~[02/08/2022]
KIM HANA'S POV:
It's probably three or three thirty in the morning. I am not sure exactly what time it is. I am here, pretending to be asleep in his bed. Yoongi's bed to be precise. He is lying beside me. No skinship, no touching. Just him patting my head. I am still shaken by what happened a few hours ago. That's the reason I am not able to sleep or even take a short nap.
Yoongi needs to go back for his duty as a detective. However, he won't leave until he makes sure that I am asleep. So, now I am here, curled up in his bed and pretending to be asleep. That's the only thing I can do for him right now.
It's been almost 15 minutes since I fell asleep, imaginary, and now I can feel the mattress of the bed rising, as he stops patting my head and gets up. Probably, he is going back to the museum. Soon, I feel something near my ear, and god, that tickles. Whatever it is, my senses tell me, he is trying to tuck the strands of my hair behind my ear. When he is done making me feel my heart flutter, which I hate right now, I feel something inside my stomach instantly as he presses his lips against my forehead.
Gosh! How can he be so sweet when he knows how much I hate him?
His hand cups my cheek and I can feel his thumb caressing it forth and back, tenderly. At this point, I doubt myself if I have ever even hated him.
I inhale sharply as a baby would do in her sleep and hear him close the bedroom door. Later, I hear his footsteps fade away as soon as he locks the main door.
Phew...
Finally, I can breathe however I want and sit up all night. It is really hard to convince Yoongi for anything. He is very good at catching me red-handed. I don't know if it is because he knows me very well or because he is a detective.
I grab my phone, which I kept on the nightstand beside the bed, and then text Jimin. That's the only thing I think about. How I had frozen in front of those guards who kept getting shot by the gun and then how the fire blast took place behind me when Jimin jumped to save me.
I know he is hurt. He has burnt his arm. But I don't remember to what extent. I need to talk to him. I need to see him and assure myself that he is safe. I feel guilty. More than that, I am angry at myself for behaving so stupidly. How can I let my past hover over me when someone's life is in danger because of me?
Again, I know why. It's me and my ill-fated life. My parents died, then Hobi. And now Jimin almost survived that blast, just to save me. It's my fault and I am not sure if I'll ever be able to make up for everything.
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|| ❤️ Jiminiee Pabo❤️ ---------------------------📞 📹 ⋮
Meet me here- Seoul National museum| 10:17 pm
10:18 pm | Ok but why are we going there? Isn't it closed at night?🤨
Can you just come? I am scared to go alone. | 10:18 pm
10:19 pm | I said I'll come. now chill, thanks for the late nigth walk 😘
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Jiminaa!! Are you okay? What did the doctor say? | 04:04 am
What's the name of the hospital and your room no. I'm coming right now | 04:04 am
Can you please reply me 😟😟 | 04:05 am
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