Set Aflame

19

Hiii

As soon as the front door closes, Jimin lets out a sigh. "Phew! That was actually very awkward. Three out of ten- would not do again."

You look at him. "You don't... want me gone too, do you?"

Jimin shakes his head. "Why would I?"

"Seohee laid out some pretty good reasons," you mutter, gaze shifting to your hands.

"You have powers. If anything, you're ensured protection. If you leave and the bad guys come here, we're all screwed."

You pull your blanket off and get up slowly.

"You should stay down," Jimin says. "You know. Heal."

You shake your head. "Nah, you've got a busted lip, which is technically my fault. Let's find you some ice."

As soon as you're standing straight up, you limp to the door where Seohee disappeared. The room on the other side is a kitchen. You flip the lights on and walk to the freezer.

Inside, there's nothing. Not surprising, since Jungkook mentioned his family hasn't been here in a while. You check the ice box. At least there's ice, however little.

You limp around the kitchen and pull out all of the drawers until you find a washcloth. You rinse it off with cold water, then head back to the freezer for the ice. Jimin leans against the door frame, hands in his pockets, watching you closely.

Through the kitchen window, you see the car drive slowly past, into the cover of the trees.

You wrap ice in the washcloth and limp back over to Jimin. "It might be a little late for ice," you mutter, holding the cloth up and pressing it to his lip. "But it'll probably feel a lot better anyway."

"What about your wound?" Jimin asks. "Looks like it's starting to bleed through."

You glance down at your hip. There are little spots of red dotting the purple fabric. "It-it's fine for now. I think I need Seohee's help to treat this, and I doubt she's in the mood to help me."

"Oh come on, that's a lame excuse."

"Seohee intimidates me."

"You've told me. Gah, how are you still worried about her?" Jimin grins. "You've got fire powers."

"Yeah yeah that's all well and good but what do you think I'm gonna do with that? Set her on fire? No. She's not a bad person. I can't do anything to her."

The front door opens again. Jimin takes the ice cloth from you and holds it to his lip himself. "You should go talk to your boyfriend," he says.

"He's not my-"

Jimin grins and nudges you through the kitchen door. "Thanks sunshine," he says. "I'm gonna go rest now."

Jimin walks away, to the other side of the kitchen where there's another door leading to a hallway. You turn around and limp into the living room. Jungkook is rummaging through the travel bag on the table, looking for something. You ease back into the couch quietly.

"Where'd Jimin go?" Jungkook asks. He finds what he's looking for and pulls it out. It's a plastic bag filled with first aid and stuff.

"He left to go rest."

Jungkook hands you the bag. "You should get re-bandaged," he says. You furrow your eyebrows. "I... didn't ask."

"You didn't have to."

You stare at Jungkook. He doesn't look away or change his mind. His expression is serious. Regardless of how he looks at you, either happy or inpatient or whatever, his eyes are always shining. It's easy to get distracted by them.