Smol Bean Problem ◇Jikook◇

11 ◇Exceptions◇

Jungkook's POV

It was late in the afternoon, the sun already disappearing out of the horizon with deep orange and red colors as I slowly got bored of just sitting on my bed and watching videos on youtube. Bigbang of course.

And what was even better than just laying lazily around all day on a boring sunday?
Yes, eating.

Plugging my earphones in my phone and putting on a black beanie, I made my way out of my room, out of the school and out of the campus to go to my second favourite place beside my bed - the ice cream parlour.

The place turned out to be really crowded.
I didn't really have anything against crowded places, as long as the crowd wasn't that tight to squeeze you in or people didn't try to interact with me.
But today, even if people didn't come close to me, I had the feeling that almost half of them were staring at me.
Was it some kind of crime to enjoy your time being alone while eating ice cream?
Because that was how it felt like.

Annoyed by the unwanted attention I got, I ran my fingers through my already messy hair, and I swear I heard someone squealing at that exact moment. What the heck?

After the old lady handed me my ice cream, it was Hibiscus Mango again by the way, I decided to eat it outside since there was surely no empty table anyway.

I was halfway to the exit when it happened, I had the feeling fate and gravity really hated me, because why the hell was I lying on the floor with either a bloody eye or with broken buttocks every second day?

As I saw who was the cause for all this, for being pushed so hard on the ground that I couldn't move or say anything for a few moments, I really wanted to disappear into
the ground. It could have been a little, annyoying kid with missing teeth and a jumbo ice cream in it's hands so that I could scold the mother for being totally irresponsible for not watching their children but no, of course it had to be a girl.

Girls were surely nice human beings, but due my lack of interaction with them in the past, I didn't know how to behave around them, I was never told or taught how to talk with girls except for my mother but she'd been as good as never home anyway so it didn't count.

Lost in my panic, I hadn't noticed the stinging pain in my arm so I reached out with my other hand and scratched lightly there, the pain, however, only getting stronger while doing it.
The next moment, I felt another hand on my arm, stopping me from touching it any further.

"Oh my god, I'm so so so sorry, but please stop scratching, it will bleed only more! I'm really, really sorry for my clumsiness! Wait, I think I have a band-aid in my bag." The girl muttered with trembling arms.

I didn't know if it was because the manager of the store had might turned of the air conditioner that I felt like a burning candle  or because the girl was caressing my arm while fumbling in her bag. It could have been both too.

"I found it! Uwa, it bleeds so much!"

As I felt fingers and a band-aid touching my skin, I couldn't help but think of a certain person, because the first time we had met had been a somewhat similar situation. Jimin had dropped his books on my feets and my toe had started to bleed, but the only thing that was different was the last part with the band-aid. Unlike the cold fingers of this girl, Jimin's had been warm, soft and so gentle that it had been the first time I'd felt comfortable with someone touching me.

I didn't want this girl to touch me, I could have handled it on my own, but I was somehow unable to move and to speak. Was I insane to want rather Jimin to be the one to take care of me? Maybe it was because I felt the most vulnerable at this moment with a bleeding arm and the biggest fear squatting in front of me, but I really wanted to hug something right now, something soft as a pillow, a teddy bear or even Jim-