entitled: warmer ;))

i think it's the first time someone ever called me 'cute' tonight. but i didn't like the sound of it, knowing that it came from someone i'm unfamiliar with.

i was walking home from the cafe(a/n: remember she has a part-time job? she works only on weekends so it's not really mentioned.) when a boy suddenly approached me.

"aren't you the loser from our school? the girl whom the orange-haired boy was obsessed with?"

his bloodshot eyes made it more obvious that he's drunk. so i just avoided his gaze and was about to walk away when he pulled me and trapped me against the wall.

he laughed, "hm. now i know why, you're kinda cute."

i felt my breathing got heavier as i desperately tried to calm myself down.

i looked around just to see the dark street being isolated, with no one to ask help from.

"since you're cute, i think you deserve something rewarding," his breathe smelled foul, maybe from drinking alchohol.

i can feel my legs shaking, and i think i lost my voice. i suddenly felt his hand on my thigh, which caused me to shake my head furiously.

"p-please don't. i'm very very very very ugly so please leave me alone," i don't even know what i'm saying anymore.
i tried to get his hands off of me but his other hand harshly pinned both of my wrists above my head.

he slowly leaned his face towards me and

suddenly i saw a shoe touched his cheek for a moment

and i realized that he literally flew away from the contact.

"what do you think you're doing?"

i will never know why i felt so so so relieved when i heard that familiar soft voice again.

the sight of his orange hair unknowingly made me feel safe, as if it's telling me that everything is going to be okay.

"eyy, you very no fuuuunnnn! i got her fiiiirsssttt!" i heard the drunk boy whined as he touched his bruised cheek. his broken grammar made me tilt my head out of confusion.

park jimin abruptly made a deafening stomp on his foot and glared at the boy, causing him to jump into his feet as he hurriedly scrambled away.

his eyes followed the retreating figure of the boy before he faced me, and i saw the gentle look on his face again.

"are you okay?" he scanned my arms and legs, checking if i was hurt in anyway.

i nodded in response.

"tsk. why do you always get into trouble?"

he's right. i do get into trouble a lot of times, sometimes it made me think if i was already born unlucky. i can't help but stare at my feet accordingly, "i'm... sorry..."

right at that moment, i realized that maybe park jimin is the type of person

who just hugs people out of nowhere.

and i suddenly felt the cold night getting warmer.

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