Chapter 11 [Y/n]

"Ahh... It hurts..." Jimin groaned as I slowly clean the wounds on his forehead.

"Shhh!" I shushed, trying to focus on properly cleaning it. He closed his eyes, trying to not annoy me more, but still kept groaning in pain.

"Was it very necessary to pick up a fight?" I scolded him.

He suddenly got quiet, and I felt weird. But then he blurted, "Why were you trying to stop me that time? Are you in love with Taehyung?" His voice was bitter, and I stopped cleaning immediately to look up at him, dumbfounded.

"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised and confused.

He shrugged and looked down. "You know very well what I mean."

I sighed and packed the first aid box. "No, I don't love him."

He tilted his head, "Really?"

"Are you asking me or mocking me, Jimin?"

"Nevermind." He shrugged again. I stood up and walked to the cupboard to keep the box. And as I turned, Jimin pulled me into a hug.

I was startled, but what surprised me more was his grip. He held as if he was scared to lose me.

We pulled away and he cupped my face in his red bandaged palms. I looked into his eyes and they were glassy.

"What's wrong-"

"Shhh..." He stopped me with a finger on my lip. I tensed up with his closeness and touch but didn't try to get away.

"Jimin?" I whispered as he slowly leaned in.

His lips touched mine and I closed my eyes automatically. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

His tongue moved into my mouth and I let it be. He sucked my lower lip, biting and licking it a few times. I let out a light moan at that and slightly squirmed in his arms but his grip was strong.

We kissed passionately for a few seconds before I pushed him away, realizing what I was doing.

He looked at me, breathless from our kiss. I bit my lip and asked, "Jimin, why did you... kiss me?"

He looked away, murmuring, "Because I wanted to."

I blinked a few times to take in the whole situation. And before I could say anything further, he went towards the bed, took his bag on his back, and walked out of the sick room.

I just stood there, speechless, not knowing whether I should go behind him and talk about all that happened.

Why did Jimin look so different right now?

...

I had an English class yet I wasn't in the classroom. Even if I go, I know I couldn't really focus. And even more surprising, Jimin didn't come to find me yet, and 29 minutes of the class had passed already.

I sat on the staircase, looking down, with my chin on my palms. I needed to clear my mind a little.

I heard a pair of footsteps behind me and I looked away to the other side - expecting that the person would pass by thinking that I'm a nerd, crying here for some dramatic reasons.

But instead, the footsteps stopped. Right beside me.

I didn't turn though. The person sat beside me and my body tensed up a little.

"I'm sorry for... that time..." The person spoke in a quiet calm voice and I knew who it was. My heart skipped a beat and I instantly looked beside me.

He caught me staring, so I blinked a few times, stammering to say, "i- it's ok-okay, Oppa!"

He raised a brow at the last word but looked down, shrugging it off with a dimpled smile. Involuntarily, I spurted out chuckling, "Hehe, I like your dimple." And I thereby realized what I just said.

I tried clarifying, "I- I mean..."

He smiled cuter now, "Never knew Ms. Y/n can stammer or get nervous."

I bit my lower lip, smiling a little. He added, "Well, my mom loved it too."

"Loved?" I asked.

He looked at me and I saw his eyes glistening.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it. I'm so sorry." I apologized holding his shoulder. He looked at my hand and looking at it myself, I removed my hand from there. "I- I'm so sorry, Oppa."

He hummed and said, "The word sounds cute when you say it."

I blushed a little, "Oppa?"

"Yeah." He chuckled.

After some moments of silence, I spoke again, "You seem to be a lot different person from what others think you to be."

He sadly smiled, "Being a bad boy before everyone's eyes isn't easy. People fear and respect... But no one loves you selflessly."

"Is that why you three are still single?"

"Maybe... Jungkook is single because he respects and obeys me, and never even thinks of taking things like this in his hands. Taehyung doesn't listen to me but flirts with endless girls. Well, you have already seen him.." He chuckled at their mention as if he were talking about his kids being mischievous. I asked, "And you?"

He got quiet for a moment and I had to rethink if I did right by asking that. But then he answered, "I don't believe in love, Y/n."

A/N Thoughts? I would love to know...