A Butterfly's Wings | 박지민

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I woke up again, only to find Jimin's face in between my breasts. I suddenly jerked up and hit his head. He groaned in annoyance.

"Aish..what are you doing?" he grumbled, dragging his words.

"The real question is what are you doing? Why is your face in my chest? Why am I in your bed," I looked down at the oversized T-shirt I was wearing and fear washed over me. I hastily looked under to see if I was wearing a bra, but I calmed down when I saw a black strap of silk.

"What time is it?" Jimin popped.

"Yah," I snapped in his face to try and wake him up. "Why am I in your clothes? Where are mine?"

"I had to wash them," he said as he got up out of the bed. He jerked open his door, but the way he opened his bedroom door wasn't cool and calm, it was one full of anger, furiosity, and annoyance.

"Why?" I hesitantly questioned.

He didn't answer. Instead he looked at me with cold, distant eyes. I couldn't tell if that was Jimin or not. Is he about to have another mood swing?

"Why didn't you tell me?" he replied.

"What?" 

Tell him what?

He walked over to me with heavy steps and raised my shirt with a brute force.

"Yah--" I started.

I looked down at the side of my stomach, and on the wound were lines of thread through my skin.

He stitched it?

"There was so much blood, I....why didn't you tell me that your wound reopened? When I came home you were asleep on your bed, but in a puddle of blood...I didn't know what to think...I started getting angry at myself because I told you I wouldn't leave you again, but I did..."

I reached my hand out to touch his face. I rubbed imaginary circles in a perpetual motion as I began to speak.

"Jimin, it's okay. You're a model. You have other things to worry about. Not a project partner like me." I smiled.

"You don't understand, Chae-eun. I thought you died. If that were to happen, then....then.." his voice trailed off into the abyss. He said nothing else, but his eyes said it every word for him.

"It's okay. I'm okay. I'm fine." I tried to ressure him.

"Your body was so lifeless...your face was so pale.....your skin was so cold...."

"Jimin, don't think about those things," I mentioned as I pulled him into a hug. "Just focus on the me here and now. Okay?" He didn't say anything, he just nodded on my chest. I let him go and he got up and walked out of his room.

Now that I think about it, I've never seen Jimin's room before. It's pretty nice. His bed was big and had normal comforters and linens. His dresser was pushed against next to his walk-in closet. He had a nightstand next to his bed that held a piture which showcased different personalities of his friends. He had a crimson carpet where half of it peeked out from under the bed. 

I got up from his bed and exited his room whilst closing the door. I heard the shower running, so I assumed Jimin was in there.

Hmm..what to do..oh! I can study for the mid-unit exams...

I walked over to my room and pulled out my study material, putting on my circular glasses, and began to work.

After about seven minutes is when a wet and towel covered Jimin opened my door. He just came out of the shower.