BTS Imagines and Preferences

Your Enemy Becomes Your Bodyguard - Part Eight

You stood in front of your father's desk. Arms crossed and your feet digging into the hardwood floor, you refused to sit down.

Jimin sat in the chair to your left, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly as he watched your every expression.

"You can't just pull me out of college," you said. "You were the one who got people killed. Not me. Why should I be punished?"

Your father's face fell at your words. At first you believed that you had managed to sadden him, possibly regret his actions. But his mouth soon hardened into a stiff wooden board.

"This is for your safety, Y/N. You can keep doing classes online."

You scoffed. "You can't just switch over to online classes like that! I want to keep being in the classroom." Pausing, you pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath. "I didn't fight too hard when you hired a bodyguard. I've stayed quiet this whole time to save your reputation. But, you can't take this away from me, dad. You just can't."

Dust settled in the silence of your father's office. You took the opportunity to storm out, not caring if it made you seem immature or difficult. Your father is wasn't much better."

"Y/N wait," Jimin's voice was soft. "Are you okay?"

His hand reached out to lay on your shoulder and his eyes looked you up and down. As if your father's words would cause lacerations that would bleed through the fabric of your clothes.

"I'd rather just be alone right now, Jimin."

"No," he said. "I can tell that's not true." The two of you walked to your room. You closed and locked the door. As you felt the metal bar slide into place, your felt a sob bubble up in your throat.

When you tired around, tears clouded your eyes and your head fell to your hands. Arms came around you and it took you a moment to realize Jimin was holding you to his chest.

There was no good reason for it. Unless there was a sniper on your neighbor's rooftop or a man managing to climb to your second story window, Jimin had no reason to hold you like this. Other than to comfort you. And that reason didn't seem good enough.

"Is there something wrong?" you asked, looking up to him as you started to run out of tears.

He gave you a weird look as one of his hands reached up to move a few of the hairs that had gotten caught downstream of your tears. "Nothing? Why Princess?"

"Why are you?" You didn't know what to call it. Holding? Protecting? Caring?

He seemed to understand what you mean based on the way your eyes grazed over the way his arms enveloped you.

"I'm not just here to protect you from outside threats. I'm here to protect you from yourself." There was something else he wasn't saying, you could see it in the way he clenched his jaw backwards at the end of the sentence.

"And?"

"And?" he said, looking down at you, amused that you seemed to know him well enough to know he was holding back. "I don't like seeing you like this. You don't deserve this."

You pulled halfway out of his embrace so that you could more clearly meet his eyes. Never had you ever expected to hear those words from him or expect his arms to feel so warm against your back.

"You don't think I was being spoiled? Or irrational? Or that I get everything I want?" The corners of your mouth perked up as you thought about all the things Jimin said about you over the years.

"I think I misjudged you, Princess." His arms tightened around you and you laid your head against his chest, his heart beating rapidly against your ear.

***

"It's been a while, Y/N," your therapist said on the other end of the Skype call. It had been a couple months. Right after the accident, you'd gone at least once a week, if not more. "How are you doing?"

"Uh, well, I'm sure you've seen everything that's happening right now with my dad—"

She nodded and you saw her scribble something on her notepad. You looked over at Jimin who reclined on the couch. He had headphones on, but you had your doubts that they were up high enough to fully drown you out.

"How's that been for you?" she asked, her stare still seeing right through you as if you were in her office and not talking through a screen.

You glanced over at Jimin before taking a deep breath. "It hasn't been great. He hired me a bodyguard so I'm never alone. And, I'm being forced to give up classes. Jiseok has come back and my dad hired him. So I have to see him pretty much everyday."

"Have you had any spells?"

You nodded. "One, came close two others times." You thought about in the car with Hyunmin and again with Jimin. The two close calls.

"Have you been taking your medication?"

You shook your head. "I haven't needed it."

She gave you a small smile. "I'll send in a prescription for more. Will your dad allow you outside of the house at all?"

"I don't know. He seemed pretty set on keeping me inside. We've already been broken into. I don't know why he thinks it's safer here."

"Probably because he feels he has more control over the situation." She paused, writing a few notes. "Why don't you see if you can compromise a walk through the neighborhood?"

You thought about it, knowing your father wouldn't allow it. At least, not until everything died down. But you nodded in agreement anyway.

"And Jiseok," she said. "While in some circumstances I would encourage you to face him, if continue to have fainting episodes it may begin to affect your physical health. I think it's best if you avoid him as much as you can, Y/N."

You nodded, glad you and your therapist were on the same page. When you walked away from the crunched up Mercedes and into the ambulance, you knew that you never wanted to see Jiseok again.

After that night, you only saw him at graduation, the last few weeks of school, and to settle the court case. You remember the way he stood on the stand and lied, not taking responsibility. Getting off because of his father's name, because he had a future ahead of him.

"I feel guilty every time I see him," you said. "I didn't die in that crash. I should've died and then maybe he would've been held responsible."

"You know that isn't true, Y/N." It wasn't your therapist's words that made you look up, but rather the feeling of Jimin's dark eyes on you. He looked up from his laptop, his headphones around his neck. His forehead was scrunched and his lips slightly pursed.

"I-I think my time is almost up."

"Ah, you're right. Let's schedule for next week. But just shoot me an email if you need me earlier." Her words faded in and out as you half heartedly answered her questions as you set up the appointment.

You knew Jimin wasn't purposefully listening to your session. He may be your enemy, but he wasn't a total asshole. Yet, you couldn't look over to meet his eyes as your closed you laptop and slipped underneath the covers of your bed. Not bothering to change, you pulled them over your head to block out all the light.