My eyes met Jimin's, he looked extremely uncomfortable and confused. This couldn't have been his idea. We stared at each other for a moment, not saying a single word, his face clearly indicating panic- which, he had failed to mask, we finally- and in sync, turned to the others and attempted to figure out who's ridiculous plan this was.
I could swear my vision went blurry for a second or something.
THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
Who's idea was this? I'm going to drag them through a field of broken glass and drop them into a pool full of salt water and lemon juice.
As a natural reflex to the frustration I attempted to crack my knuckles, only to find that my left hand was severely anchored down by Jimin's arm. I awkwardly put both of my hands down and tried to act like nothing happened.

Jimin took a deep breath before starting his "rage stage".
"What... WHATS GOING ON? WHO'S IDEA WAS THIS!... Give me the key. Now." He demanded, his eyes dark, searching everyone- racing back and forth between them.
Of course! He can't wait to be away from me!

I noticed that the both of us were keeping our cuffed hand as far as possible from the other's as humanly possible, our hands weren't even touching.
There was an eery silence, followed by a few of the members shuffling around.
Namjoon stepped forward, an almost-constipated expression on his face, he spoke up, his voice slightly shaking, "Guys... A few of us came to the conclusion that this was for the best."

"For the best?! Uncuff us, now. Where's the key?" Jimin said with a disappointed look on his face, "Really Namjoon hyung? I wouldn't expect this kind of behaviour from you.".
Now, Jungkook had stepped forward and was standing next to Namjoon, "Don't blame him Jimin hyung, I was in on it too." He calmly said, not even seeming remorseful at the slightest.

"Wow... You too? Kookie?...Hand me the key and I won't whoop your ass." He said, half serious, half joking.

I remained silent, patiently watching.

"We won't hand over the key until you two make up." Added Hosoek.
Jimin's eyes widened and travelled over to Hosoek, he opened his mouth to speak but Hana interrupted, "Please, don't get mad at them. It was my idea." She had an apologetic smile, but it seemed like to me that she didn't at all regret her decision.
Now Jimin seemed less angry, he paused for a moment before speaking, "Guys, I have practice. You need to hand over the key. I can't even leave the building with her glued to me like this!"
Her? Wow.
Okay.

"Actually, you're sick, well that's what manager-nim thinks..." Taehyung added.

Jimin scoffed before reaching for an unopened can of Pepsi. Just as he was about to open it- using my free arm- I whacked the can out of his tiny hand, the can flying into the air and crashing into the wall; full throttle.
He turned to me, annoyed, "WHAT NOW?" I jerked back from the shock of Jimin yelling at me, I fully composed myself instantly and stared at him as you would someone who just did something really stupid and socially unacceptable- perhaps like when someone makes a horrible pun or a mean remark in hopes of being funny but no one laughs, not even your best friend- anyway, you get the idea.
"Are you stupid? I don't want you to PEE." I yelled as I vigorously shook our linked hands in front of his dumb face.
The cuffs making a clinking noise.

No way in hell I'm peeing with him cuffed to me. No. Screw that. NOPE.

Jimin, eventually understood what I was referring to, his face dropped and he immediately pushed away any food or drink that was in our metre radius. He looked nervous, probably thinking something along the lines of 'damn I wish I took a dump earlier on.' Aish, imagine that- having to empty out your bladder in the presence of your bias and vice versa.
This is going to be so difficult, I drink water too much. I mean, I'm someone who will wake up in the middle of the night to drink water or pee. I'm always thirsty-
THIRSTY FOR BANGTAN.

It's strange how the symptoms of dehydration are the same as overhydration, you get a migraine, you feel weak, and you feel hella thirsty. Too much water can kill you, it dilutes your blood and it's a Nono for your brain.

Jungkook had walked into one of the bedrooms earlier, he was back now, in his hand he held a black backpack- one of those square shaped ones, the ones that really only work on asians. He handed it over to Jimin, he accepted the backpack and began rummaging through it.
"Well you're not staying here, and we have your stuff packed- we gathered it would be extremely difficult for you to rummage through your clothes while, you know..." Jungkook explained, while scratching his neck and nervously laughing.

