Who Knew // YoonMin

7| Hurt and Confusion

🕺 ~ Jimin's POV ~

I didn't go to the mall that day. 

Instead, I stayed in my room, not wanting to wash my hand. The memory of him squeezing it with so much gentleness and his sad voice as he whispered that apology--- I just... What is he doing to me? My heart feels like it's going to explode any second just thinking about it. 

Two days have passed and I haven't seen him around at all. Not on my way to school, not at lunch... not. at. all. And I'm getting worried.

Today's Saturday and my best friends and I walk to the park to hang out for a little while. I won't be able to see him 'til Monday...

...and now that I think of it, he confuses me more and more. 

First, he pushes me away, then accepts my friendship but he doesn't accept my best friends being nice to him. And then, he goes ahead and gives me a freaking heart attack by apologizing in a way, that nobody ever apologized to me! 

He was so sincerely sorry! And the things he said about how he's not worth it?! What the hell? I can't help but worry about him. 

Damn you, Min Yoongi! 

Aish. Please be okay... 

I just want to tell him that I accept his apology, and--- yeah... I mean, I haven't seen his beautiful face in two days and I have to admit... I miss my new friend. 

Is it okay for me to miss him that much? 

I really should have asked Yoongi for his number...  

Taehyung suddenly puts a hand on my shoulder as he pushes me to the side for no reason, causing me to collide with some passerby. I hit the ground with my back, the air being cut off by some sort of weight as the guy I collided with lands on top of me. I wonder why my head doesn't hurt.

I open my eyes, looking over the man's shoulder. I try to move.

JM: "Ouf! Oh god, I'm so sorry, I don't know why my friend push---"

What the--- My body freezes as I subconsciously recognize his smell. 

JM: "Y...Yoon?" 

A tingling sensation runs through my whole body while millions of butterflies or even more expand throughout my abdomen. I turn my head to find myself staring at his beautiful but concerned dark brown eyes. His breath hitches. Our noses touching. His body is pressing me to the hard concrete. 

After some seconds of pinning me down with his intense gaze, his pupils widen and his eyes slowly wander down to my lips. 

Why am I feeling so damn excited? Like... cock-twitching excited?

I feel the blood rushing up to my face at the thought, his eyes still locked on my lips. 

I... I can't breathe.