ILLICIT | PJM

Thirty-Two

My throbbing head returned back to normal. But my body still had those painful aches and the bruises which ran all over my body. I opened my eyes to see a cold side and creased side of the bedsheet. Did I sleep with Jimin?

Shaking the thoughts off I stretched my back and walked to the attached washroom. I opened the door only to be welcomed by the sight of shirtless Jimin, whose biceps were coming into play as his hands were on the bathroom counter leaned in to look in the mirror which was covered with warm hue. I immediately closed the door to hide my embarrassment.

Why is he so hot?

He walked out of the washroom. Shirtless, and I quickly looked away. He held a bag and gave it to me. "Your clothes." he said in his raspy voice and placed the bag in front of me. I went through the contents, pairs of jeans, PJs, shirts and undergarments.

Wait a darn second, how does he know my undergarment sizes? The thought brought the red shade to my ears.

I do my morning routine after he left the room. Swiftly walking through the kitchen I saw Eonnie from last night making chocolate pancakes.

"Thanks." I smiled as she served me a cup of coffee.

"Take care." she said as she patted my head and immediately left.

"Wait where are you off too?" I questioned her and she stopped midway and faced me.

"I have to go." and with that she left. I redirected my gaze to the stove where Jimin was standing. His hair wet and dressed in black from top to toe. Not to mention his skinny blackripped jeans which made him look like a bad boy. The wings tattoo on his arm and the piercings just added weight onto the fact that he was actually one.

I shifted my eyes to the big glass sliding doors which gave me a view of a big lawn. I picked up the cup in one hand and quietly left without even saying a word.

I walked barefoot on the hazy cold grass and the blue sky and the morning sun was caressing my arms and face leaving an almost non-existent pinkish hue behind. I continued to walk till I came in touch with the hydrangea shrubs which were grown just before the large off-white wall which marked the boundary of this lawn.

A heavy sigh left my mouth and I took a sip of coffee and turned my head again when I caught Jimin staring at me. I steadily redirected my eyes to my wrists which were having bandages and they had the minute red lines.

At that moment I heard the opening of the big iron gates and revving up cars. I turned my head to Jimin's side only to see an opened sliding door and empty kitchen. "Jimin." I yelled and my voice echoed but there was no answer. The closing of car doors came audible to my ears and I approached further to see who it was and the sight in front of me left no possibility of not to amaze me.

"Jin oppa?" these words barely came out of a whisper. I shook my wrist vigorously and pinched my wound to see what I was seeing was even real. It hurt and it was real.

What if this person is not real? I threw the hot coffee at his shoes

"The hell Yeonnie, is this the way you welcome someone?" Jin yelled and there was the same sparkle which he had in his eyes, this was very real. Without saying a word I jumped in his arms and he instantly surrounded my waist with his protective arms.

I freed him from my grip and started crying. "Go back, I don't want you. You don't even care about me, you made me leave you and then you won't even pick calls." I cried loudly like a five year old when he lost his candy.

"You grew so much." Jin came forward and wiped my tears with his shirt's cuff. Just like the old days.

"My life has become a wattpad book." I tried to get a hold of my sobs.

"I know, I know stop crying." he hugged me again. This time harder. Our feelings are so peculiar yet so mysterious. I hugged my brother and my only parent. "Worldwide shoulders I missed you so much." I sighed.

"I missed you more sis." I could feel his cracked voice and his glistened eyes. "So tell me, why are you so wrecked?" he questioned when he examined my body.

"Yester-yesterday I got kidnapped by Jaehyun and they asked me about you which I had no idea about so he beat me up like shit until-until, you know after that." I trailed off and he gave me his windshield smile, puzzling me a bit.

"Why are you avoiding his name?" he smiled again and blush found its way to my cheeks.

"Because I clearly fell for someone who has no feelings for me or whatsoever."

"Yeonnie you would be dumbest person on this planet if you're still not able to see how deeply Park Jimin has fell for you." he held my shoulders.

"I don't trust him."

"Well if you didn't then you would've ran away from here in the first place." what he said was absolutely true. "He will explain okay? Just give him some time." he trailed off and I nodded my head.

"Hyung." a voice startled us and the person in front of me was already running. "Jiminie." they both squealed like someone who did the lovey-dovey shit in highly dramatic movies.

The way they hugged each other only implied the fact that these guys were deeply attached. They weren't like friends but they were like inseparable brothers. A light smile tugged on my face. I simply walked away.

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I was sitting on the cold shelf of the kitchen where Jin oppa was cooking and I was just simply admiring him. I still couldn't believe in the fact that he was actually here, cooking for me like he always did. The mouth watering aroma of spices and hot cheese filled my nostrils.

"Your pasta is gonna be ready anytime soon." Jin smiled. He had changed so much. His bangs were now pulled back to his forehead, his muscles were hugging his clothes and then there was a peculiar sense of fearlessness visible in his eyes which wasn't even on the surface two years back.

"Yeah thanks, at least someone is not feeding me on the brink of a gunpoint." I frowned and Jin's eyebrows pinched.

"What do you mean?"

"I was fed medicines like this." I raised my two fingers joining them and aimed them against my brother's head. I was waiting for an answer when he erupted into laughing.

"You are stubborn." Jin said, like he was pointing that it was my mistake in the first place.

"Oppa how can you side with him?" I pulled myself to the stove and poured some of the pasta to myself in a glass bowl. "Talk now." he said before his steps were no more audible. I shrugged my shoulders at his comment and took a large bite. I turned my head just to see Jimin sit on the kitchen counter staring right through my soul. I simply sighed and started to walk away but I was allegedly stopped due to the death grip around my wrist.

"I have some explaining to do." 

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I look back to see how far I've come. But then I read my previous chapters and then realize how cringe I am in some parts of the story. It's alarming. Don't worry I'll edit and sorry for making you guys read trash. 

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