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Jimin's POV:

How can he just throw the ice-cream? I suggested we go out so he would feel less bored and less annoyed but what? He throws away what I offer him despite the fact that I don't have much money.

In addition to that he threw it on the road. What a complete i***t.

I was too angry that I didn't see the car coming.

"JIMIN WATCH OUT!" I heard him scream.I never heard him scream before. He rarely speaks and when he does, he speaks with a very tired and low voice.

I lifted my head to find myself facing the blinding headlights of the car.

I was too shocked that I couldn't move from my position

Am I going to die?

The vehicle was approaching at high speed. I just closed my eyes, I did not want to see my life finish in front of me.

The brake of the car was deafening, I felt as if my heart had gone out of its place and after a few seconds...silence.

Am I already dead?

A very pleasant warmth surrounded my body, a familiar perfume reigned around me. Am I already in paradise?

I opened my eyes slowly to find two feline eyes piercing my own. They were full of anxiety, full of fear and full of...beauty.

I don't know what suddenly caught me but I smiled as I watched him.

"How dare you smile?" He woke me up from my own reverie.

"H-hyung."

I can't believe I'm stuttering in front of him.

"Are you stupid?! How can you run to the road just like that! Can't you see the cars coming with speed?!" He shouted.

I widened my eyes because seeing him angry at me was way more different than just being grumpy.

"B-but the ice-cream." I suddenly regretted mentioning this when he sent me a death glare. Like a tiger ready to attack his prey.

"FOR A DAMN ICE-CREAM?!!" He yelled. "I can't believe you were willing to kill yourself for that shit."

Okay, that was kind of rude right now. I just wanted to pick it up and throw it in the trash bin and excuse me? s**t? I can't believe this guy.

"This is not s**t!" I immediately covered my mouth when I realized that I spoke with that tone. "I-I bought it especially for you and you just threw it in the road. You could just nicely tell me that you don't like it and throw it in the bin but that was rude." I mumbled, not looking at his eyes.

He didn't say anything and left a deep sigh.

I quickly glanced at him, he looked very relieved and worried at the same time.

Was he worried about me?

I blushed when I realized that I was still in his arms, I admit that it felt really good.

What in the world are you thinking Park Jimin?