Chapter 7 [Y/N]

"Why do you look..." I took in a spoonful of food "... disturbed?" I asked finally.

He didn't look at me and kept eating. I nudged him a little, worried whether he was avoiding me. "Jimin-ah?" I asked again.

He kept down his spoon and asked me, "Why were you talking to them about Taehyung? You are worried for him?" His voice sounded surprisingly accusing.

I looked at him properly and asked, "Why? Why can't I talk about Taehyung?"

He looked down, murmuring, "He's... He's... You know how he is..."

I moved closer, looking down at him. "Yes, I know, but he isn't well so... I just asked... it's not like I was going to his house and talking to him, right? So what's the problem? And..." He looked at me to let me finish my words. "...you don't have any problem with me talking with Jungkook right?"

He sighed. "No, I don't... It's just... They are the bestest of friends since they were very young and if you anyhow get closer to Jungkook, Taehyung won't let you be. He would target you and..." He paused again.

"And?"

He lowered his voice again. "I don't want him to do anything to you. That's all."

I couldn't help but smile at his words. He cared so much about me. I'm so lucky I swear!

I leaned on his shoulder and said, "I'm not that weak, Jimin. And I have you to protect me, don't I?"

He huffed, " How will I protect you when I myself get insulted by him every day!"

"You can, and I know. And also, he's not that older than me, he can't harm me much anyway. He has his limits too." I shrugged and sitting straight, continued eating. He looked at me sideways and whispered, "And his limits are dangerous. I know him better than you... " Looking down, he continues, "and that's why I'm scared for you."

I looked at him again, thinking why he cared so much about me. Why do I matter so much to him?

"Don't worry we will see about that when it happens..." I continued eating and he nodded, picking up his spoon.

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[Namjoon]

Her eyes...

No no, it can't be!

I might have misinterpreted them... Yes yes, that's the case...

I looked to my side. Jungkook was drawing in his notebook.

Even he seemed a little affected by y/n mere presence.

So it's not just me... I guess.

I put my hand inside the pocket and pulled out the box. As I took out a cigarette stick, Jungkook suddenly called, startling me. "Hyung?"

I thought to hide it instantly but I knew he has already seen it. I turned to him and he was looking at my hand. I sighed, putting the stick back into the box.

"I'm sorry..." I looked away, my voice trailing off.

He crawled closer to me, asking in a worried tone, "What made you break your promise suddenly?"

"Nothing," I murmured and I heard him mockingly chuckle. "And you want me to believe it, Hyung?"

I gulped in once and got up. "Then don't... if don't want to."

From the corner of my eyes, I saw his face saddening. So I added, "Let's go back home... Taehyung might be feeling lonely."

His face instantly lit up and he started gathering his pen and notebook into the backpack, from the dirty pile of clothes beside us.

We secretly exited our hideout and walked through the corridor to the ground floor.

"Hyung?" Jungkook called silently again. I hummed in response.

"What's bothering you?"

I sighed loudly and he got quiet, sensing my displeasure.

We didn't talk anymore after that and like always, sneaked out during school from the back gate.

Y/n, what do you really feel?

Do you really feel what I am scared to feel right now?

Why did your eyes say something that I actually wanted you to feel for me?

P.S. I am a little unsatisfied with the story. Maybe writer's block?

But trust me, when I got the idea of these two chapters while bathing, they sounded fun and I tried keeping it in mind. But dumb me, literally forgot the whole dialogues I decided in the bathroom. And ended up writing such boring double chapters. Seriously!

My first target is to get this story finished somehow, I will edit and improvise more after that- 

Thank you for reading!

[And I will make banners for the chapters later if possible]

Ankita