That One Summer 《 Vmin 》

Chapter 18

Jimin's POV

As soon as we walked into the cabin, I turn on the lights, and dart for the kitchen. I need to eat something to calm me down a little.

I start to dig through the pantry looking for something that can ease my panic. I'm realize I'm still touching him too much, and it seems to bother him.

Will he start to hate me because I'm always too clingy?

"Where's your mom?" Taetae says as he looks around, half-expecting her to come out from a corner and jump him.

His voice makes me turn to him, but my focus is still finding something to nibble on.

I finally find a container of chocolate chip cookies when I answer his question, and I take out a cookie or two before putting it back.

Does this mean it's only you and me?" He says, now sounding a little nervous.

Why is he getting nervous?

"Well, yeah basically," I say as I raise an eyebrow, wondering if Taetae was joking or not about that obvious answer. So?"

"It-it's nothing," he stutters a little.

He start to fidget a lot, seeming semi troubled about something. Maybe I should offer him a cookie, it's definitely a better snacks than his way past due date yogurt.

"Hey, do u want one," I chew-say, raising one up so he knows what I'm talking about.

"N-no thanks," he says, not even looking me in the eyes.

I shrug at his answer. More for me then I say as I shove it into my mouth.

I dust my hands of the little crumbs as I swallow the rest of it. I take a deep breath after as I calm myself from the panicked state I was in before.

"Ok," I say as start to walk out of the kitchen, feeling less stressed about the touching thing since I ate the cookies.

"Take off your shirt," I tell Taetae as I loom over him sitting in the living room. He's still staring off into space as he starts to pull it up, but stops halfway and turns his gaze quickly towards me.

"Wait, What?!" He says as he looks at me questionably and shocked.

"Take off your shirt," I say again, a little louder just in case I mumbled before.

He looks at me questionably, like I'm not making any sense.

"YOUR. SHIRT," I say slowly and carefully as I make excessive hand movements." TAKE. IT. OFF."

"Shut up," he scoffs as he punches me, making me chuckle at his reaction. " Why do I have to take it off?"

"What do you mean," I say as I let my last few chuckles escape my lips; me now starting question a little. "To treat your bruises of course."

He seems like a computer still loading an update as he processes everything, so I say something before he completely finishes his update.

"I'll be right back," I says as a stagger back a little, turning swiftly to go in the direction of the bathroom.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT YET," I yell from the other room as I look for what I came for.