"I think we should agree to the fact that cookies and cream is the best flavour of ice cream one can find" her soft melodic voice rings in my ear as she goes on to justify her flavour choice. She is sitting beside me at Seokjin's place, the others sitting with us in a circle, debating about which ice cream flavour is the best. Erica decided it was best to make our relation official after two weeks of our first date, at least to our group and I could not agree more with her.
"I feel like one would really like to taste the creamy chocolaty flavour of the ice cream. It tastes almost similar to chocolate but the cookie crumbs in it would provide a crispy munch to it and the individual consuming it would have a burst of vanilla along with a chocolaty munch. What do you think Yoongi?" she turns to me.
"Mhmmm....I think I'm personally going to change my favourite to cookies and cream instead of mint" I say. Jin immediately shakes his head in a negative before scoffing.
"You know that is never going to happen, Yoongi. You have this immense attachment and attraction to everything flavoured mint, be it chocolates, ice cream or even your hand sanitizer" and everyone bursts out laughing at that.
"Mint, huh?" she nudges me softly with her elbow, hardly successful in hiding her bubbling laugh.
Jimin's point of view:
The smile on her face was worth every single second I had waited for it until now. The laugh bubbling out of my sister proved that Yoongi hyung indeed was the right person for her. He will take care of her, protect her. I felt myself smiling at the way noona leans into him unknowingly and how he responds with nuzzling his nose into the back of her neck as she is practically sitting in his lap. I shake my head at the weird thought. An abrupt ring alerts me about the text message on my phone, snapping me out of my thoughts.
'Get them away from each other or your sister will suffer' – Sung Jae; 16:48
I glance up from my phone just in time to see a shadow slip by from Seokjin's living room window. Taehyung must have sensed the change in my behaviour and poked me on my arm.
"You alright bro?"
"Y-yeah yeah I'm fine" I curse myself mentally for stuttering. I suddenly stand up.
"Yoongi hyung can you come with me for a few seconds" he looks at noona who only shrugs in return before gestures him to follow me. I take him to the inner most room in Seokjin's house.
"Can you please promise me to protect noona with all your heart? I know you're right for her, that you two deserve to be together but I just can't help but feel that there is something wrong happening" I try to subtly hint him about Sung Jae.
"Yes Jimin. I promise to protect her with all I have. Thank you for believing in me but I'm starting to think you're hiding something important from me right now" so he did catch the hint. I open the messaging app and turn the phone to his face. I can see his frown widening after reading the message, lower lip trembling in an emotion I can only decipher as anger, hands clenching and unclenching as if he is trying to control it.
"Don't worry, Jimin. I'll never let Sung Jae harm her. Never. He'll have to go through me before he can reach her" I smile slightly, the tension starting to be relieved. Hyung will take care of her for me. He'll not let her be hurt again. He won't back out from his promise, I know him well enough. With that thought I make my way back to the living room where the others are still talking about ice creams and flavours.
Erica's point of view:
I was worried, way beyond worried. Jimin seemed tense when he stood up and asked Yoongi to follow him. I was thinking about what had gotten him all worked up when he entered the room with a bright smile lighting up his face. I sign in relief as I see Yoongi walk into the room behind him, his smile slightly less bright than Jimin's but there none the less. I felt confused as he neared me, and I put up no efforts of masking it away. I can see his smile being a fake one, half hearted. Something is stressing him out.
"What happened?" I whispered to him when he took his place behind me sitting on his knees. He shakes his head to the question and I choose to ignore it for the time being, plastering a fake smile on my face too. I pat his knee before going back to join the conversation going on with the boys, Seo yeon and Ara, making a mental note of asking him the same question when we're in our own private space.
Yoongi's point of view:
I could feel the gears running in her head. I gently drag my hand through her hair trying to tell her that it's okay; that I'm fine and she doesn't need to worry about it. But it was all in vain. I knew that she would keep on worrying until she knows what it is but I don't think I should tell her this.
"Wanna go home?" I whisper in her ear, hoping she gets the hint about me wanting to talk to her about something. She nods her head rested on my chest. I grab her hand and help her stand up, excusing the both of us and informing Jimin that Erica would spend the night at my place.
As soon as we step into my house, I lead her to take a seat on the couch before squatting down in front of her. I take her hands into mine, rubbing them softly, drawing invisible undefined shapes on her smooth skin, enjoying the quiet while I can. She leans forward to connect our foreheads together before whispering the words I dreaded to say.
"What happened? Tell me. Maybe I can help. No secrets remember" and I remember the time of our first date when I asked her to be honest about everything and she reluctantly agreed to it.
"Well.....Jimin got a message today...." I pause, afraid of the reaction I will be receiving "from Sung Jae" I finish and she just looks at me blankly, waiting for me to explain further, but I'm scared. Scared I'll lose her.
"He said that if we continue to be together, he would harm you. But don't worry about it, I swear I'll protect you. He'll have to go through me before getting you. I promise"
"I'm going to have you to promise me something else" she said "I want you to promise me that you'll not put yourself in harm's way because of me. Please. I really don't want to involve you in anything related to my father" she continues, her voice growing weaker, making me falter in my decision. Hesitating, I give in to her request and she smiles brightly, relieved before patting the couch she is sitting on, gesturing me to join her. I relax on the couch with her leaning her head on my shoulder while we watch a drama, hands interlinked with each other's.
"Secrets and lies kill relationships. No matter how careful you are, you will get caught" – Anonymous.
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A/N : Hope you like it....sorry for the many changes in the view points but I thought this made more sense than keeping in blanks.....once again hope you enjoy it
