I kept on whipping around, nervously playing with my fingers. Even if it was just a small noise made by the buzzing fly, I turned my head, simply making sure that no one was incoming.

I could feel my damp long hair dripping water as drops of them slid down my neckline, sending shivers down my spine.

What's taking him so long!

This was our first attempt on carrying out such a dangerous act.

He might lose his job and I might, once again, possibly get expelled.

My small fists impatiently landed on his wooden door and knocked for the thousandth time.

"Come on, can you open the fucking door!" I whisper-yelled with a hand cupping one side of my cheeks.

Finally.

I heard thumping footsteps coming towards the door.

The door was swung wide open a second later revealing not only Jimin, but his perfectly-toned-six-pack.

I could feel my jaw dropped, I might be drooling but gosh what else can I do?

He was half naked. Luckily and probably, it was his common sense that told him to slide into a pair of grey nike sweatpants before opening the door. It's Jimin, he could have done anything, I doubted if you told me he had never thought of just meeting me in his underwear.

I could still see the edge of his Calvin Klein underwear from under his waistline. And there, his sweatpants hung dangerously low.

When I was checking him out, he was putting a shirt on. It was a simple plain white shirt, which was absolutely thin in material.

What is he even trying to do tonight? Seducing me?

After his blonde hair then his big head popped out of his shirt, his cute eye smile greeted me alongside with a chuckle.

"Hi baby."

I blinked feeling dizzy and attacked by his charm.

"Are you not gonna come in?" He held the door even wider. "Come on, I don't bite," he smirked, "at least not tonight."

My cheeks were flushing but I could do nothing about it.

Before I came back to my senses, he grabbed my wrist and firmly pulled me into his room.

Tak!

Door locked instantly.

-

"You look red as hell," he teased and slid his hands into the pockets of his pants.

My brows were raised high up my forehead. "Uh-"

I was lost of words.

Fuck stop embarrassing yourself.

"Hi. Uh..."

"What's wrong with you tonight?" He laughed.

"No Jimin." I shook my head and took a step forward. I whispered, "We're just 'hanging out in your room' tonight, right?"

Jimin frowned and leaned forward. He murmured, "from our texts earlier, yes, and mind I remind you, there's no one here baby."

My lips twitched and my cheeks blushed in embarrassment.

"What were you thinkin-" He stopped midway through his sentence. He held an astonished look as he covered his mouth. "Seohyun... Babe did you think we're gonna-"

"Shut up! I'm fucking awkward already," I complained and tiptoed to cover his mouth as if it could really stop him from speaking.

Jimin removed my hand only to throw his head back and laugh even harder. I could understand, imagine seeing a shortie with flushed cheeks standing at your doorway feeling all shy because she thought of doing something dirty that night. It's me right now.

"No. I- I won't laugh anymore. I fucking- promise," he stuttered with laughters added in between. I broke into chortling when I saw how hard he tried to keep a straight face, promising that he would stop laughing while he's still, laughing real hard.

-

"Oooo comfy as hell," I sighed after I slid my body into the thick duvet. I heard Jimin chuckled beside me as he grabbed the duvet on my side and pulled it closer so it could hug my body more.

I felt so impossibly in love, and loved. Jimin's the kind of boyfriend who would do every single small unnoticeable thing just to make sure his girlfriend's completely taken care of.

Once he was sure that I wouldn't get cold because I was so tightly wrapped in his duvet, he hung a proud smile on his face and snuggled closer.

After our little promise this afternoon, our bond seemed to have grown even stronger. We decided to hang out here in his room tonight, though I didn't expect it to happen on his bed.

"Jimin."

"Hm?"

Hearing his voice abruptly soothed me.

"Do you think our school would trust me now?" I asked quietly, I took out my hands and played with the duvet as several thoughts came into my head, stress slowly building up.

Jimin unexpectedly came closer and left a soft kiss on my forehead. He rested his chin on my hair and answered, "of course they would. And I think Wonyoung will have her retributions."

I could feel his body tensed up when her name came out of his mouth.

"Okay. I'll trust you."

"Babe, remember when I told you she's my...ex?" He gulped. His hands found mine. They're so warm and still, big compared to mine.

"Yeah?"

"I was so shocked to see her name on my students' list on the day of her arrival. I even suspected she came because of me."

"Damn she must be insane to be capable of doing that," I scoffed. Every now and then, I would get pissed when the idea of her hurting Jimin came into my head.

