Blunt

Jeongguk

Every time I look at Jimin and see his eyes, my heart reaches out to him. The sadness in those eyes is so deep that I am afraid that my efforts in bringing him back to reality might end up being inadequate.
I realise that my feelings for him are no longer superficial. I know I have fallen in love with him.
I used to laugh at my friends who would say that they fell in love every week.
Now I realise that falling in love is rather easy. Its not even like falling, but rather like gliding on smooth ice. All you need is a gentle nudge off the edge to start the gliding.
I know Jimin needs someone to look after him, hence I try my best to make a routine for him, where he can blindly trust me.
I started off slow, with asking him simple questions, everyday until he answered me.
Then I moved on to setting up a schedule for him when I am with him.
I ask him about everything before we do a thing together, so that he can feel that he has choices. I dont want to make him feel like I am trying to control him or his life.
I want him to be the master of his own life's reigns.
I never want him to feel suppressed. I want him to open his wings and fly like the free bird he is.
His happiness is what makes me get up in the morning. He has become my obsession.
I wish I could be something similar to him.

I reach the studio earlier than I normally do, and sit down in the corner where I usually find Jimin lounging. I look around, trying to find something that makes this corner special to him, and I see a little engraving on the nearby wall. It is so small that nobody would see it, until you are actually looking for it. "My angel, Jimin, I love you with all my heart. Never forget me."
My heart drops to the ground.
I am insanely jealous right now.
When I see Jimin come in later, I know I cant hold back my questions. So, as soon as he comes towards me, I get up and make my way towards the other choreographers. They are talking about Jimin.
"Out of all the dancers in the room, the one person that moves the smoothest is him. Even with stone hard abs, the fluidity of his movements and the precision of his steps is astounding. We have to make him the lead."
"What about me then?" I say.
"Am I not a good dancer?" I know I am being too petty, but this jealousy is clouding my ability to act rationally.
"Oh, JK. Its not like that. You are lead in all the dances. Let him take over in one of the smaller performances." They're confused to see me being like this.
For the past weeks, since Jimin started talking to me, all I have done is talk about him and his beauty to these people. I brag about him to them, and now they are seeing me being petty when they are making him lead dancer?
I need to snap out of it. "Oh. Yes. Please do that. I will go tell him about your decision." I smile at them and make my way back to Jimin.
I have to suck my pride and ask him about this.
"Hi Jiminie..!" He is looking down in his phone, but when he looks up, the sadness in it is like a smack to my face. I haven't seen him this dejected since the first day he and I went out for coffee.
I take his hand, pull him up off the ground and I pull him along with me as I leave the studio.
There are a few calls from behind, but I dont pay attention to them.
Right now, Jimin and I are gonna take a break from the world.
"Where are you taking me?" Jimin is struggling to get out of my hold.
I dont answer him. I just open my car door and make Jimin sit in the front seat. Closing the door, I make my way to the driver's side.
As I get in the car, a huffing female voice asks, "Are you guys coming back anytime soon? For practice?"
"No. We won't be coming back today." I tell Adora before closing the door.
I put the keys in ignition and Jimin asks,
"Jeon Jeongguk. You tell me this instant. Where are you taking me?"
"We are going somewhere where there is only you and me, angel." I tell him.