Jimin's Point of View

1st May, Thursday

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It had been a week and half already, almost two, not me and neither Yoongi had said a thing to clarify our distress. When I happened to walk past Yoongi I would feel the temptation to step in front of him, cry, and make up for what had happened during the trip. Also, while leaving him behind, I could feel his gaze on me, like he wanted to say something as well, but couldn't, and actually one time, when I was beside Jungkook, and Yoongi was coming towards us, I turned around after surpassing him, and he had stopped mid corridor, staring at me as well, but then he just walked away like nothing.

>>You two sure are stubborn<<

I rolled my eyes, leaning with my back on the floor, legs sprawled over the bed creating an angolation of ninety degrees

>>I mean, he's in the wrong<<

I replied, making Jungkook chuckle, but I could only see him on revese since he had been sitting on the chair behind me. I moved my chin downwards again, playing with the cover of the manga I had been reading, not really paying much attention to the storyline anymore

>>You looked so crazily hot while defending me<<

I laughed at his stupid statement, knowing he was trying to make me smile. If the first week he had let me be, now he had been trying from the last past days to make me laugh

>>Thank you<<

I replied, placing the comic aside, and throwing my arms outward on both sides of my head

>>No thank you for doing that. I think that if you hadn't said a thing it would've ended up badly<<

>>I know, and that's exactly why I joined your bicker<<

I moved my arms to carress the moquette, then bringing my legs off of the mattress, folding them towards my chest and hugging them, rolling to the side

>>My mom keeps asking what happened, and Soo doesn't talk to me anymore<<

>>Have you tried to explain what happened to your sister?<<

>>Of course! But..ugh, she said I shouldn't have took your side. She's so..so damn..Ugh!<<

I shut myself with an huff

>>I'm not going to apologize. I am sure to be in the right<<

Jungkook rose up from his seat, so I looked up at the sound, and what I was met by was Jungkook's crunched form, looking at me from his shortened height, looking at me with a slight frown

>>I think you're right too, but<<

And after the 'but' he made a significant pause

>>I also think that I don't like seeing you this down. Compromise with him<<

I moved my eyes towards my legs, fiddling nervously with the hem of my shirt

>>You think I should?<<

>>You totally should<<

He answered, bringing an arm forward, beside my waist, and holding himself on that arm, he leaned forward, kissing my forehead

>>Or<<

He continued

>>You'll have to ask once and I'll break both of his legs, and all of his bones<<

He mumbled, smiling at me. I bit my bottom lip suppressing the smile that treatened to stetch on my lips

>>I'll skip on that<<

I said

>>But I will remember this option<<

I said, before opening again my mouth

>>Now there's another option that I like better<<

  I continued, lifting my both hands to cup Jungkook's face  with a sligt grin plastered on my lips

>>You come down here now<<

I mumbled, Jungkook's face already so close to mine that I could feel his breath touching my mouth, and so near that when I spoke our lips brushed slightly. He nuzzled his nose to the side of my cheek,  I lifted my chin, meeting his soft pair of lips, and eventhough it felt strange at first because of our reversed positions, we soon grew accustomed to the exchange. And when Kookie's hand moved my jawline even more upward I parted my lips, and our tongues met, just to fight each other for dominance. I groaned when his wet muscle entered my mouth after my personal defeat, and I was about to seat up when the door opened, and Anja looked at us rather surprised, while we parted our faces from each other, like we hadn't been eating each other's lips angrily

>>Jungkook, there's your father downstairs<<

I eyed the boy curiously and a bit concerned. Kookie never spoke to me about his parents, and even less about his father in particular. He got up scratching his arm in a gesture of nervousness. I got up as well, following him out in the corridor, but then, when he started making his way down the stairs, I waited at the top. Anyway I could see a figure in black elegant clothes standing in the 'hall', I coluldn't clearly see his face, shout out to me forgetting to put my contacts on. Anja scurried behind the boy, so I was left alone, shifting from a foot to the other, not knowing what to do. I sat on the stairs, while gripping at the railing, pressing my forehead on one of the bars. I heard Jungkook speaking first

