Grace Xiu

Seokjin was out of sight and instead of going to do what I was going to do, I ran to my room.

Tears attacked and I was crying.

I was trying so hard to keep my sobs quiet, but all my frustrations and anger turned into tears and I couldn't stop.

I stood, a hand over my mouth and another hand on my forehead.

I hate Seokjin.

I hate Cathy.

I hate this weekend.

I hate my luck.

Every damn moment I feel better, life takes it as an opportunity to f**k it up and make me go back to feeling like sh*t.

My door opened behind me and just before I could turn around, two men surrounded me in their comforting arms.

I finally let myself cry out loud. I covered my red face as I cried, but my sobs were loud enough.

"I'm gonna go get her something. I'll be back." I heard Namjoon say to Jimin.

I felt his figure leave and Jimin pulled me closer to him. My warmth combining with his. His arms becoming a blanket to me.

His hand rested on the back of my head as he let his own shirt become a tissue for me.

My heart tugged. I felt it tug. My heart was warm. I didn't feel so cold inside anymore. I got the tingling feeling inside my bones and it instantly made me smile.

I felt better already.

I still feel like sh*t.

But, still better.

Jimin brought me to the bed and let us sit down.

I leaned back to wipe away my tears, but Jimin brought me back to his chest.

"No, no, Grace. Keep crying. Let it all out. Crying reduces stress." He whispers against my hair.

I nodded and didn't have to force myself to continue again.

I cried. Harder.

It wasn't just frustration, though.

It was from happiness too.

I felt so happy to have friends like these around me. I felt thankful for Jimin to know when my hardest times were.

I felt....loved.

Namjoon came back with facemasks that help with swelling and puffiness and set them on my counter.

They both stayed with me and listened to me as I ranted about every bad thing that happened this weekend.

They gave me advice, told me positive things, and comforted me.

I was feeling 10x better when I told them that they should head back and get some rest before tomorrow. I thanked them with all my heart and gave them both hugs.

Feeling somewhat refreshed, I finally passed out in my bed.

Ready for tomorrow.

Ready to get the hell out of this place.

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I open my eyes, smiling. I see the sunshine through the windows and I could hear cars beeping and chattering from outside.

I guess my window was left open somehow.

I'm not complaining. Hearing those cars means that people are leaving.

I'm so ready to leave too...

I breath out and turned around to snuggle back into the fluffy blankets, hoping to get maybe another half hour of sleep. I was still feeling a bit drowsy-

OH SH*T!

Jimin was right next to me.

In bed.

Under the covers.

Sleeping!

I gasped and hid under the covers.

No way. I know exactly what happened last night. He left and he never came back. I wasn't drunk at all. I was completely sober. I didn't and I wouldn't. Of course not. It couldn't have happened because it couldn't! I know because I remember. Nothing happened. I went to sleep and I'm not sore at all!

An arm falls over me and I suck in my breath.

The arm continues to pull me towards him. The hand was gripping my waist and I could feel the biceps on my stomach.

I'm about to burst.

I slowly pulled the covers over me, so I could breath again.

And I caught a beautiful glimpse of him.

Sleeping, so calmly.

His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly apart. His hair was messy in an adorable way.

He looked good.

I didn't.

I quickly started rubbing my eyes, trying to get the crust out of them. I looked behind me and saw a mint on the counter.

Finally, those damn hotel mints become somewhat useful.

I reach over and pop it in my mouth.

As I was in mid-reach, Jimin brought his other arm around me, so he was full on cuddling me.

He was like a koala bear, attached to a tree.

I couldn't help, but admire how innocent and cute he looked as he was in dreamland.

Let me be honest, a lot of people don't look this good while asleep. A lot of people don't look nice at all when they first wake up. But, this boy, he looked like the cutest puppy on earth.

I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, making it short and sweet.

"You know.......when you kiss me......another part of my heart becomes yours." He says, eyes still closed.

I froze.

"You may just be kissing my cheek....but I still obsess over it like it's a drug." He weakly laughs.

He reaches over and grabs my hand. He brings my hand to his warm cheek and makes me stay there for awhile.

"I really missed you, Grace." He continues with his eyes closed and his tone deeper than usual.

My heart thumped.

I watched him with my smile indenting my cheeks.

"You're like....someone you don't really appreciate until they're gone. You know? That saying. I can relate to it so much." He says and pecks my hand. "Damn, I didn't know how well we fit together until I lost you."

His smile quickly lowers into a frown, making me frown too.

"When I was with the-the other girls, uh, they weren't one bit as amazing as you. I just can't believe my dumbass was too damn afraid to love you harder when that's all you ever deserved." He shook his head. "My dumb luck made me lose you and that's something I'll regret forever."

"Jimin...." I carassed his cheek. "Baby...."

"And when you say things like that....no other person can make my heart beat faster. Or my cheeks hotter. Or my thoughts wilder." He opens one eye to tease me with his gaze.

My whole body heated up.

"Jimin, I...."

One whole day that you've been single, Grace.

Just one day.

Can't stay single at all?

Cathy was right.

You will always need a man.

Don't you?

Too weak by yourself, huh?

Your reputation is going to lower just like Jimin's.

Just like Seokjin's.

You're going to look like a fool.

A big, horny fool.

Came here with Seokjin, leaving with Jimin.

Such a hoe.

Media will think Jimin's just in you for your body and fame.

You'll ruin his life too.

Again.

Such a b*tch move.

Grace.

Don't.

"Grace? Grace?"

My mind faded back into reality.

My face was frozen in fear like I just woke up from a nightmare.

Jimin was looking at me, eyes opened. His eyebrows lowered in concern and his arms were still tightly hooked on me.

I lost the will to speak to him.

My brain was hurting.

My thoughts became my enemy.