(Y/N's POV)
Did...he...just say I could sleep in his room?...
The second Jimin's words leave his lips the both of you are left completely speechless as your entire face erupts in a deep blush, your legs moving to rest against your chest.
"Uh! I! I'm gonna! Go ahead and head to sleep now!"
Sleep?
"Aren't you going to eat your rice?..."
"Aha...I...don't really have an appetite anymore."
Nibbling the inside of your lip you tenderly play with your fingers and watch Jimin's hands ball into fists before he walks down the hallway, a small shaky sigh escaping his lips when he pushes open his bedroom door.
"G-Goodnight."
"Oh...Goodnight Jimin..."
He's acting so strange...did he have a super bad dream then?
Oh...does he want me to sleep in there because he's lonely?
....should we go in there little baby?
Standing up from the table and quietly cleaning up the food you ate your cheeks hold the warm fuzzy blush Jimin gave you, your mind having trouble focusing on the task at hand.
...Was he really asking me to go in there?
There's no way.
He doesn't even like when I take an extra second putting on my shoes in the morning...
Pushing your hair back with your fingers and shutting the fridge you tenderly rub your belly and walk to your bedroom and stop in the doorway, your eyes nervously flicking over to gaze at Jimin's door still cracked open with the orange light warmly illuminating the dark wall.
...He wouldn't really....
No...I shouldn't go in there...maybe he was just-
....there's no way he was doing it just to be nice.
That isn't Jimin.
Nervously biting the inside of your lip and going against all the alarm bells ringing your mind you quietly step up to the door and push it open to see Jimin sitting on the end of his bed, his misty eyes widening when he looks up to see your form.
"O-Oh...I..."
"Are you okay?..."
"I was just...uh...y-your door was still open...s-so..."
"Ah...Yeah...are you wanting to sleep in here?"
When you and Jimin's eyes meet you can feel electric shocks shoot all the way down to your knees and butterflies begin to flutter deep inside of your stomach, your erratic heartbeat causing your stomach to lightly flip.
...this is the first time he's been fully awake...when I've been in here...
I don't know what to say...
Pushing both your hands into the pocket of your big sweatshirt you simply give him a silent nod and waddle over to the side of his bed and sit down, the entire room filling with awkward air so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
Why do I feel so weird....
It was fine before....
You can't take your eyes off of Jimin the entire time he slides up on his bed and simply crawls under his covers with his back facing you, the delicate vines and flowers of his tattoo gaining your full attention.
Hmm...it's so pretty...
Laying down on top of the covers and bringing your legs up towards your belly you tenderly reach out and press your hand against one of the flowers perfectly blended within the vines, Jimin's entire body stiffening the second your fingers make contact with his skin.
So pretty....
"Why did you get this on your back?"
"......I have my reasons. It doesn't matter."
"Mmm...what flower is this?"
You watch deep goosebumps rise on Jimin's back the longer your fingers stay on it as he lets out a small sigh and curls up under his covers, his voice lowering to a faint whisper.
"......What color is it....."
"Bright yellow...one of them is darker...but this one is really pretty..."
"....It's a yellow carnation."
Yellow carnation...what a pretty flower...
"Does it mean anything? Like the black one?"
You don't notice the giant tears flowing down Jimin's cheeks on the other side of you as he curls up even father, his breathing becoming deeper and more labored while his arms move to cross against his chest.
".....It's the flower of rejection."
Rejection?
....I don't think I've ever seen Jimin get rejected though....
Keeping your fingers on the flower you trace the delicate outline and then pull your hand away to rest against your chest, your eyes flicking up to look at the back of Jimin's head settled in his pillow.
Rejection...betrayal...are all of these flowers on his back sad?...
I guess I can't say Jimin seems happy though...he actually always looks sad...his eyes are always somber...even when he's with the pretty girls from school...
I wonder what made him so sad...that he would get all these pretty flowers on his back...
(Jimin's POV)
Please...Please stop...
Tightening his fans into a fist around the sheet of his bed Jimin bites the insides of his lip to keep his whimpers at bay to not expose them to the girl laying beside him, his entire chest becoming overwhelmed with bone cracking sadness.
Please....
Please stop...
Please don't touch them...
Why...
Why did I ask her to lay with me...
Why did I ask her if she wants to sleep in here...
I don't understand...
I don't like this feeling...I don't like any of these feelings...
Pulling his legs even closer to his chest Jimin very quietly moves his hand up to massage his chest sparking with sadness and his mind filling with self loathing thoughts, his face becoming soaked from his own tears spilling down his cheeks.
Please go away...
Go back down...
I don't wanna think about it...
I don't want my heart to feel this again...
I can't handle this...I can't handle this at all.
Shutting his eyes as tightly as possible Jimin enfolds himself in his own embrace and feels the heat coming from the girl beside him, her tiny body barely putting any weight on his mattress.
Please stop...
Please....
....Appa....
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