>>What brings you here?<<

He demaded. His father's body gestures did look too calm nor accomodating

>>It's thuesday isn't it? Should't we be together weekly?<<

Jungkook didn't reply, so the man continued

>>It has been months since the last time you visited<<

>>And what makes you care so suddenly?<<

The man's arms, from the crossed position on his chest that had before, moved to rest on his hips

>>I called school today, and they said you're doing better from a bit now<<

>>And?<<

>>Nothing, I just thought it would be a good moment to spend time together, to talk about things<<

He stressed the last words, like there was some implied meaning on it

>>Now that I see you're being more serious and-

>>What do you think about nope? I'm with my boyfriend<<

I tensed when Jungkook turned around, and the man in suit followed his gaze, until it landed on..me. I felt actual cold sweat dipping behind my back, and I gulped down tickly when Jungkook gestured me to go down. I wanted to shake my head, run into his room, lock the door, and hide myself under the bed, but his father was there. I rose up on my two feet, not so sure about my legs strenght. I walked down, a cold stare burning the side of my head. I walked towards Jungkook, who, as soon as I was there, moved an arm around my waist, dragging my hips to collide with his own, too close for a parent liking.

>>Dad, this is Jimin, but I think you already know him<<

He started, turning his face towards me then, and he must've noticed my frightened expression, because a soft and comforting smile was shown to my direction

>>Jimin, this is my father<<

My eyes landed from the boy to his parent, and no one could blame me for being so petrifyed, I mean, what would you do if your boyfriend's father looked at you so judgementally? I extended my hand, looking down, trying to avoid his icy glare. The man, aroud his fortys, had pretty similar features with Jungkook, much more from his mother. He was standing proudly, his dark hair were loosening, and (I must say) he had little to no white strands of hair on his scalp. Only after looking down at me scrutinizingly he took my hand, a firm strong grip held my hand, shaking it

>>My pleasure<<

He said the words with so much hatred that I felt personally attacked. Jungkook's strong grip grew tighter on my hip, giving me a little more confidence, but still not enough to look up. Jungkook's hand moved away from my waist, but I quickly pulled at his arm, clutching my fingers around his fist, biting my trembling lip, holding back my distress, and thinking about Jungkook's instead, who looked at me as I shook my head

>>I'm hoping you're taking good care of my Jungkook<<

My eyes landed on the man, then back to Jungkook, who looked pretty much enraged as fuck

>>Oh..I-I am! Of course sir!<<

The man gave me a quick smile, something so fake that Elsa wouldn't be so sure of the cold never bothering her anyway

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2nd May, Friday

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Jungkook pushed me forward

>>Come on<<

He wispered, glancing towards Yoongi, who had been placing his books in the locker. I shook my head, telling him that I could talk to Yoongi the day after, but Jungkook wasn't having it and kept pushing me more and more close to the mint haired boy, making me uncomfortable, and eventually I ended up right next to him, so that when Yoongi turned around he jolted, scared by me. Jungkook had kept his distance, standing behind me. Yoongi stood there wide eyed for two seconds, before he and me both opened our mouths

>>I-

>>You go first<<

He said before I could, so I gave him a nod

>>I am not in the wrong<<

I muttered, rising my pointer finger up

>>But<<

I continued

>>I forgive you for what you've done, so let's get this over with<<

Yoongi let out a puff of air, looking relieved as hell

>>Thank God! Okay fine, so let's put this like you said, now my turn: I forgive you too Jimin, but I am in the right<<

I shook my head dumbfounded

>>That's not what you were supposed to say! You should've said something around the lines of 'Oh, I'm so stupid Ji! You were right, and I'm sorry!' sorta-thing!<<