Jimin looked at me.
I looked at Jimin.

This is going to be so difficult. He's literally going to hate me if he's stuck with me for that long- or, probably feel disgusted if I eventually end up going toilet before we get the key back.
I noticed that both my hands were curled up into tight little balls, which were filled with delightful moisture- note my sarcasm please. I was having another clammy episode, to the extent that I was too scared and nervous to open my hand- risking revealing the friggin water reserves in my palm.

"I can't believe you guys would actually go this far. Why? Why? I don't understand..." I nervously asked, "just handover the key, joke's over." I desperately looked at each and every one of them, Yoongi looked uncomfortable, but not sad. Sungra was avoiding eye contact- she hid behind Hana, she had a small smile on her face and a vacant look in her eyes- her face literally relayed the message of 'well... It had to be done'.
But no, it didn't have to be fucking 'done'.
My train of thought took a detour, I blankly continued staring as I thought about how I should write a book- or a blog, something, maybe even make a film and that I should call it "How I got handcuffed to my bias".

I actually felt very very hungry, I don't even remember if I ate any of the pizza, perhaps I ate only one slice? Of course I was somewhat disappointed because my usual order was practically non-existent and probably ridiculous to everyone in the room. My pizza, MY PIZZA- it's the most delicious thing in the world and don't you dare judge me for it. Deep pan (stuffed crust or cheesy bits crust for when I'm feeling particularly fat af), no tomato sauce, and Chicken, pineapple, mixed peppers and sweet corn as topping. MmmmmHhhhmmmmmm.
So good.
[A/N it's 1am and I'm craving pizza so hard why did I do this to myself jfc]

I reached for the plain slice of margherita, I slowly ate it and savoured it- I'll just eat the one slice for tonight. I'm extremely worried about drinking water, I'm a person who, drinks so much water that I wake up in the middle of the night to pee and drink more water. That, of course will be tremendously difficult and embarrassing whilst handcuffed to Jimin. I drink so much water to the point that I had to repeat myself...

Jimin slung the backpack onto his arm and gestured to stand up. We slowly stood up, I didn't have much of a choice to be honest... "We'll be going." Jimin coldly said as he dragged me along to the door. I turned my head around and looked at everyone one final time, my eyes practically screaming "help me. He's a psycho!". They're actually letting us stay like this? I don't want to talk to the guy or be around him, being joined to him is a whole new level of no Bueno. We walked in silence all the way to my door, Jimin leading. When we finally got in, he hurled the backpack onto the couch and slowly exhaled. We didn't talk to each other.

When one of use needed to go somewhere, the other would just tag along.
Washing my sweaty, and pizza-greasy hands was fairly difficult. I'm left handed, I can't use my left hand. I'm actually pretty dysfunctional as it is with access to both of my hands, but now I'm just pathetic, I mean the only thing I can do with my right hand is use scissors. AND THATS NOT GOING TO BLOODY HELP IS IT.
I CANT 'CUT A PRETTY SNOWFLAKE' MY WAY OUT OF THIS CAN I???

Oh hey, OR MAYBE HE'll let me just grab my scissors and CUT THROUGH THIS FUCKING TENSION.

Seriously though....
From the moment we left the BANGTAN dorm, from the moment I was alone with Jimin cuffed to me- so close to me, my heart has been pounding. I'm so scared and nervous.
How long will this last? How long can I bear it? How long can he bear it?
All these questions were ricocheting in my mind- constantly setting off sparks of fear. Constantly making my hands fucking clammy.
He avoided looking in my direction and averted all of his attention to his phone, I took a few peeks... He was on Tumblr, looking at the BTS hashtag. That's great Jimin, have fun while I suffer. Hope you enjoy looking at memes of "Jimin, you got no jams". It's an old joke, some ARMYs still use it... I'm sick of it to be honest. After 'I have yes jam' was released, that was it.
He did this for quite some time-
He maintained a cold and emotionless face, his eyes were vacant.

