⌜ JIMIN'S HOUSE ⌟

"What has gotten into you man?" Jungkook raised his brows at Jimin, who was straightening his shirt.

"What?" He hissed. "I can't wear clothes anymore?"

"Church? Really?" Jungkook nearly choked when he saw the cross around Jimin's neck. "You're taking this too far, and all for some g—"

"Jungkook, if you say it, this remote will go up your asshole so—

"Park Jimin!"

Jungkook covered his red face with his hands as he began to uncontrollably laugh.

"Yes mom..." Jimin sighed.

"Watch your language, before I call your father." She warned her son.

"Okay." Jimin shouted back.

"Fuck off, it's not funny." He shoved Jungkook's shoulder.

"You're too stupid." Jungkook continued to laugh as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Then why don't you say anything about your little girlfriend, huh?" Jimin crossed his arms. "What's her fucking name again... Barbra?"

"What?" Jungkook shouted as he furrowed his brows. "Who the hell is Barbra, and I don't even have a girlfriend you dumbass."

"Call me a dumbass one more time you piece of fucking shit."

"That's it." Jimin's mom came bursting through the door. "Jungkook, out now."

"Yes ma'am." Jungkook gave her a quick bow as he left the room.

"Jesus Christ mom, I was just praying to our great lord." Jimin brought his hands together. "See?"

"I don't like your behavior lately." She crossed her arms.

"I'm going to church.. what more do you want?" He lowered his brows.

"Is it for a girl?" His mother pursed her lips.

"What? No!" Jimin squinted his eyes. "I don't even like girls—wait, that's not what I meant."

"I'm sorry?" Her eyes were still widened.

"I'm not gay, I eat p—" Jimin bit his lower lip, forgetting it was his mother he was talking to.

"Pizza, I was gonna say pizza."

"What are you going to do if you face God one day, and he asks you why you went to Church? What are you gonna say, for some girl?"

"Mom." Jimin loudly groaned. "I don't like anyone, okay? I'm focused on school and that's it."

"Really?" She raised her brow. "Is that why you're suspended for two weeks?"

"Shit, how'd you know?" Jimin looked up at her with apologetic eyes. "I definitely meant to say shoot."

Jimin's mother looked down at her watch and let out a loud sigh. "I'm late for a meeting, but I'll talk to you when I get back home mister."

"Yes ma'am." He rolled his eyes.

"Roll your eyes one more time and you'll be wearing a bandage." She warned on the way out of his room.

Jungkook bit his lip as he tried to hold in his laughter. He loved it when Jimin would get in trouble. It was entertaining.

"Come on, she's leaving." Jimin muttered as he went down the stairs and into the living room.

"Let me guess, she left because she was sick of dealing with your disrespectful ass?" Jungkook raised his brow.

"She has a meeting." Jimin glared at him, and grabbed the remote.

"Lets watch that new m—" Jungkook glanced over his shoulder when the doorbell rang.

"Aren't you gonna answer it?" He chuckled.

"Fuck everyone." Jimin muttered as he picked himself up off the couch.

He aggressive pulled the door open, and nearly choked. "S-Sora?"

"Hi." She sighed as her hands fit snugly in her pockets.

"Is everything okay?" Jimin lowered his brows as he could tell she didn't look too cheerful.

Sora bit down on her lip and shook her head. Jimin noticed the tear drops in her eyes, and reached for her hand. "Here, come in."

He pushed the door open, and gently pulled Sora inside. "Wait here for one second."

"Get the hell out." Jimin whispered to Jungkook who was busy watching cartoons.

"Why?" He lowered his brows.

"Jeon Jungkook." Jimin muttered. "Get out, now."

"Ohhh." Jungkook slowly nodded his head as he understood Jimin's reason from the tone of his voice. "I'll leave through the back door then."

"Good idea." Jimin scoffed as he waited for his friend to finally leave.

He rushed over to the front door and back to where Sora waited. "Sorry that took so long." Jimin tried to smile, but she just continued to stare at the floor.

"Here." Jimin extended his hand, and grabbed onto her trembling one.

She sat beside him, on the grey couch, sitting directly in the center of the living room. Sora couldn't even talk, because she knew her words would just fall apart.

"What happened?" Jimin asked again, as his hands held onto hers tightly.

"I-I was going home from the tutoring center down the street and—" She pressed her lips together and a teardrop hit her cheek.

"Don't cry." Jimin gently whispered as he wiped the tear away with his thumb. "Just talk to me."

"This guy—" She sniffled as she spoke. "He started to follow me home. The streets were empty and it was only us two."

"Did he hurt you?" Jimin rested his hand on her chin, trying to look for any marks or bruises.

"He tried to t—

"Just take a deep breath baby." Jimin rubbed her back as she closed her eyes. "He touched you?"

Sora glanced up at him and nodded.

"I was so scared." Her lips trembled as she spoke.

Jimin gazed into Sora's glistening eyes, before pulling her to his chest. "You're okay now." He comfortingly whispered.

Sora laid her head on his shoulder, also holding him tightly. He was the only person that she could talk to about something like this. Jimin cared a lot for her.

Jimin adjusted himself on the couch, pulling Sora closer to him so that they had something to lay on, instead of sitting up. He held her closely, and his eyes never left her eyes. They were closed, but she could still feel his gaze being set upon her. It made her feel safe.

They stayed like that for a while. Two strangers, who met just days ago, were now holding each other so tightly. Jimin kept her so close to his body, like she was his most prized possession.

The truth is, he'd fallen for her.

A girl that he wasn't so sure, liked him back.

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"How the hell do you expect us to win the game when one of our best players isn't even playing?"

The coach sighed as he glanced over at the furious boys. "I don't know what to tell you guys. Jimin's suspended, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Then don't even dream of a trophy." Taehyung scoffed as he threw his jersey to the floor.

"I'm sorry coach." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as he followed behind Taehyung.

"Jungkook?" He raised his brow.

"I would say I'm in, but one man isn't that good of use, is it?" Jungkook softly chuckled. "I don't know what to say."

"I do."

Jungkook lowered his brows as he glanced over his shoulder. "Faye?" His eyes brightened. "What are you doing here?"

"I was practicing next door." She nodded her head to the room filled with cheerleaders, and thats when he noticed her outfit.

"This was gonna be your first time, wasn't it?" He pressed his lips together, feeling sorry.

"Yeah." Faye tried to smile as she looked into Jungkook's apologetic eyes. "It's not too late."

"What do you mean?" He questioned while narrowing his eyes.

"I know how to fix this."