"She's- insanely rich to be honest, I think she did tell you all that her dad was the CEO of a very well-known company here in Korea?"

"Fuck yeah, how can I forget that? She's the very classic kinda rich girl from a wealthy family, isn't she?"

"First thing that I became concerned about was how she's gonna treat you. She would treat you as a normal person if she didn't know the relationship between us. But she noticed it as I'd expected."

"Wait Jiminie, she has been treating me well though," I said and lifted up my head to meet his gaze. "She has been a very good friend. It's just- I don't know," I sighed. "I still don't know why she did this whole past paper thing."

I saw Jimin's expression changed, his eyes grew hallow and dark. His arms around me held me firmer.

"Jimin... Are you okay?" I tilted my head and adjusted my position to have a better view of his face. Now I was lying on my stomach.

"Seohyun, don't you see? She's been lying to you. She did all these out of jealousy. Of course she wanted me to suffer. It's probably one of her first priorities cause I was the one who suggested to break up years ago. She would never allow anyone to reject her."

I stared at the white pillow thinking carefully.

Yeah, it does make sense actually.

"Fuck I must be dumb to not notice that." I grabbed his shirt when a question appeared on my mind. "But what do you mean 'all these'? Is there something that I don't know about?"

He seemed to have hesitated.

"Remember the pin thing? The time when you arrived school and almost sat on your chair spread with pins?"

"Yeah?" My heartbeat picked up its pace because although I was getting confused by his sudden elaboration about that, I understood what he's hinting there.

"It's her. Wonyoung did that."

His glare, clearly not directed at me, was so strong and assured.

"Isn't it Dori who did it? That morning she admitted it and Wonyoung even stood up for me..." My voice was getting smaller as I grew uncertain.

"I think they worked together. I don't know why Dori admitted it but I'm sure it's Wonyoung."

Without giving me time to proceed what he'd just said, he moved on. "And the camp thing, when you got locked up in the house, it's Wonyoung. Back then, her actions were so suspicious, she didn't allow me to go to the direction where you were at. And when I was on my way to find you, I noticed her footprints were coming from your house. What? So she walked pass the house that you're locked at without hearing your screams? Or at least she should have attempted to find you right?"

I understood every single word that Jimin said but my puzzled look did not show it. He's basically telling me that my best friend had been tricking me, or I should say, she had been trying to kill me, yet I'd been putting her on my side for so long.

I heard Jimin's heavy sigh. I turned to him. He sat back up and held my hands. He held a face of gravity.

"When Jungkook broke into your room, it's Wonyoung, too," he emphasised.

Now I supposed the reason why he held my hands earlier was because he knew that I would get scared from what he'd just said.

He's right. I was trembling, remembering the existence of Jungkook and now adding the fact that my best friend helped him behind me.

"How?" I murmured. My hands slightly held onto his and he responded by cupping our hands together.

"Have you given her your keys before?"

"No." I shook my head.

"You sure?"

I couldn't help but doubt myself under Jimin's dark and wise words.

I blinked.

My breath hitched.

"Yes."

"I did," my words came out shakily.

Even Jimin looked a bit surprised to actually hear me acknowledging the plight.

"When did you?" He asked slowly.

"There was a day when I brought her back to our dorm. But I met my mum and my brother downstairs so I had to stop for a while. Wonyoung told me that she's having a stomachache... So I gave her my spare keys, but she had never given them back."

"Oh my gosh," I whispered and cupped my mouth in bewilderment.

"Jimin I'm an idiot aren't I? I'm the cause of all these!" My chest went obviously up and down as I grew emotional, both furious and guilty.

"No you're not. If I were you, I wouldn't have noticed either, " he cooed, his voice was so calming and smooth. He leaned down and held my cheeks. "You've been doing very well already baby. And there's nothing to worry about now because I'm here with you, forever."

I was not planning to tear up at all. But here I was, about to do what I'd just said. Somehow, when someone comforted me when I was on the verge of tears, I would immediately. 

"Shhh... It's alright. She will be gone soon, I promise you. I'm sure the school would expel her."

I cuddled closer to his warm chest while his hand made its way to my head, his fingers brushing against my soft hair and then gently sliding down on my back.

"Rest now baby. I'll be here."

My sobs quieted, my fast nervous breathing slowed down.

None of us remembered the need for me to return to my room.

My grip on his shirt soon loosened as I fell into a deep peaceful sleep on his chest.

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