Jimin was furious. I could sense it. He was being way too quiet, his face blank. I was getting nervous as to how he was going to take in the situation. I hoped that going out with Yoongi would not ruin their friendship. The loud silence was cutting my thought every time I tried wording out something but I had to keep on trying. I had to tell him not to let this affect his friendship with the said man. I had to make sure that their friendship was not ruined.
"I....." I was cut off by the loud sound of Jimin's fist punching the dining table. He looked at me with an expression that broke my heart. Hurt. They say eyes are a window to the soul and hurt is the only thing held in Jimin's. Other than that his face was almost emotionless, like a façade but he could not fool me with it. He tried to mask his hurt by anger but I could see the tears slowly pooling in his beautiful eyes.
"All this time, I worry about you while you go around enjoying your time with Yoongi hyung. Ever thought about me?" I could feel the tears building up in my own eyes. He had never been so rude, never raised his voice at me.
"Didn't want me to know...why? Do you not like talking to me? You never told me where you were every time you went out. Is that where you've been going? Going around with Yoongi hyung? Are you guys a thing yet? Why would you even tell me? Who am I? Ever notice how much you've been ignoring me these days, noona?" his voice breaking as he speaks. He scoffs at my lack of response, stands up and leaves for his room, making sure I hear the lock to his door click shut.
Without Jimin or anyone there to watch me, I let the tears flow freely, not seeing the use of hiding them anymore. I eat the dinner alone, missing Jimin and his sweet talks. I know for a fact that he's not gonna eat his dinner tonight. Going to his room after finishing dinner, I knock on the door, waiting for a response before trying again.
"Please let me in. I'm sorry, Jimin. Hear me out, please" I could not hold back the sob that broke through. I slide down the door waiting for him to open the door, vision blurred by the tears streaming down my face, knees tucked into my chest with my face buried in them. I don't know when I fell asleep but I was woken by a broken whimper coming from the room behind me.
"Jimin, are you alright?" I inquire, getting up and knocking on the door so that Jimin can open it but the lack of action from the other side made me aware that he was having another one of his nightmares. I rushed to the housekeeper's room to get the spare key to his room.
When I got in, I could see him visibly shaking and tossing on his bed. The frown lines on his forehead, his body covered in a thin layer of his sweat and his whimpering made it clear that he was having a bad dream. I went to sit on the edge of his bed, running my fingers through his soft hair.
"Shhh.....I'm here....You don't have to worry....It's alright....You're safe......No one's gonna hurt you....I'll be here for you....I'm sorry..." I whisper sweet nothings in his ears seeing him physically calm down, his shoulders relaxing, breath evening as he goes back to sleep. I kiss his forehead, not failing to notice the dried tear tracks on his face and make my way to my room.
The next morning is not as sweet as any other. Jimin is not talking to me, ignoring me. After finishing his breakfast, he waited for Taehyung to arrive. He called over Taehyung during breakfast, who greeted me but went along with Jimin to his room seeing the frown on his friend's face. I gave him a small half-hearted smile in return to his greeting before getting up from the dining table, the breakfast plate left untouched.
I went to my room and checked my phone to see two missed calls from Yoongi with a message asking if everything was okay. I responded in affirmative not wanting to tell him about Jimin's behaviour towards me. I put the phone aside and lay down on the bed, thinking about yesterday's argument, wondering on how to make things right between us. Just as I was about to drift off into unconsciousness, I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened the door to see Taehyung checking his surroundings and the corridor for something or more like someone.
"Listen, noona, Jimin is going out with me to the arcade. He doesn't want to tell this to you cause you didn't tell him some secret but don't worry, I'll take care of him. God, he's been ranting to me ever since I came here. Do you mind us going out? I know its three o'clock in the noon but he really needs to let out some steam or else I'm doomed"
"No...its fine I guess" I let out a laugh at Taehyung's exasperation. Ruffling his hair I ask him to go back to Jimin and close the door and go to sleep for a few hours. At around seven, I was sitting in my room, checking my phone with a warm mug of coffee in my hand that I had just prepared finishing when I heard a firm knock at my door.
Placing the mug on the bedside table, I open the door, to see father standing there with Sung Jae behind him. The expression of fury on father's face told me something was about to go wrong, very wrong.
"Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret" – Ambrose Bierce
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