Yoongi crossed his arm over his chest, shaking his head as well, esasperated

>>No, no, no. You should be the one apologizing, okay?<<

He raised a finger, waving it before my face

>>Firstly: because you raised your voice at me<<

He lifted a second one

>>Secondly: you lied to me and, lastly: you wanted to do something despicable-

>>..But I didn't-

>>But you wanted to!<<

>>That's not the same<<

>>It is<<

I huffed annoied

>>Well, You should be the one apologizing to Jungkook then! What the fuck is-

>>Ji watch your words!<<

>>Shut up! If I apologize to you, you must apologize to Jungkook. Your problem is with me, not him, you're giving the fault to the wrong person! AND, you turned upon him without a reason!<<

Yoongi mumbled under his breath, but I couldn't hear him

>>What did you say?<<

>>I said that I am..REALLY NOT FUCKING SORRY<<

I frowned, tapping my foot on the ground annoied, waiting for him to give Jungkook his excuses. Yoongi diverted his gaze

>>You damn little prick!<<

I muttered as he came closer to me, hovering just a little over my height

>>WELL YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HEAR FROM ME THEN<<

I said, puffing out my chest and allowing my height to grow momentarily by tip-toeing, so that I was same level as my best friend, fury clear in both of our eyes, just before we both turned around, walking away without further words. Jungkook trailed behind me

>>That's not exactly how it should've gone<<

>>Hey Kookie, you know what?<<

>>Yeah?<<

>>Let's go get ice-cream after school<<

the boy gave me a warm smile and a nod

>>Sure<<

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I stared at my phone the entire evening, expecting a call or even a text from a certain mint haired boy who's presence I really missed lots. I decided to go get a shower, praying that while at it Yoongi would send me a message. I slipped out of my clothes, stumbling over my own briefs trying to take them off, and then stuffing the clothes in the dirty laundry basket, quickly shuffling towards the towel's drawers, pulling out a big one and hanging it beside the shower, so that when I was finished I could wrap myself in that, and not die of frostbite instead. I let the water run for a minute, waiting for it to warm up, and then stepping in, gasping at the sudden contact with the cold floor of the shower box, but eventually jumping in, under the hot flood that escaped from the tap. I firstly started shampoo-ing my hair, and it caught me imprepared how easily Yoongi could slip in my mind even when I wasn't doing anything related to him. Guess I just needed him to be back. And now, as a plus to my already bugging problems there was the problem of having met both of Jungkook's parents, and well...he hadn't yet. Not officially. Not as a couple. I knew this affected him.

I groaned in distress when a dip of shapoo got caught in my eye, a painfully burning sensation pervading my bulb as I tried to rub it under the water, but the more I rubbed it the more it became worse, and soon enough tears started escaping my eyes, yes a bit for the pain, but mostly because the eye was trying to clean off whatever substance had got in there. And then I found more and more difficult to stop crying, even when the hurting sensation had went away, ever so hard to breathe when the sobs were blocking my thoat to innhale the oxigen I needed, if not in short needy gasps. I waited until the mix of water and tears turned back to only water, stepping out of the bathroom in the towel wrapped around my body snuggly. I left a trail of wet dips of water that dropped from my drenched hair onto the moquette, searching for the tissues that I had always on my nightstand, and blowing my nose, and after finishing the task and changed myself into more comfortable clothes, I went ad dried my hair

''Stupid, stupid Jimin. Stupid''

I was halway through the action, when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me tightly, surprising me enough to make me jolt silghtly. I eyed the mirror, recognizing the small figure behind me to be Hae Soo. I turned off the phon, mumbling her name and turning around

>>Oppa, did you and Yoongi made up?<<

I shook my head sadly, and her expression, as expected, from the hopeful one she was wearing, dropped completely

>>Why not oppa?<<

I shrugged sincerely. I had my reasons to be mad at him, but he really did not to be angry at me

>>But how can I ask him to attend my birthday if you two don't talk..<<

Soo sighed, and I couldn't contain the side grin that spred on my lips

>>It's fine you know? Just ask him, it's not a problem. He has already bought his gift for you, it would be waste not to invite Y- him<<

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