I have to say something. Anything. I need to break the silence.
I took a deep breath-
"why did you lie to me?" Jimin spoke, still looking at his bright screen, his words echoing through my mind.
"W-what?" I said nervously, turning to look at him.
He had turned his head and was looking at me now, his face still cold- and sad. I didn't notice how sad he looked.
"You lied to me... You're last message." He quietly sighed.
My last message?... I couldn't have told him the truth, right?
'Hey Jimin, sorry I was too nervous and scared to reply, because I feel like you hate me now, because I was so upset that I didn't want to tell you at the chances that you still cared- at the chance that it would make you sad too, or because I'm a horrible person and any further association with me will just inconvenience and hurt you? Or because I was still angry that you blurted out everything and then left me alone to cry? How I felt like such an idiot for not opening the door? Or how I couldn't take another moment being cooped up in this apartment, that I was roaming the streets at night, trying to clear my mind. Trying to breathe. To reboot. To function."
Yeah, sure, why not.

There wan an uncomfortable heart-wrenching silence.
I didn't say anything, he spoke once more, "why were you out so late? Alone? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is? Why did you ignore my text?" He sounded angry but mostly disappointed- and that hurt.
"How do you know about... that?" I hesitantly asked.
No reply.
I let out a sigh before speaking, "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." I said with as little fun and emotion as I could. I got up and headed to the bathroom sink, I took out a cotton pad and my skin toner, I began wiping my face. Well I guess he could see how horrible I look ;) I didn't really wear much make up so it wasn't THAT bad.
"Wait a minute." He said. Dragging me back to the living room, to the backpack. He rummaged through it and found his toothbrush.

I just continued wiping my face with my free hand. Staring at the mirror, vacantly stuck on my reflection, eventually my eyes shifted to Jimin's reflection, he was looking at me- he looked mildly amused.
"What?" I asked, almost frustrated.
He immediately looked away and focused on his own reflection, "Nothing.".
My eyes were on him once more, there he was, leaning over the sink; pathetically attempting to wash his face with only his left hand.

Oh I see, he was going to be stubborn. Fine. Whatever.
I proceeded with my bedtime preparation rituals, I brushed my teeth- with my LEFT hand because I'm LEFT handed- Jimin's arm was anchoring mine down but that did not stop me.
Since he was trying to be stubborn, the boy didn't protest. I went to moisturise my face next, for years I've used Clinique, it has no fragrance and it gets the job done, it's great really. I was rubbing in the cream into my skin when I felt a pang of pain in my scalp, Jimin's eyes widened but his mouth remained shut.
His watch.
My hair was stuck in his watch.
I bit my tongue, and stopped myself from screeching out in pain. We looked at eachother in panic, Jimin tried to pull his hand away- tugging on my hair.
With the help of his other hand he tried to set my hair free, I joined in, trying to pull my hair away, our hands slightly brushing against eachother;
Soft. He was so soft. Aaaaand now I had a sudden urge to run my fingers up and down his arms, to trace along the veins on his inner-arm, to feel his flesh beneath my fingertips... Wait, what am I thinking? No Sena, you can't 'yearn' for him.
I momentarily dozed off as I got lost in my- as people would call it- somewhat lustful thoughts. I snapped right back after one final tug on my hair- my cuffed hand, dragged down by my side.
Finally, my hair was free.
"Sorry about that." He said.
"It was an accident." He said.

"It's okay." I said.

Then nothing more was said.

How perfect would it have been if this was the conversation that had followed that night. But no, a few measly strands of my hair got caught in his bloody Armani watch.

We walked into my room, this isn't how I would've imagined being in my bedroom with Jimin and handcuffs...
He put is backpack on the bed and rummaged through it to find his pyjamas, black knee-length shorts and a light blue short sleeved top. At first I was panicked as of how much I would hate changing with him there. How much I would hate risking him seeing me.

