A Butterfly's Wings | 박지민

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"AYYYYOOOOO JIMIN-AHHH!!"

"JIMINIE'S BACKKK!!"

"ISSAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND??!?!!"

"YAH!" Jimin shouted.

Woah. They're attacking him from all angles.

"Namjoon hyung, you didn't tell them?"

The tall man looked up at Jimin and smiled nervously.

"I forgot...?"

"Aish...Everyone, this is Chae-Eun.She's not my girlfriend, we're project partners. Chae-Eun say hi."

I looked at Jimin and scrunched my face. He simply laughed. Who was he to tell me to say hi?

"What, did I say something wrong, peanut?"

"I'm not a child. I know how to greet myself."

"Says a person that never had any friends."he retorted.

"Yah!" I shouted.

"What??"

"I do have friends!!"

"Name one!"

"AISH!" I jumped at him and pulled his hair.

"YAH!" he said.

We were basically fighting. Me, pulling his orange hair, and him, holding my waist back so I could get off. The bystanders just stood there, not doing anything.

"내 머리의 가자!!"(let go of my head/hair) he shouted.

"NEVER!!" I retorted loudly.

Eventually, someone came in and pulled me off of Jimin.

"No! LET ME PULL HIS HAIR OFF!! A JERK LIKE HIM DOESN'T DESERVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!!"

"AISH!! You're crazy! You messed up my hair! AGAIN!!"

Me, ignoring the arms of muscle around my waist, continued to yell.

"You mess up your hair everyday when you run your baby hands through them 24/7!! I MEAN, WHAT'S THE POINT?? YOU WANNA LOOK SEXY?!?? IS THAT WHAT IT IS, HUH? HUH?"

"YOU'RE THE LAST PERSON TO TALK ABOUT SMALL, ANYTHING!! MS. 150.6 CENTIMETERS!!"

"I TOLD YOU, I'M 167.6 CENTIMETERS!!!!"

"All right that's enough!!" Namjoon shouted.

"Man, to say you guys aren't boyfriend and girlfriend you argue like an old married couple..." The one holding me sighed.

"Jungkook." Jimin said.

"Hm?" the man holding me said.

"Let go of her."

The man's arms didn't release me right away. Instead, he spoke.

"Why, is hyung jealous that I'm the one holding his widdle peanut?"

"Jungkook, I'm serious. And don't call her that."

Instead of Jungkook following the man's orders, his grip on me tightened. Something warm and wet glided over the top of my ear, then a slight suction appeared.

Jimin's eyes went wide and he swung his fist into the man's face behind me. Well, tried to.

Instead of his fist going into the man who sucked my ear, it went into my cheek.