Weekend.

Yesterday in homeroom, Taehyung said I was coming over for a sleepover today. He didn't bother with "would you like to..." or "can you..". It was a statement. It was going to happen, no questions about it. I wonder if he didn't ask because he thought I'd tell him no. That's what I'll usually do. It isn't hard to either, they know I have dance class often.

I stood outside of his house with a sleeping bag in my arms. I already got ready for the night before coming. He texted me the address and my mom dropped me off. It was the first time I'd opened one of his messages. I didn't look at any of the other texts, I only looked at the address. Who knows what's hidden in those texts. I'm not interested in finding out.

The other guys should be here. I was meant to come around three. It's a little past seven now. I told him I had plans all afternoon with my mom. He said I was lame, but to make sure I still come.

I'm not sure why I listened to him at all. Maybe because I don't want something like the car incident to happen again. It could also be for my mom's sake. Make it seem like things are looking up by spending time with "friends". Possibly both.

I knocked on the door. I waited a few minutes before Taehyung had answered it. He had his usual fake smile that woo'd everyone plastered to his face. I didn't smile back. I haven't really smiled or genuinely laughed in a while. I guess I can't fake one like him either. Not for any of these guys anyways.

"Hey Jimin. Nice of you to actually show up. Come in" He said.

I stepped inside. After taking off my shoes and walking into the living room, I looked around. Taking in the place. From the outside, I could tell his house was nice. It was decently big. My house is bigger though. Even on the inside, it's pretty. The walls were white, the couch was a dark grey, there were a lot of paintings hanging, all with silver frames. It was pretty, in a dull sort of way.

My house was arguably nicer, depending on taste. Our walls are a light tan color. The furniture was all the same shade of brown. Tables were dark wood. We had paintings and vases. Family photos with my moms relatives. Pictures of me throughout the years. We had random items from her work out too. Little figurines and such. His house was very clean cut. With the detailing in mine, ours was just more lively.

"Come on, you don't have to stand here in awe over my house. Is yours really that trashy?" He asked.

I didn't respond.

He made his way up the stairs, I followed behind him. I glanced around the hallway to look at his family photos. There was one big photo of him with his mom and dad, then 3 solo photos of each of them lined up perfectly underneath the family one. I couldn't help but notice how sweet his parents looked in the one of them all together. Taehyung didn't smile in it. He looked like he couldn't be bothered to care for the photo. Even the photo of him by himself. He looked blank and bored, but at least he managed to smile in that one. If I didn't know him, maybe I would've been fooled. If I didn't know what it looks like to pretend, maybe I wouldn't be able to tell.

We walked into the room. None of the guys paid me any attention. My eyes immediately fell on Jungkook. He was helping look for a movie to watch it seems.

I keep focusing on him lately. Not because I like him or anything. He's an a grade asshole just as much as the other guys are. I just keep thinking of him in the library. Handing me chocolates to shove into my mouth. Also, him pulling me out of the road twice. Even yesterday, where he kept looking at me. Anything I did, his eyes followed along. He does it so shamelessly too, if I look directly at him, he'll look right into my eyes.

My attention moved to the sleeping arrangements. The guys had their bags laid out in no particular order. All besides Jin and Taehyung who had theirs right beside each others anyways. I went to go lay mine behind and a little farther away from the rest of them.

"Should we watch a bunch of scary movies? Your selection of those are nice." Yoongi asked.

He looked through a pile of movies. Jungkook gave up looking. He went to his bag. To my surprise, he dragged it over close to mine. I sighed as I debated on moving away. Ultimately, I pretended not to notice.

"Let's watch Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum first" Taehyung suggested.

"I-I can't watch horror movies. I won't be able to sleep" I protested immediately.

They make fun of me enough. They don't need to see me jump every time a sudden sound is made.

"What are you? Four? There's not actually any demons" Yoongi sighed.

I bit my lip and looked down. I shouldn't have bothered saying anything. If anything, it only makes them all want to watch horror movies more.

"Hey, Chubmin, don't worry. It's not real, alright?" Jungkook reassured.

He smiled at me. It wasn't forced. He really was trying to make me feel better. It doesn't help any.

Taehyung looked back at us after Jungkook said anything. His eyes were set on me first, looking me up and down, then looked at Jungkook the same. He snorted and turn away from us.

"Oh please! Just watch the movie, Jimin. And if you cry, we're locking you in the bathroom and chanting bloody mary" he said.

I hate him.

I know it's not real, but he always finds some way to get underneath my skin.

Jungkook moved closer to me when the movie started. Throughout the first film I jumped repeatedly. Holding onto my knees like an absolute wimp. Burying my head in it whenever I sensed something was about to happen. Pouting like a child whenever somebody screamed.

I was like that all the way into the second one too. I hated every moment of this. They're only films, but everything about my situation right now only made it worse. Sitting here with all of my "friends". Being beside Jungkook. Forced to watch scary movies. Being told they'll lock me in the bathroom and call a demon. It's childish, but I hate it all. I want to go home.

The guys put in the third movie. I couldn't bring myself to look at the screen any longer.

Half way into the film, the only guys awake are Jin, Jungkook, and me. Jin's head kept falling. He'd lift it back up and shake it. I don't think he'll last another five minutes. Jungkook on the other hand, stared at the movie without a care. He didn't jump much throughout it either. I can't relate.

Jin officially went to sleep two thirds of the way through. He finally laid in his bag beside Taehyung. It's just Jungkook and I now. I'm sure after this film he'll sleep too. Then it'll just be me. Awake all night.

