin. But what worries me is that you don't . It's crazy how I trusted you just in a few days but you don't. You don't trust me enough too."

"I trust you Jungkook. I really do. I don't want to ruin this beautiful moment and go home. Let it to another time, okay?" He asked removing his hands from my cheeks and resting them on my shoulders.

"Whatever you want, Jimin." I said softly before he smiled and hugged me tightly as I did the same, holding him tight against me and smelling his rose-vanilla hair scent like a fucking creep.

I released him from my grip and smiled at him before he held my hand again and walked me home. As I hugged him and turned around to open the door of my house. I felt a grip in the sleeve of my hoodie so I faced Jimin who had a pout in his lips.

"I trust you Jungkook. Please don't ever doubt that."

I smiled to him then nodded before he removed his hand and waved to me. I opened the door and closed it behind me to find my mother standing in front of me.

"What now?" I asked rolling my eyes and walking faster to my room as she was still standing there with a frown on her face.

"Jungkook." Her high-pitched voice reasoned in the spacious hall so I turned to her and crossed my arms raising an eyebrow.