Witch One? ~Indefinite Hiatus~

Don't Say It

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"Okay, all done! The test should be back in around, I'd say four or five hours, so we'll send you out to the waiting room and call you back in the office to hear the results," the doctor finishes wrapping the crook of my elbow where my blood was drawn. "And Jimin, I brought some books that I thought would be helpful. I'll go grab them real quick."

"Thanks doc," Jimin grins as the doctor ruffles Jimin's hair with a goofy grin.

The doctor steps out, and the room goes quiet, neither of us really having anything to say. I consider reminding him that he is going to be wrong about me being, that. It's not that there's anything wrong with it, but me? Yeah, not happening. It's stubborn denial, to the point where I refuse even think of the proper word, but I'm only 21 and single. Single and alone and scared. All because of that stupid man and my mistake of falling for him.

And because neither of us used protection, like idiots. I really should have made him listen to the "no glove, no love" thing. I'm such a ducking idiot.

I huff at the thought that keeps coming to mind these days. Why do I even bother wasting my time thinking of that man? I ignore the raised eyebrow Jimin is giving me at my huffing and puffing.

"You good?"

"Yeah, fine," I answer shortly, still just slightly worked up from thinking of Yoongi.

"Normally saying you're fine doesn't actually mean you're fine," he points out, and I see his moment of regret when I turn to face him.

"Really, is that so? Well let me tell you, it may be true for many people out there, but if I say it, it most likely means that I want you to drop it or that I'm actually fine," I ground out being sighing, taking a deep breath as I try to rub the frustration from out between my brows. "This 'fine' is a drop it one."

He nods, pressing his lips together to prevent anything else slipping out. The silence returns, giving me time to think again. To stop any more frustration, for everyone's sake, I take a moment to observe the obscenely, white sterile room that just screamed 'I'm at the doctor's'. There's nothing truly interesting about the room to take note of, to waste time thinking and wondering about so my thoughts begin to drift yet again. Thankfully, that messy train of thought is stopped when the doctor enters the room again.

"Here you go kid, if you have any questions you know where to find me," the doctor smiles at him and then looks to me. "And lass, I don't know much about your situation but, I know Jimin will do everything he can to help you through it all. If he doesn't, well just find me so I can knock some sense into the kid."

The doctor winks at me and I have to laugh, especially when Jimin begins to protest. Jimin takes the stack of books and slides them into a backpack he brought with a pout. The doctor parts with us and we return to the dull waiting room, which was much busier than when we came.

"How about we go out for lunch instead of sitting in here? Maybe stop by a store or two while we are out if we have time?" Jimin suggests.

"Sounds like a plan, do you have anywhere in mind for lunch?"

"Yeah, Namjoon owns a restaurant that Jin also happens to work at somewhere around here. I'd suggest we ride over since it's faster than walking."

I nod in agreement and we leave the waiting room, heading out of the clinic. I flinch and squint at the sudden bright light, whining as it hurts my eyes and Jimin just laughs, grabbing and tugging my arm to guide me to our bikes. When my eyes finally adjust we climb on and ride around town.