31. Chase

I lunge forward in my bed as my eyes burst open. Memories of Jimin flood my thoughts.

The little bitch. After telling me we couldn't be together, he wasn't even man enough to tell me why. He just turned and locked himself in his room again.

The thought makes me curl up in a ball and bury my face into my legs. How could I have been so stupid? I haven't seen this guy in a year and I pour my heart out to him without thinking?

My chest burns in agony. I can't believe I let myself like him. After hiding it for so long, I suddenly decided to just force a kiss onto him.

"Oh noo, I'm so stupid!" I say as tears fall down my cheeks. How am I going to face him again after he flat out rejected me? How could I have let my emotions get the best of me? How could I let myself be vulnerable?

How could I let myself be weak?

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"C'mon, why can't you tell me?" Taehyung whines for the umpteenth time as we clean up the living room. His inquiries about what happened scare me because of how incessant he is.

"You've asked enough Tae. Don't you realize that there's a reason I won't tell you?"

Yoongi perks up. "I mean, can you blame him? Jimin locked himself in his room again after your little balcony chat and he still hasn't come out. You must have really upset him."

My head starts pounding as I take in his words. Angrily, I exclaim, "Upset him? If anything, I boosted his ego and he's the one that should be apologizing to me! But now I have to deal with-"

Jimin steps into the room at that moment, effectively shutting me up. "You're right, Kyung Mi. I was a real douche earlier-"

"Please don't do this right now, Jimin." I say hopelessly, not bothering to hide the tears forming in my eyes. Defeated, I start to make for my room, but he grabs onto my arm.

I glare at him at the contact and he immediately retracts his hands. "Can we talk?"

"I just want to get away from everything right now." I whisper before opening the apartment door and closing it behind me.

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The sunlight is harsh, but I continue to walk aimlessly around, taking in but ignoring the bustling people around me.

I look up and my heart stops. The Sparked Mafia goon disguised as my date is here. Right in front of me.

Shit shit shit!

Before I can register what I'm doing my body turns itself around and starts running away before hitting a hard chest. Smelling fresh laundry with a hint of pine, I look up to meet the person's face.

I'm safe.

"Are you okay?" His voice is soft as he snakes an arm around my back.

I look at him, frazzled. "Jimin the guy from Tinder he's here he's going to hurt us Jimin we have to go!" I try pulling out of his embrace so that we can run away, but he's as still as a rock.

"Kyung Mi, he's not here."

I slowly turn around and land my eyes on the man that almost gave me a heart attack moments ago.

He has a similarly large frame and light hair, but it's not the Tinder guy. I must have imagined him.

I let out a sigh, relieved. I look up at Jimin as tears form in my eyes for the third time in 24 hours. "I was so worried he was going to hurt you..." I trail off, looking into his soft eyes.

He doesn't look bothered at all. "You don't need to worry about me, Kyung Mi." He says, stroking my hair which sends tingles down my spine. "That's my job."

I back up into his arms, signaling I want to leave the hug, and he lets go. I look at the ground, suddenly embarrassed. "You followed me, didn't you?" I mutter.

"Of course I did."