A Butterfly's Wings | 박지민

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I heard the shower turn on.

I asked Moonbyul if she could come and visit another time, and she agreed.

"Call me, okay?" 

I nodded and she hugged me. I hugged her back, but she pulled away and slipped through the door.

I closed and locked it. I went into my room and jumped on my bed. I ran a hand through my hair and took off my sweater, which was stained with blood. I looked at the tear that it wore in the armpit section. 

"Dang, this was my favorite sweater, too."

I stared at my sweater for a few seconds more until I heard a noise, followed by cursing.

"Aish!" Jimin screamed.

I jumped off my bed and swung open the door connected to my room and the bathroom.

Jimin was on the floor, still with blood, and luckily he had a towel splayed across his...y'know.

"Why're you in here? Get out!" he yelled.

I ignored him and walked towards his weak form on the floor. I grabbed his arm, only to be swatted at.

"I said get out!"

"Jimin, stop being so stubborn! You obviously injured your leg doing whatever you were doing, therefore you can't take a shower!"

"Yes I can, you just need to go."

I slapped him on his chest, and he winced in pain.

"Your muscles are sore. You need to soak in warm water. You need a bath."

"Okay, then leave."

I shook my head and pulled him up. Boy, was he heavy.

"What are you doing?" he popped.

"I helping you bathe. After seeing you like that with self-inflicted wounds, I don't trust you to be alone anymore."

He stopped talking whilst I sat him on the toilet.

I turned off the shower, and ran some bath water.

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**JIMIN POV**

I sat on the toilet, weak from the pain I was enduring.

I stared at Chae-eun's backside while she drew my bath water. Because of the steam from all the hot water in this secluded space, tiny water droplets formed on her partially bare back. Her backbones flexed with every move she made. She wore a spaghetti strap tank top with some blue shorts. My eyes trailed down to her butt. I quickly turned my gaze up to her hair, which was kind've frizzy because of all the humidity. It was black and reached all the way to her rear-end. Her look, her form, was so sexy.

I guess you can say I was turned on.

I bit my lip as continued to stare at her back.

I was getting hot.

"It's done." she said as she turned the water off.

She turned towards me, one of her straps falling down her shoulder. She ran a hand through her long hair and stretched her arms back. I had to restrain myself from biting my lip again.

"I can get up myself." I retorted.

"Yeah, right. You couldn't even get up off the floor."

If she touched me, I knew for sure I would get erect. I couldn't let that happen. She would be able to see it, I only have a towel on. Plus, she would think I'm weird.