Killer Cruise

Chapter 18

The clock never stopped, even as I mindlessly counted along to each passing second amid my fruitless attempts at sleep.

I'd spilled everything regarding that night I found Taehyung, my encounter with Jin before he disappeared and most importantly who I think the sender of the note is.

Namjoon agreed and then slowly but surely everything begun to fall back into silence. Without any daylight and only the wall clock I'd pretty much lost my grasp on a sense as to when was day and night.

As the rest began taking turns for the bathroom and preparing for bed, along with us getting a proper meal each and floor mattresses plus blankets were delivered by people who kept on congratulating me on a non-existent baby, I assumed night had come.

So following their routine I too washed up and tried to sleep, mentally and physically tired but my thoughts keeping me awake.

Tick-tock went the clock ....and it was driving me insane. That along with Jungkook's deafening snoring is far more than enough to keep me from sleeping. Huffing in annoyance my eyes finally opened.

Meeting a curious pair of bloodshot ones right beside me.

JDAHZSHZHZHZHA GHOST!

Shoving my sheets onto the half of a head beside me, I propel myself all the way to the other side of the bed, falling down with a slight thump.

My eyes remain glued onto the white sputtering lump, slowly tearing the sheets away from itself, eventually revealing a face as shocked as mine, blonde-ish hair sticking up in odd places.

I know this guy, it's the one who fell off the stool earlier.

Slowly, I creeped up closer to my bed, sitting on the cold floor like he is on the other end, only our heads popping up from the edge of the mattress visible to the other.

He's also one of the first of Taehyungs 'brothers' I met. The one that would hide behind Yoongi from me, why the sudden bout of courage?

"Sowy," the man cutely apologises, at my blank stare he continues on "Jeoneun- Me- I- I am Park Jimin," he bows, ....well attempts to, his forehead slams straight into the mattress, the mattress itself returning Jimins push with double the force.
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Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

Yet I could help but let a small giggle escape while he regains his prior seating position, hands nursing his head.

As he removes his hand from his forehead, I notice a small line of red.

...I- he managed to cut himself? HOW?

"Wait," I held my hands up at him as I got up, signaling for him to not follow.
Dashing towards the bathroom, my hands scour the drawers, I'm sure I saw it in here somewhere.

My fingertips graze a box. Taking it out and prying it open, I find band-aids.

Pink ones with Disney princesses on them.

Heading back out, I find him pressing a tissue against the small cut. I present the small array of band-aids to him, he doesn't seem to mind the whole Disney princess part, in fact ...instead he picks out who I assume is his favourite, tapping gently on the one with Cinderella on it. Before facing me with a small smile, cheeks resembling mochi, a dimple poking at one of them.

He looks expectantly between the bandage and me, then up at his little cut as he waited patiently.

"You want me to put this on for you?" I unsurely ask, holding up the little band-aid. He nods once.