You jerk up, as the beeping of the alarm rings in your ears and you yell in frustration, slamming your hand down on it, halting the annoying siren.

You rub your eyes, looking at the time.

10:30 a.m

You almost freaked out for a moment then calmed down, realizing it was the weekend. After your daily morning routine, you walk to the kitchen, surprised to see Jungkook's door still closed. He usually heads to the gym early and comes back in the evening. You hesitantly walk over, pressing your ear to the door when you hear him open the bathroom door.

You shrug, turning to walk away before you stop dead in your tracks. The muffled sound of lurching echoes through the door and you furrow your eyebrows.

Is he sick?

Without hesitation, you open the door to his room and see him bending over the toilet bowl shirtless, muscles contracting with every forceful lurch. You sigh, grabbing a tissue paper and wetting it under the tap before wiping his mouth.

"You're running a fever." You say, placing your hand on his forehead as he stares at you peculiarly. You put your hands around him to help him stand up but he abruptly pushes them away, standing up and stumbling to his bed.

You click your tongue in annoyance, grabbing the medicine from the cabinet in the toilet when you see him lying down stubbornly with his arms folded. You hold out the glass of water, expecting him to take it but he forces his eyes shut.

"Oh come on! I'm trying to help." You say, tapping his arm. He peeks his eyes open and sighs, sitting up and grabbing the glass from your hand, downing the tablets in one go. A slight shiver racks his body before he lies back down.

"Thank you." He mutters insignificantly as you place a wet towel on his forehead and chest.
"I can do this myself!" He exclaims, frustrated.

"You're in no position-"
"Just leave me alone." He says as you stare back at him, not knowing what to say.

"Kook-"
"Close the door on your way out." He bluntly states as your shoulders slump, giving up.

"Ok.." you mutter, slamming it shut behind you.

Jerk.

While moving the cushions on the couch to the side, you startle when a brown leather object  flops onto the floor.

What the..

Picking it up, you flip it open to see it's a wallet. You squint your eyes at the picture and gasp.

This is Jimin's wallet, why is it-

You remember the night before when Jimin surprisingly landed up and he probably left it behind.

Great, now I have to return this to him. Where does he even live?

You pull out a paper from the wallet that looked like a home agreement sheet and typed the address into your GPS.

Peeking open Jungkook's door, you say,
"I'm going out for something. I'll be back in half an hour."
"Whatever." He mumbles as you close his door and pull a pair of skinny jeans on with a crop top and grab the car keys.

As you drive through the streets towards his location, you furrow your eyebrows.

What the hell? This is the gangster part of the suburbs! Who the fuck lives here?

As you drove further down the now shabby streets, your eyes scan the sides of the roads, afraid someone would hijack you and take away your car. You've seen this on the news sometimes and Jungkook would kill you.

You finally reach the destination and your eyes travel the small house in the area. It looked way better when compared to the others and you wondered if you were at the right place.

Leaving the keys in the car, you shut the door and jog up to the house, ringing the doorbell and tapping an impatient foot as you hear shuffling sounds from inside.

The door shakes a little and opens to reveal a girl with a bra and shorts, who you recognized from the gym. She was the same girl that confronted you about your relationship with Jimin and you furrow your eyebrows.
"Um, can I speak to-"

Before you could finish your sentence, a head pokes around the door, immediately moving the girl aside and behind him.
"Y/N! Um.. what are you doing here?" Jimin asks with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

Without a word, you stretch your hand out with the wallet and he frowns, taking it from you.
"How-"
"You must've left it behind last night." You say as the girl behind him gasps.
"You slept with her too?!" She squeaks as your face contorts with disgust.
"No." You immediately clarify as Jimin glares at her, mumbling something and she disappears into another room.

"Sorry about that.. thank you though. Would you like to go out for some coffee? My treat.."
He says, trailing off.
You smile, shaking your head as you politely decline.

Good heavens no.

"I'm busy.. and-"
You cut yourself off when Jimin's eyes widen and is focused behind you as he pushes you aside, running down the steps.

What in the-

You gasp in shock, running down the stairs behind him and yelling at the men in black jackets and caps that had somehow managed to enter your car.

"No no no no !!!" You yell, banging against the window of the driver's seat as Jimin tries pulling the handles and punching the glass to open the door but it was locked.
"Please don't!!" You yell, banging the window as the man in the mask waves at you as he roars the engine to life, driving off in your- no, Jungkook's car.

Gripping the roots of your hair, you yell in frustration, running to the closest object near you which happened to be a lamp post, kicking it as hard as possible before clutching your throbbing foot.

"Goddamn it!" You yell, crouching down on the road with your head in your hands.

Jungkook's gonna kill me. He saved up money for 7 months to buy that car..

