Chapter Two

~~~after the ride

We were now back at the dorms, and after being assigned our rooms, I lazily made my way upstairs. I was with Taehyung and Namjoon, and there were only two beds, so I rubbed tiredly at my eyes and plopped down on the one closest to the wide window with a view of the city, laying on my stomach and burying my face into the soft pillow.

"Namjoon, I can sleep with Jimin if you want, so you can have a bed to yourself." I heard Taehyung saying from the doorway, his rich, deep voice soothing my tired body.

"Ah, thank you Taehyung, I would appreciate that."

Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my back as the bed dipped beside me. I groaned tiredly in response, softly grabbing onto my pillow as I turned my head to look at Taehyung. He was currently scrolling through his phone, his hand just resting on my back. He didn't even look at me, and I frowned.

I watched as Namjoon got situated on his bed, reaching up to turn the lamp off. The door was closed, so no light poured in besides the one from our lamp and the outside buildings. Taehyung turned his phone off, getting up to close the large, heavy curtains before laying down onto the bed next to me, lifting up the thick blanket and snuggling under it.

I turned on my side to face him, unable to help myself. After he held me in the car, I felt strangely closer to him now... as if our relationship had just came a hundred times closer, even though I knew that probably wasn't the case.

He tilted his head to look back at me, and I felt the familiar heat rush to my cheeks as I stared at him, captivated by his dark brown eyes and tousled hair.

"What is it?" He said, lifting up the blanket and gesturing for me to go under it. I obliged, snuggling under the warm covers until we were just mere inches apart.

"Nothing." I said quickly, tucking my head into my chest and looking down to avoid his sharp gaze.

I could feel his gaze on me as he reached out, touching my side gently. "Are you sure? Do you feel alright?"

I nodded, silently cooing at his actions. He cared about me.

"I'm okay, just a little sore from the concert I guess." I said softly, looking back up at him. He nodded, and slowly slid his hand under my shirt, feeling along my abs.

"Tae, what are you-"

"Shh, I won't do anything bad, Jimin." He said, kneading his fingertips into my sore muscle.

I groaned softly at the satisfying feeling, letting my eyes close as he massaged along my abs, hitting all of the right spots.

His hand moved to my side, and then slowly kneaded its way up my back, quiet groans escaping my lips as I pressed my forehead against his chest, mumbling a quiet, "thank you..."

"Don't thank me hyung, you worked hard today, you deserve it." He said, resting his chin on my chest as he pressed his palm into my shoulder-blade, rubbing at it with his fingers.

"Mmm..." I nodded, not even noticing how my body slipped into a deep sleep at his touch.

~~~

I woke up in the exact same position I had fallen asleep in. Taehyung was holding me close with one arm, my face buried in his strong chest. I looked up at him, my eyes slowly opening to see his honey colored face, lined with his soft brown hair.

I couldn't help but smile. Is this what every morning would be like? Me waking up in Taehyung's arms? Because I could get used to that.

"Mmm..." He mumbled softly, shifting beside me and turning onto his other side. I frowned, propping myself up on my elbow as I leaned across his body to see his sleeping face, my frown turning into a smile at the sight.

Laying my head down on his side, I ran my finger up and down his back soothingly, letting my eyes fall closed again. I was so, so lucky-

"Jimin-ah, what are you doing?" He said, his voice gruff and deep as he stretched his arms over his head. I instantly opened my eyes again, watching him.

"Good-"

"You can't lay on me like this Jimin." He said, trying to sit up. I nodded, instantly pulling away from him and running a hand through my hair.

"If Namjoon sees, he'll think we're doing something. And it's not like we're dating anyways." He said, once again stretching his arms over his head with a deep laugh. "That'd be so weird, imagine what the fans would think of something like that?"

I didn't respond. Instead, I just stared at him. His words pierced right through my heart. Something like that... Was he referring to being gay? Was there something wrong with that to him??

I got off the bed instantly, hurrying off to the bathroom. God, I wanted to cry. But no. Idols don't cry. That makes me ugly.

He doesn't... he would never want someone like me... I thought, looking down into the sink. He holds me, he sleeps with me... but it's all vain. It's all platonic Jimin.

But what really hurt the most was just the thought that he would never want to be with me. Because he was embarrassed. He was embarrassed of what others thought of him. He was embarrassed of me.

"Fuck..." I mumbled, letting a few tears fall into the sink. Why couldn't Taehyung just... be mine? Hold me and love me and tell me that everything was going to be alright...

God, Jimin, now you sound like a child... A little girl fantasizing about her celebrity crush.

Sighing, I opened the door, only to see that both Taehyung and Namjoon had left the room. But what else was new? I grabbed some different clothes, which I quickly changed into before going downstairs to eat. Jin had made everyone pancakes, and I smiled, going over to the table to eat, right in between Yoongi and Jungkook.

"Good morning hyung!" Jungkook greeted me, hugging softly onto my arm. I forced a smile, trying not to show my sadness that I still felt towards Taehyung, who was sitting right across from me.

"Good morning Kookie." I said, ruffling his hair. I could feel Taehyung's eyes burning into me, and I pouted once more. Why was he looking at me? Didn't he just crush any chance of us having a relationship? Maybe, he was angry...

Or maybe, just maybe...

He was Jealous.