My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

Crimson Lips

"Lee Sera!"

Then I pause, my face flushed in anger as the furious voice of a woman echoes inside the cold room. A shaky sigh escapes Jungkook's lips as the girl stops, eyes narrowed.

"Did you take my purse again?!" The voice screeches, and she rolls her eyes as she finally steps away. "Lee Sera, come here right now if you don't want to be locked in your room for another year!"

"Don't look so happy." She hisses to Jungkook's wide eyes as she whips around and walks out the room briskly. The moment the door closes behind her, I burst through the curtains.

"Jungkook-ah!" I shout quietly, tugging off Jimin's jacket from my shoulders and wrapping it around his shivering figure. "You okay?"

"W-W-What are you doing here?!" He exclaims, his voice terrified as he looks between us and the closed door. "Go away! Before—"

"This isn't tungsten." Jimin hisses knowingly as he tugs at the metal wrapping his wrists. He shoots the green-eyed boy a sad, silent look.

"You could've broken free."

"I—" Jungkook pauses, looking down at his feet for a long second before looking back up with the urgent expression back on his face.

"You need to go."

"Not without you." I stress as I glance at the closed door, my eyes flickering back to the curtains. "I can't believe this is happening right now."

"No— No, please, I—" His features crumble into bitterness as he gives Jimin a pleading gaze. "You can't take me to a place she won't find me."

"You think we didn't just see what happened?" I start furiously, tugging my scarf off and wrapping it around his neck as well. "Gosh, Jungkook. You're cold."

It breaks my heart to see the tears glistening in his eyes.

"Jungkook." Jimin suddenly says, unclasping his fingers from the thick metal. His voice is quiet. "You don't have to be afraid."

"I want to leave." He replies softly, blowing out a breath as he leans back into the wall. "I'm not afraid. It's not about that."

"I just can't leave her."

"What?" I say disbelievingly, so surprised that my voice borders a hiss. "What do you mean? Are you—"

"She sometimes talks to me when she isn't angry." He continues, swallowing with his bound hands clasped tight together. "She hates her family, hates everything. She says if I leave her, she'll kill herself."

"If she dies, it's going to be my fault."

I'm shocked, unable to say anything as Jungkook pins his gaze onto the floor. I can't believe this— he was too kind for his own good. Didn't he understand what she was doing to him?

"I know it's stupid." He mumbles, before the urgency comes back. "She's going to come back soon. Please leave."

Before I can argue, Jimin wraps his fingers around my sleeve and half-drags and half-pushes me back out the curtained doorway.

"Jimin....?"

"Come on." When I look back, I see relief clear on Jungkook's face before the curtain slides back to its original spot. It's not long until I feel the cold air outside the mansion, and until it finally shakes me from my stunned figure.