Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 22

The dusk had set into night and the hospital had become silent. Jimin had forgotten about all the crowd and fans and didn't want to come to any conclusion of wether they were still standing out or have left.

All he could feel was this burning sensation in him, mixed with anger, the familiar race of his heart when he was near Lorraine and scared. He thought this would go away when he'd see Lorraine for once and made sure that she was well but no, he ended up sitting outside her room and refusing to move.

Along the empty hallway of the hospital, he wished that his mind and heart were as empty too. All he had thought about was Lorraine and their consequences and he felt depressed already; let alone be the thought of media and Bang Si-Hyuk raging back there in Korea.

Perhaps his heart had had enough, but within the next beat, tears were falling down his eyes. He let a few years fall, realising there was no one around, looking down at the floor.

"Man, you know you can go inside, right?"

Jimin instantly looked up as he heard the voice, it was a boy, perhaps in a university for he looked quite tough. He saw the boy's expressions and realised he was a little taken aback by seeing him crying.

Jimin quickly looked down, wiping his tears then looking up and giving a small smile – almost unnoticeable – as he realised the boy was talking about him going inside to see Lorraine.

"She is stable you can meet her." The boy said again, his voice was kind but his demeanor was as if he was one of those biker dudes of college, the hot black boy every girl swoons over.

"I know," Jimin reassured lowly. "I know, sorry for concerning you."

The boy furrowed his eyebrows, still not understanding why was this Asian dude not going in. He was surely Lorraine Acker's close one to be sitting here since hours. Then it clicked him, "You're that guy, aren't you?" He asked Jimin. "You're the one involved in that kissing scandal with her."

Jimin flinched at the mention and he immediately felt nervous and perhaps the boy noticed that because his observant gaze softened at Jimin.

"I'm sorry, I'm Justin...my mom is admitted here too..." He said. "And I'm a big fan of Lorraine Acker."

"Hi Justine. I'm–"

"Jimin, yeah, I'd be damned if I didn't know the name of the root reason why girls in my university have such high expectations."

A chuckle scratched at the back of Jimin's throat.

"I'd take it as a compliment." Jimin said, his smile kind of widening.

Justine plopped himself beside Jimin as Jimin admired his curly hair. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find black guys exceptionally attractive. No homo though.

"Y'know," Justine started. "When this whole scandal news broke out, my first thought was, 'if I met you, I'd tear your limbs apart.' That's how biased I am about Lorraine Acker."

Jimin gulped down his dry throat.

"But seeing you sitting here since four hours and crying for her...I'm kind of soft." He smiled. "And I thought there would be a shit lot of people coming to see Lorraine, like she's her. But no one did. Perhaps it was her assistant and another singer guy but all of them left and it's only you staying here..."

Jimin's heart warmed.

"Man if you really care that much for her, those people throwing hate out there shouldn't mean shit. Why aren't you going in?"

Jimin chuckled sadly. "I don't think she'd want to see me right now. I think I'm the last person she'd want to see."

"But you two were kissing yesterday– you fought already?! Just go in man, she'd be alone of course she needs someone." Justine urged. "And while you do..."