laptop + p.jm

15.

"she looks dead."

"i can hear you, jerk."

menda's body felt stiff, but her eyes were okay to lift themselves up and soak in her surroundings; she was covered with layers of blankets in her own bed. she wonders what time it was since it was pretty late when they first arrived at the rink.

"how do you feel?" jimin spoke first, surprisingly low.

at the sound of his voice, menda's brain went back a few hours to when jimin smoothly confessed that he fancied her. the flashback made menda feel even more worse and dizzy; she couldn't bare to look at him.

"i feel.. trapped. get these blankets off of me, please." with shaky hands, jimin peeled off the blankets one by one, setting them next to her. menda could see hoseok sitting on the love seat in her bedroom, and a figure on his lap - mei. menda smiled at the image.

"now really, men, how do you feel?" jimin's voice was still at it's lowest - which sounded weird considering he had a squeaky voice - and menda could tell he was shaken from the event that took place earlier.

menda forced out a chuckle. "i feel fine, really. just embarrassed. how long was i out, and how did i teleport to my bed?"

at this, mei got up and sat next to menda, explaining everything after she blacked out.

"you wouldn't stop groaning over your tailbone, and then you began to hyperventilate which scared the shit out of me, and you passed out."

menda covered her face with both hands. "then?"

"the employees helped us take you to the car and they asked if you'd need to go to the hospital, but we said it was okay. they were nice and put everything on the house."

"wow.."

"wow what?"

"am i that heavy?"

mei leaned in closer to menda and gave her a noogie. menda thought jimin would laugh at the joke, but he didn't. he leaned on the doorframe slightly and stared at menda as if it were the last time he'd see her.

"what time is it, by the way?" menda asked, remembering about the darkness she saw out her window.

"two in the morning."

"what?!"

"you slept like three hours. or maybe you were dead for three hours but suddenly god was like, 'yeah, take her back'."

now it was menda's turn to sit up and give mei a noogie. mei giggled and squirmed away, returning to hoseok's side.

"so are you guys a thing now? or is it going to be another second night stand?"

hoseok rolls his eyes and stands up next to mei. he was inches taller than her, and slightly tanner. he wraps his lengthy arms around mei's waist and gives her a peck on her jawline.

"i hope that answers your question."

a little more time passes before menda decides that her friends should get some rest. she ached to speak to jimin alone and talk to him. she didn't understand what the knots in her stomach meant, but somehow she knew jimin only made it tighter.

"are you sure you don't want me to stay with you? what if you feel sick again and -"

"i'll be fine, i promise. go home, and sleep, like really sleep. no funny business tonight!" menda jabs her finger toward hoseok who was grinning from ear to ear. menda watched as the two tangled hands and disappeared in the thickness of the mist.

jimin trails behind the couple, in the midst of putting his windbreaker on when menda tugs at the back of the garment.

he stops fast in his tracks, as if a pause button was just pressed. menda couldn't tell if her heartbeat was heard from the abrupt silence, but she spoke quick before her nerves could be noticed.

"c-can you maybe.. stay? again?.. please?" it came out as a hoarse whisper, shocking menda.

jimin turns around and holds the fragile hand that gripped on the article of clothing. "of course, darling."

it was now three thirty in the morning, and jimin nor menda felt any fatigue. menda changed into her favorite silk gown that swayed from mid-thigh, an apricot color reflecting off of it.

jimin comes out of the bathroom with the same grey sweats from this morning, only this time he was wearing a loose muscle tank. his fingers tangled in his hair, he walks slowly towards the bed and looks at menda with shining eyes.

"i can't even explain the way you look to me right now," jimin groans, freeing his hand from his messy hair.

"i'm wearing shorts." menda shifts around with the position on her bed, lacing her fingers in her own hair due to the shyness jimin has made her feel.

jimin laughs at the statement, and sits in front of her, licking his full lips.

"that was irrelevant to tell me, considering that the gown was already ripped off in my mind." menda slaps his bicep, hard, and plants her face in the pillow behind her. jimin laughs again, and rubs his arm softly.

"kidding, men, kidding. why'd you want me to stay over?"

a few moments later, menda comes back up and lets out a sigh. jimin noticed her flustered cheeks and kept the look to himself, admiring it.

"i-i wanted to talk to you."

"about what?" jimin removed his hand from the small of menda's back.

"about today. when i fell, i didn't want you to think it was because of you - because of what you said."

jimin wanders his eyes to something else in the room, and stays still for a few seconds before he remembers what he let slip out.

"god, i like you, you dork."

jimin breathes in loudly, and stares back at menda.

menda. the  menda that he has been looking at through a screen for weeks, the menda who owned the laptop he looked through for weeks, the menda who made him feel frustrated and taken aback and surprised and alive.

menda.

"i like you, menda."

menda swore the room was spinning as the words left his pretty mouth. she feared she would faint again, but her body told her otherwise.

this wasn't suppose to happen. from the beginning all menda wanted was her laptop back, and to beat the living hell out of the person who took it in the first place. but now what? the thief wasn't suppose to be a beautiful, attractive man who knows all the right strings to pull.

she learned to not loathe him the further she got to discover him, and the current state left her confused, so confused. she wasn't experienced with relationships and was stuck.

menda growls through frustration and cups the sides of jimins face with both hands, harshly pulling him towards her and crashes her lips on his. the feeling of jimin's plump lips instantly dominating menda's tender ones made menda go limp, jimin snaking his hands on her neck, pulling them together even tighter. the kiss was hot and sweet, and sadly short as their lungs ran out of breath and now their foreheads were together while they're mouths panted and inhaled for some air.

"that, was an even better response than i imagined."