BUT ITS AALSO PRETTY DAMN IMPOSSIBLE. HOW WAS I TO GET THE LEFT SLEEVE ON AND OFF?????
It seemed as though my cell-mate had also come to the realisation that getting changed would be immensely difficult, he looked at me. His face read 'how?'.
I was wearing a fucking dress.
I had to put on my pyjama bottoms on first.
We walked over to my wardrobe, well, I walked over to my wardrobe; Jimin was dragged along. I'm taking my tights off and I don't want to be barefoot around him, I needed socks. I opened the sock draw, which also happened to be my underwear draw.
I rummaged through it, "don't you dare look." I told him, he looked away.
"I've already seen them all..." He mumbled.
"WHAT WAS THAT JIMIN?" I yelled.
"Nothing..."
That's what I thought.

I continued rummaging-
Not this one, or that one...Aaaand that one has a hole in it and- that is Jimin's...
THAT ONE WAS JIMIN'S?
The underwear.
THE UNDERWEAR.

My eyes widened, I looked at Jimin to find him looking at the ground. Thank god.
I grabbed a pair of grey, fuzzy and warm socks. I took out my pyjamas. Shut the drawer and faced Jimin.
"I'm putting on my bottoms first, don't you DARE look. I'll kill you. You should put yours on too..." I warned.

Slowly, we both attempted to take off our lower articles of clothing- I took off my tights and he had to take off his jeans. Saying I was nervous would be more than an understatement. My hands were trembling and they were clammy.
Thanks to the wonderful invention of buttons, Jimin needed both hands to unbutton his jeans. I honestly did my best to keep my hand as far away as possible, this was too much. Both my hands were curled up into little balls. Little balls of clammy nervousness.
He put on his shorts with his free hand alone- THANK GOD.
I pulled up my pyjamas- carefully and as quickly as I was capable of. They were comfortable and kinda loose but not baggy- decorated with little cartoon sheep all over it... Wait a second...
How- How was I supposed to put on my top? I mean... How do I take off or put on anything with my left hand trapped? Could I have gotten Jimin to slip through the whole left sleeve? No. I was stuck in my dress. It was practically cotton so I didn't think it would be uncomfortable to be honest. It would be just like wearing a long baggy top.. Yeah, I could manage. And Jimin was also stuck in his black Stussy tee, unless he ripped it off like that one time during his mama performance... Ah, that was a great performance. Just fine, just so fine. I know for a fact that he got stuck in his hoodie- that he was late when he ripped his vest, on the soundtrack there's a Hulk sound effect almost- just some sort of beastly growl. If you listen carefully you hear it. That was his cue to demolish that poor white vest.
Jimin has great nipples.
He just does.
They're so perfect they're like beautiful-little-smooth-raisin-like gems.

I looked around to Jimin, he was still looking in the other direction, I followed his gaze to my wall- THE WALL. THE DRAWING. Immediately I stood infront of him and blocked his view.
"Is that-"
"Nope it's not! There's just a stain on my wall... It must look strange because you took out your contacts!" I cut him off.
He smirked, rolled his eyes, then continued folding his trousers.

This part.... This part was going to be the hardest.
I had nothing I can say. I guess the same went for him. I just wanted to sleep- well I just wanted him to sleep.
A Sleeping Jimin is a quiet Jimin and a quiet Jimin doesn't ask questions or make comments, or make my heart race- as much as awake Jimin, that is.

"How?..." Jimin whispered to him self, looking from the handcuffs to the bed.
Indeed, How? The result was: Both of us laying on our backs- neither of us able to turn outwards, I mean we could try but it would be awfully uncomfortable for our arms. We could turn on our sides inwards- but that's not going to happen, I'm wasn't facing him. I couldn't.
I reached over and grabbed my small spare pillow and placed it between us and I held my teddy bear in my uncuffed hand, I heard him lightly laugh at me.
Well, excuse ME Mr Park, but I had been sleeping with this bear since Christmas 2005. He holds more value than anything else in this apartment.
Possibly including you too.

I heard movement from the other side of the bed, Jimin had his hand under the covers and it was shuffling around.
What on Earth was he doing?

