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I was fuming at that point, staring at Jimin who looked at me with an almost guilty look. But I didn't care at the moment, I was too angry to even think.

"Who the fuck do you think you are listening to my conversation like that?" I asked, stepping closer to Jimin, who in turn, took a step back.

"I just got curious is all. You seemed a little closed off so I just thought maybe I could-" Jimin started but I cut him off.

"It doesn't matter if I'm closed off, Jimin. We just met for fucks sake! Why would I tell my whole life story to a stranger?" My voice was now slightly louder, gaining the attention of some people nearby.

Jimin looked down at the ground, and stayed silent, as though if he said anything more then what I wanted to hear, then I would blow my fuse. It stayed silent for a moment, just me glaring at Jimin's head while he stared at the floor. Soon enough, he raised his head to look me in the eye.

"I know we might be strangers, but I just wanted to know more about you. I'm sorry if I heard too much though." Jimin apologized, biting his lip softly. This time, I was the one to not say anything, staring at his features.

He was nervous, which anyone could tell from a mile away. His hands were clasped behind his back, most likely fidgeting out of nerves. He kept shifting from one foot to another, and every time he took a breath, his shoulders shook.

"You know, it doesn't even matter anymore." I finally said, pushing past Jimin lightly. "All that matters is that you invaded my privacy, which means that now, I hate your guts."

Without a second thought, I walked back to my shared room, and flopped down on the bed. Closing my eyes, I let out a small breath that I didn't know I had been holding. Many emotions flooded through my brain; anger, sadness, embarrassment. Why would Jimin even listen when it was none of his business? He shouldn't have invaded my privacy when I've never done it to him.

But then again, I shouldn't have blown up at him like that. He seemed so scared right there. I should've let it be and just went to my room. I heard Jimin walk into the room and say something but I had the pillow over my head so I couldn't hear what he said.

I didn't want to hear his excuses. I was mad at both him and myself. Mad at him for listening but mad at myself for the way I reacted.

I felt the pillow being tugged away from me, it was Jimin who had snatched it.

I gave him a glare, "What the fuck?"

"Please listen to me." Jimin said seriously. It's like being afraid of me never existed, "I said I was sorry and I want you to listen to me. I know I shouldn't have listened, I just got curious." The seriousness in his face frightened me a bit.

I sat up, "Jimin, you look pissed off."

He took a deep breath, "I'm a little frustrated, yes. Sorry... that's my fault. I don't want you to hate me..." he looked back to being innocent and shy.

"Too late for that. I understand you didn't mean it. But you know too much. Give me back my pillow." I said and grabbed my pillow back.

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh and left the room. At least I didn't get angry at him again.

The next day, I actually woke up for breakfast and sat with a couple other patients.

"Hm, looks like Jimin and Yoongi got their green bands. That means they'll be going to smoke break with us too." One of the patients, Myung, had said.

I gave a tired nod as I ate my cereal. Being in the cafeteria did wake me up a bit. At that moment, Jimin sat next to me, "Hey , Yoongi."

"Leave me alone."