Cotton Candy Boy | Jimin ✓

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"Amber. It's dark out here. Come on, I'll walk you to your home."

Jimin stood up.

I shook my head.

"No. I'll... I'll be fine."

He gave me a look.

"Come on. I won't let you walk alone. It's too dark and people are dangerous."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. I have to go to Layla's house, anyways. I'll stay the night there."

He stared at me for a moment.

"Well, then I'll walk you to her house. Either way, I'm not leaving you alone."

I didn't know what to do. How do I tell him my mother didn't want me to come back home and that Layla was out of town?

I nodded, nonetheless.

As we were walking side to side, his hand brushing against mine, I felt jolts of electricity pass through my hand to my body.

"You know, you can tell me anything."

I knew what he was referring too.

I sighed.

"My mom has someone over at our house. Layla's out of town. I don't know what to do. I can't go back home. Mom will hit me."

"Shit."

He cursed under his breathe.

"She hits you?"

I nodded. If I spoke, I would've started crying.

"That bruise on your wrist. Was it her?"

He had seen my wrist that day at cafe. And he remembered that.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Fuck. I'm not letting you go back to her."

He balled his hands into fists.

"Where will I go then?"

"You can stay at my house."

Before I could say no, he took my cold hand in his warm one and started walking in the direction of his penthouse.

I felt butterflies in my stomach. My hand fit in his perfectly.

Oh dear God.