Chapter 9 | old memories...

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It's been 2 whole hours since I went to bed but I couldn't sleep. I decided to go take a glass of water. Maybe it'll help me sleep... I got out of my bedroom but as soon as I started walking towards the kitchen, I saw that the TV was open, meaning that Jimin was probably there. I took a few steps towards the living room just to make sure I was right. There he was, sitting on the left part of the couch, facing the TV. I went and sat down beside him;

Me: Can't sleep again?

Jimin: *startled* No... You scared me, Ji Ah...

Me: Me neither... You look bored as hell... Well, I am going to make myself a glass of water and go back to sl-

Jimin: Could you stay with me, please?

Me: Oh, yeah, sure...

Jimin: *embarrassed* Thanks...

Deep inside of me, I was happy he asked... I sat beside him, on the opposite side of the couch. I asked him about Tae and he told me everything I needed to know. Kim Taehyung was a beautiful young man. He had the same age as Jimin and they were best friends since high school. He was a very innocent and cute person. The group wouldn't trade him for anyone else even if he was sometimes annoying. He's not the type of person who you could find anywhere. He was unique. I learned so much about him, thanks to Jimin, that I became worried as much as the guys were. It's like if I knew him since forever. We then sat there in silence for a few moments when Jimin broke the silence;

Jimin: While packing your stuff, I found something. *hands me a picture frame* So, you have a brother?

Me: Thanks, I was searching for this picture and no, technically, I don't really have a brother... *looking at the picture* My mom told me that he died from an illness before I was born...

Jimin: Oh, I'm so sorry... You might want to look behind the picture though...

I turned the frame around, removed the back part and saw a little piece of paper. A letter. I read it and tears rolled down my cheeks. Soon, a strong pair of arms held me. Jimin. He pulled me closer to his chest and told me that everything was fine, that he was here for me. He kept saying comforting things and he succeeded in making me calm down a little. I was now comfortably curled up in his arms, sitting on his lap, my knees brought up to my chest, while I quietly sobbed. When I fully calmed down, Jimin tried to stand up to get me tissues and a glass of water;

Me: No, don't go... Don't leave me...

Jimin: I'm not leaving you, I'm just getting you a glass of water and tissues...

I clutched at his shirt, not wanting him to leave me. Not another person... That's why I don't have any friends. I don't trust anyone anymore... They could leave me at any moment, just like my parents did... However, something told me to trust the seven men with who I am living with... More precisely, Jimin...

Jimin: All right, I won't leave... I'm right here, it's okay...

Me: Promise me that you'll never leave me.

Jimin: Promise. Pinky promise!

He put his pinky in front of my face and I locked mine with his. We then just sat there, watching TV. Something in him made me feel so comfortable and safe. Maybe it's his smell, or his warmth, or his strong arms... you name it. At some point, I fell asleep...


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