Destiny.

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"Baby," I whispered softly to Jimin, who was still curled up to me. We've been in that position for hours, enjoying our bodies pressed to each others.

We didn't talk for the whole evening, only our breaths harmonizing in the quiet room. It was night, I could see the dark sky full of shining stars from outside the window. But we didn't turn the lights on, Jimin said that it's better for us to relax. He was right after all.

Jimin hummed and slightly raised his head to look at me. I smiled to him, staring at his chocolate eyes and the blond locks of his hair that were covering his forehead. I pecked the tip of his nose and earned a soft giggle from him. I chuckled at his cuteness and pressed him tighly to my body, as if I was scared he'd ecsape.

Jimin is so warm.

"Kookie," a tear escaped his eye as he said that. I furrowed my eyebrows and wipped it of with my thumb. "What was Yoongi doing to you?"

I gulped hardly, turning my head to the side so he doesn't see my pained expression. He sat up and turned my head with his hand for me to face him then pressed his lips on mine, and I didn't wait to close my eyes and kiss him back. He parted away, and another tear escaped his eye as he gazed at me with sparkling eyes.

"Please kookie, tell me that what I heard isn't true." He said again, and I just slowly shook my head in response.

"Your friend did whatever he told you. Your best friend is the one who gave me the scars and blues you were healing, the one who took my boyfriend from me and who told me bad things, that were true."

"Baby," jimin grabbed my face in both of his hands. "I'm so sorry baby. If I knew I swear to god I'd have stopped him sooner, I won-"

"No." I interrupted him before taking his hand in mine and pecked his knuclkles. "You wouldn't do any of that."

"Trust me I would! And I will now! I will protect you from everything because you don't deserve any of-"

"I wouldn't let you." I pecked softly the knuckles of his other hand. "He's your friend, I won't create problems between you too."

"No. You're my Jungkookie. And what Yoongi is doing is-"

Jimin's words were cut off by his phone's ringtone. He got up from the bed after I let his hands go and took it to see the caller. His eyes widened and he bit his lower lip before he answered the call.

"H-hi"

I could hear a masculine voice throught his phone because of the silence in the room and also because the caller was shouting.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU ?" I furrowed my eyebrows when I heard it. Jimin jumped from the bed and cursed before he said that he was coming and hang on the phone.

"Who was that?" I asked in a worried tone. He took his jacket that was resting in the chair beside me and put his phone in his jean's pocket.

"Nevermind. I'm late." He was about to go when I gripped his wrist, making him face my angy expression.

"Jimin tell me who talked to you like that." I said to him never letting his wrist go. He sighed and passed his hand along his hair, thing he doesn't do unless when nervous.