DON'T WANNA LEAVE

In the previous chapter

(chapter-23):

And when it was my turn to get off stage, I didn't wanna go. Even if it was just for a refreshment, I didn't wanna go. I didn't want this to end.

I don't want this to end..

Chapter-24:

Olivia (in Suga's body) POV:

Oh.. and they said, "ALL GOOD THINGS END FAST."

Whoever said that, guess they weren't lying..

Because, everything I wished would never end, seemed to end in seconds.

Just when has anything I've wished come true?

Lemme tell u some examples..

9 years old: Wished I would die in the project mission itself.. didn't happen.

And that's the thing I wished for every year on my birthday I guess.. until this year... when i realized it was no use and wished for something else. But it turned out this way.. what to do. But it isn't all because of my wish right?

My ribs are ready to tear out of my chest. Now that I'm off stage, it hurts more.. is there a doctor who can attend to these bones? I should tell Joon... ugh.

"Joon.." I groaned in pain. But he didn't seem to notice that I was in pain. What the hell dude..

"Wasn't that an awesome experience Olivia!! I told you right?" He gushed on and on like a little girl who wore a princess outfit for the first time.

"Joon.."

"Yah no need to thank me and all Olivia.. it's okay. I know you enjoyed it..." he said again, his eyes sparkling.

"Joon.. shut up. I did like it, but these ribs are killing me. Be a good boy and bring me a doc?" I said, groaning and lying down face first on a couch.

"Oh. I forgot about that.. sorry getting onstage makes one forget a lot of things you see..." he went on blabbering until I could take it no more.

"Joon, as much as I consider you a wonderful human being, if you don't get your ass out of here right now, YOU WON'T HAVE ONE!!" I yelled, using up all the energy still left in me.

He looked taken aback and before I could blink, he was running out of the room. That's when Jimin came in, looking perplexed. He didn't notice me lying on the couch probably because this white shirt and pants and this suga guy's milk white skin tone blended in well with the white couch. I'm just happy he didn't sit on me by accident, mistaking me for the couch. I could totally imagine such an incident happening.

Instead, he just stood in front of the dressing room mirror, and stared at his reflection. I was waiting for him to wail about how there's a pimple of something on his face like a princess, but instead, he.. he...

Gasp. TOOK OFF HIS FREAKING SHIRT!!.. Am I not supposed to look away when someone changes? Isn't that basic manners? Then why am I STARING!!!

Well you can't blame me.. who has such a baby face and ripped muscles? Dude..

Didn't he even see me in the mirror? What am I? Invisible or a ghost or both?

His fingers ran over the purple splotch he had on his chest.. he turned a bit and checked his abs out? I could see his eyes looking down, disappointed, and I could swear I saw a tear threatening to slip down out of his shadowed eyes as he stared at the table with food on it.

Is he insecure about himself? But he wasn't so on stage.. should I approach him? But before I could react,

I saw him fall to the floor, his face buried in his arms, sobbing loudly. I couldn't just stop my legs from going towards him by themselves. I maybe heartless when I'm an agent, but I'm not, to the people who consider me as their friend. My ribs were practically killing me for every inch I moved, but my legs didn't stop and it was like my arms had a life of their own, because they snaked themselves around his neck.

"Jimin.." I called him, lightly patting his head.

He flinched when he heard my voice. He looked up, and I saw his eyeliner running down his face, and his smooth lips shaking.

"I- " he started, but his voice broke and he broke down crying. I couldn't leave him at his lowest right? I pulled him closer to my chest and hugged him, running my hand through his hair. And at that moment, I totally forgot he was shirtless and I was practically a girl by soul. I didn't care.. he was breaking down, and I was inclined to give him some kind of support.

He grabbed my shirt as he cried on me. His warm tears were wetting the shirt I was wearing. This wasn't my body, it's of his friend's maybe that's why he feels comfortable?

I wanted to tell him a thousand words right now, but the language barrier, wasn't helping, one bit. Maybe he'll understand?

"Jimin.. look... don't cry. You are beautiful. Beautiful as you are." I said, lifting his head with my forefinger, making him stare into my eyes. He just sat there, crumbled up, staring right into my soul.

"You are beautiful.. understand?" I said again, hoping to make some sense. He looked like he understood what I was trying to say..

I felt his hand shaking around me, hugging me hard while he still stared into my eyes. I winced with pain when I felt his hand touching the fractured side.

His eyes looked alarmed and he quickly pulled my shirt up, to make sure he didn't hurt me. There was a huge red splotch on my skin. His cold fingers ran over the mark until I stopped him by pulling my shirt down.

I heard the rustling on footsteps, and I knew he had heard it too, as he stared into my eyes for one last moment before he got off the floor, picked his shirt up and rushed into the changing room. He sent a confused look my way, that I couldn't decipher.

I crouched down on the floor when I heard the door open. Joon came in rushing through, knocking off a makeup set in the process. He ignored the sound of its glass crashing onto the floor and searched for me on the couch. I saw his eyes panic when he couldn't find me.

His eyes travelled all over the room before landing on me. Some guy followed him and entered through the door. His white coat was bright and was blinding me. I took that he was their doctor. He didn't have a stethoscope around his neck like typical doctors, but he carried that mysterious suitcase like the others.

The doctor's eyes scanned the room before Joon pointed to me. He rushed towards me and crouched down. Joon said something to the doctor and he looked at me as if asking for permission to unbutton my shirt. I nodded, and he unbuttoned my shirt before lifting the vest I was wearing.

He gasped upon seeing the red splotch and signalled Joon to carry me to the couch. When Joon came near me, I stopped him and stood up, implying that I can walk by myself. The doctor's face morphed into a one full of worry as I pulled this little stunt.

I laid down on the couch before he inspected my fracture. He told Joon something I couldn't understand, but I caught the words 'scan' and 'fracture'.

Joon nodded before his head turned towards me. They were probably planning on taking me to a built in hospital section, as going to a public hospital, would.. well... publicise the issue.

They put me on a stretcher someone brought in, thus stopping me from getting up and trotting like a pigeon. Once I got to the scan room, I got excited thinking I could experience the peace and calm of the hospital. I liked everything about hospitals except the smell.. well, you do get used to it.

But, I was wrong. Cause as soon as I thought of peace and calm, an ear piercing yell was heard, and the owner of the animalistic cry barged into the room.

Who was it you ask?

Well.. Jison of course.

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