You whine when you realize your bag of items was left in the car too, with your phone inside it.
"What am I gonna do?! What am I gonna tell him?!"
You freak out as Jimin says,
"How did they even start the car?"
You furrow your eyebrows before groaning and hitting your head with your palm.
"I left the fucking keys in!"

He scoffs, running a hand down his face as you stand up.
"I guess I'll be dropping you home then.." he says softly as you groan.

"No.. I'll take the bus."

"Are you crazy? The next bus arrives at 12 pm. You'd have to wait an hour!"

You clasp your lower lip between your teeth as you eye Jimin with your hands resting on your hips, going against the repulsive feeling of him dropping you home.

"Ok.."

Jimin rubs his palms together and walks towards the garage. He looks at you over his shoulder and says,

"I may not have a car, but I do have this."

You furrow your eyebrows as he opens the garage, revealing a gorgeous black Harley Davidson bike. It was so shiny, you could see yourself in its reflection and you gulped, thinking of the combination of the bike with Jimin on it.

He jogs inside his house for a moment and after a few yells between the girl and him, he walks out with a leather jacket and black skinny jeans along with a sleek helmet.

You speak up, saying,

"I don't mean to be intrusive, but why is she here?"

"Bora? She lives with me for now.."

"Oh.." You didn't know why, but your heart sank as those words left his mouth. Not wanting to interfere anymore, you step aside as he pulls the bike out of the garage and onto the road.

You couldn't really focus on much because of the way he looked. You had always seen him with his shorts and most of the time shirtless, and the new look gave you a new perspective of him.

He starts the bike, it's gravely, pounding engine reverberates through the silent town. He looks at your frozen self in amusement, saying,
"Do you need a written invitation?"

You snap back into reality, shaking your head immediately and approaching the bike. You swing your leg over, adjusting yourself on the leather seat. Jimin puts his helmet on, as you place your hands on your lap.

He looks at you over his shoulder as little tufts of brown hair stick out from the front of the helmet.
"You won't survive riding this without holding onto something.. or someone." He says with a hint of mockery lingering in his tone.

You nod, bringing your hands forward and wrapping it around his body, but they were hanging halfway in the air, your hands refusing to make contact with him. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head and wrapping his gloved hands around yours, pressing it to his body.
"Was that hard?"

You felt your heart race in your chest as your cheeks flushed red.
"J-just ride the damn bike." You say, trying to sound as unbothered as possible.

He takes off down the road, the loud engine pumping like bullets being shot out of a gun, hence its name. You squint your eyes as the wind hits your face, sending your hair into a frenzy. Without realizing, you tighten your grip around the muscular man in front of you as the cars and trees whizzed by you in a flash.

Jimin couldn't help but feel his heart race at the feeling of your arms around him and he shakes the ridiculous thought out of his head.

I'm just excited.. but for what?

He thinks as he glances at you through the rear view mirror of the bike, a smile unconsciously adorning your face. The morning sun hits your cheeks, lighting up your face with a honey glow as they emerge from the tree covered streets and onto a bridge separating the unsafe part of town from the middle class people.

Get your head out of the clouds, Jimin.

A reprimanding voice scolds him as he focuses back onto the road. Even after so long, the stern voice of his father lives on in his mind. The voice he could never satisfy.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

"Is this it?" Jimin asks, pulling off his helmet as his eyes travel the tall apartment building.

"Yes, thank you.." You say, getting off the bike and shuffling awkwardly while exchanging gazes between the ground and random things around you.

"I'm sorry about the car.. I know-"
"It's not your fault." You say, pressing your lips into a thin line as he nods his head.

"So, uh.. I'll see you on Monday."
"Yeah.."

The atmosphere was so thin you could easily snap it with a pair of scissors, and neither of you wanted to leave or say goodbye, yet you didn't know why. Dragging yourself out of the rut, you decide to conclude the conversation.

"Bye!" You say with an awkward smile and a little wave as Jimin smiles, riding back down the street as you bring your palm to your forehead.

What the hell was that, Y/N? I could've done way better if only it wasn't for this stupid heart. What's so exciting about him anyways? Help or not, he's partly the reason why the car is gone. If he hadn't left his wallet back, none of this shit would've happened! What am I going to tell Jungkook..

With these thoughts bouncing around your mind, you enter the apartment, earning a yell from a room.
"Y/N? Is that you?"

"Yes, who else would it be?" You say with a scrunched nose at the sweaty boy laying down in his bed.

"

I didn't hear the car come in, I thought it was someone else." He says with a groan, turning to the other side so his back was facing you.

You freeze as the hair on your skin stand up. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you reply.
"Weird. You must have been half asleep, I guess." Not wanting to burden the already sick boy, you decide not to tell him and let him find out himself.

That may be worse.. but I'll take it..

"Now stop talking and get some sleep, let the medicine do its work." You say, closing the door.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you walk to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Monday is coming, and so is my death..