A blood curdling scream filled the room. I flinched, despite not even looking at the film. I covered my ears to try and block out the noise. It sent my body into a panic mode. I want to leave.

I felt Jungkook put his arm around me. He pulled me in a bit closer to him. I tensed up a soon as he made contact with me. For a split second I thought he was trying to scare me. When I looked up at him, he casually continued watching the movie. I couldn't help but scoff out loud right then. Pulling away, but not scooting all too far. Admittedly, I'm terrified to be alone.

The movie ended. Jungkook got up to turn off the t.v. The room went black. I jumped at the sudden change. There wasn't much light to see at all besides the bits that passed through the closed blinds.

"Jimin" I heard Jungkook whisper.

"What" I replied dully.

I didn't say it like I was curious. I just said it.

"I'm not tired. Want to go for a walk?" He asked.

I sighed mentally. The thought of what happened the last time I was alone with Jungkook came to mind. My heart felt heavy with anxiety.

Although, Taehyung's room scares me now that it's dark. It feels stuff in here as well.

"Ok..." I trailed off, not fully sure of my decision.

I stood up and carefully walked over to the door. He quietly opened it wide enough for us to slide through it. We stepped lightly down the hall and slowly down the stairs. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing. I felt like I was being watched, even though I know I wasn't. Those movies had me on edge.

He only pressed the backs of his shoes down and slid them on, so I did the same. I followed closely behind him as we walked out the door.

We walked silently. The walk felt best that way. Him not bothering me. Us simply coexisting. Although, he walked so close to me. I stepped away from him to separate us a bit.

"Tonight's pretty" He said suddenly.

I looked over at him. He was looking up at the sky. When I looked at the sky, I saw nothing in particular that was stunning. Busan's light and air pollution's made night significantly less gorgeous here. In films from other places, you'll see stars blanketing the sky. Nights like that here don't come often.

"I guess" I shrugged.

We continued walking. He moved right beside me again, this time I didn't move. We walked quietly. I couldn't say it was peaceful. It was just quiet. It gave me time to think.

With him next to me, most of my thoughts were about food. I didn't eat today. I did drink two bottles of water. Since I came late, I didn't have to eat here with the guys. I didn't have to eat at home either since I told my mom I'd have dinner at Taehyung. She looked worried, but let me be.

"Jimin, you're really pretty for a guy" He said randomly.

He didn't call me Chubmin. He also complimented me. Yet somehow, I feel like it could be a joke. How pretty could he think I am if he watched me puke up blood while snot and tears ran down my face.

These guys stop at nothing to bring me down.

He looked at me with a smile on his face. How smug he must feel.

I looked down at my shoes as I continued to walk.

"Do you ever smile?" He asked then.

I sighed out. Running my fingers through my hair. Shrugging as my arm fell back to my side.

It grew awkward after that. The tension was building up slowly, but after asking that, it skyrocketed.

We were left walking silently around the block. He was still so close to me.

"Um- so you like dancing right? What do you like about it?" He questioned me again.

What does he care? Is this his effort at small talk? Trying to cut the tension?

"I don't know anymore" I said.

He frowned.

"What did you like about it?"

I shrugged again.

"It helped me take my mind off of my dad. Being sad. Everything. I wasn't me when I'd dance, nothing in my life mattered besides the moves"

Now the moves are never good enough. Now I focus on how much skill I lack. My technique means nothing. My coordination is always off these days. My expression is always blank. I'm not invested in whatever part I have as much as I use to be. Dancing is not pretty when I'm the one doing the moves.

He nodded his head and smiled. It was sort of a cute one, like he was excited to talk about interests. I can't say the feelings are mutual. I'd much rather walk in silence.

"I like dancing too"

"Cool" I said with no emotion added.

"I like drawing a lot more. I want to draw comics for a living on day"

My mom owns a comic book company.

"Cool..." I nodded my head in acknowledgement.

By then he seemed to understand that even if he sparked my interest a little, I would rather not talk to him.

I'm beginning to feel tired actually. We turned the block again. I kept my gaze down at my shoes and watched my every step.

My legs have lost a lot of the muscle I'd gained in them from dancing. They're not skinny either though. When I pinch them, there's fat. I hate that fat.

I felt him take my hand. I glanced as he intertwined our fingers. I left my hand limp, not holding back any. I let him continue to hold it. There's no point in tearing it away and asking why he's suddenly being touchy and nice.

Is it only because the other guys aren't around?

"So- what do you want to be?" Jungkook started up the conversation again.

I let out a shaky breath. The future isn't something I've thought much about recently. Even now that I try, I can't think anything of it. There's nothing I want to be. I'm not interested in anything enough to bother pursuing it. I simply don't care anymore.

"Honestly? I don't know anymore." I frowned.

Jungkook shot me a concerned look. It looks the same way my mom looks at me anymore.

"Uh, I mean, I use to think being a dance teacher would be nice. I doubt any of the students would like me or my dancing"

I felt him squeeze my hand reassuringly. It left an odd feeling lingering. I didn't like it.

"Let's just go back in silence" I said quickly.

I pulled my hand away from his. We turned the last corner of the block. Taehyung's house was only three houses down.

"Ok..." He trailed off.

Once we reached Taehyung's house, Jungkook slowly opened the door. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the living room first.

Taehyung stood there with his arms crossed. He eyed me, but said nothing. I nodded my head to be sure not to ignore him. Then I headed up the stairs. Glancing back to see Taehyung blocking Jungkook from heading up.

When I reached the top of the stairs I hesitated to continue to the room.

"Jungkook, let's go for our own walk now" I heard Taehyung say.

He sounded like a parent ready to scold a child.