JIMIN'S POINT OF VIEW:

I resumed gliding my hand over the mattress, this thing... What is it? It's soft...I grabbed a hold of it and pulled it out, it was poking me in the leg.
It was Dooly.
As soon as I realised what it was, a strangely comforting sadness rushed over me, I stared at Dooly and smiled.
That was a good day. That was a great day.
I gave him a squeeze before lightly pecking the top of his soft head and placing him on the bedside cabinet (or whatever it's called, does anyone really know what it's called?), he sat beside my watch. I stared at the big hand tick away.
This is going to be a long night.
From the moment that the lights were turned on, I've felt uneasy. So uneasy.
She probably feels so scared. I want to be by her side, but not like this. I want to say something, I want to make up but I don't know how. Is she still mad at me? Does she hate me? I let out a quiet sigh. She hasn't moved in a while, and she's breathing quietly. She's trying to disappear. There was such an eery silence, it was like it demanded to be broken but I couldn't muster up the courage to break it- well, not yet anyway.

Just the idea of laying next to eachother- our hands being so close to eachother- sends an almost electric sensation across my body. In the strangest way, I was enjoying this, I shouldn't be, but I was.
The last few days were difficult, I spent most of my free time stalking her on any SNS that I could find. Through my intensive researching skills, I discovered that she has- I mean had, a wattpad account.
And I read through the two short stories... About me....
She really did love Park Jimin a lot, right?
I mean, apparently she believed that I could get her pregnant by just looking at her, which is debatable ;)
I would love to ask her about the stories, but she'd probably blush and deny it.

I need to say something. But what?
"Sena..." I gently called.
I held my breath waiting for a response.
"...yes?" She whispered seconds later. GREAT NOW WHAT? I DIDNT THINK THIS FAR AHEAD. Quick, make some thing up. "Do you... Like cheese?"
Great. Well done, you fucking-idiot.
"What? No..." She replied, confused.
Well of course she's confused Jimin, you have more important things to say. At least we know she's awake.
I forced my eyes shut tight- "Are you still mad at me?" I braved.
I waited. 5 seconds, 8, 15 seconds. What felt like an eternity. What felt like I was dangling off the edge of a building, with the wind swaying me towards a plummet to death.

She inhaled deeply, "I wasn't mad at you to start with... But... I-" she paused.
"Are you mad at me?" She asked, sounding exhausted.
"Me? Why would... I- I mean I was a little, well, because you lied about where you were last night." I stuttered as I forced myself to reply.
"Lie? How did you know I wasn't telling the truth?" She slowly questioned.
Shit, I forgot the 'note-to-self' that I made that I shouldn't bring this up because there is no way I could know, I could say I saw her walk by.... But she'll think I ignored her.
I cleared my throat, "The moon told me so."

I heard her lightly giggle under her breath. "Okay... I'm going to sleep."
"Are you tired?" I asked,trying to to sound too worried.
"Kind of." She said.

Goodnight and Sweet dreams, I hope you won't have trouble sleeping- even though I'm relatively positive that you will, because I will.
I feel like my heart could pop right out of my chest, that's how fast it's beating, can you hear it? Is your heart beating fast too? I hope so.

There is so much I want to say, but "Goodnight" was all I could say. She doesn't want to talk now.

I closed my eyes and worked on slowing my breathing. I worked on trying to sleep.
But I don't think will.

[A/N] ANNYEONGGGGGG. HI GUYS, AS ALWAYS, I APOLOGISE FOR TWKING SO LONG. AND TBH I DONT LIKE THUS CHAPTER VERY MUCH, MAYBE ITS BECAUSE I HAD VERY HIGH EXPECTATIONS FOR IT. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING IDEK WHY OF HOW INHAVE THIS MANY READS AND JM SO GRATEFUL. I shall proofread at a more convenient time! Sorry
also I got to see a particle ACCELERATOR ON TUESDAY FUCK YEEDEH YAS IT WA S SO COOL.
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