Chapter 37
He blinked once.
And for a second… I thought I imagined everything.
"Did you see the keys?" Minju asked quickly.
"No…" I sighed. "I didn't."
Great ....Just great.
"You can stay at my house," Jimin said softly.
I was about to answer
But Yoongi spoke first.
"She's my girlfriend. She'll stay with me. I live alone anyway."
I froze.
Excuse me?
"What is wrong with you?" I snapped. "Are you crazy?"
How can I stay with a guy?!
"Do you want more rumors?" I whispered angrily.
"Who cares?" Yoongi smirked.
"We're dating anyway."
His eyes shifted to Jimin.
That wasn't normal.
That was war.
"Uh… you can stay with me tonight," Minju finally said.
"Tomorrow we'll think about what to do."
I nodded. "Okay."
I didn't really have a choice.
Suddenly....
Riiingggg.
Jimin's phone rang.
He looked at the screen and his expression changed.
"I'll leave first," he said quietly.
Before I could react...
"Give me a hug," Yoongi said, opening his arms wide.
"Yah.....!"
But he already pulled me into his chest.
His body was cold.
"You need to act properly," he whispered near my ear.
His eyes were not on me.
They were on Jimin.
Territorial.
Possessive.
His fingers brushed through my hair slowly, like I was something fragile.
"Don't you think you're being dramatic?" I muttered.
Jimin just stood there.
Watching.
Then he turned and walked away.
He didn't even say goodbye.
What is wrong with him lately?
"Should I give you a ride?" Yoongi asked casually.
"Stop acting like you have a car," I laughed.
He laughed too.
Then he started walking away.
"Wait!" I said suddenly. "Aren't you cold? You're only wearing a singlet."
Goosebumps covered his arms.
He turned slowly.
"Why?" he smirked. "You want to hug me again?"
"Just go!" I said, trying not to smile.
He laughed and left.
Why is he like this?
*****,
At Minju's House
We reached her house.
No.
Not house.
Mansion.
She typed the password and the door
opened.
"Take off your shoes," she said.
I did.
She gave us flip-flops.
When we entered, I saw her mom.
Short hair.
Soft smile, Elegant.
She was placing food on the dining table.
"Hello…" I greeted politely.
"Hi, darling," she smiled warmly.
I smiled back.
But Minju was quiet.
She just walked upstairs.
I followed.
"Do you want some steak?" her mom asked.
"I'm not hungry!" Minju snapped.
The room went silent.
"Don't be rude to Mom…" she whispered.
Her mom looked at me again.
"Do you want steak?" she asked gently.
"Uh…"
"Sucy, let's go," Minju said firmly.
"Sorry!" I quickly followed her upstairs.
Why are rich kids always so cold?