"What happened?" Jimin asked, his smile gone the moment he saw my face.
If I cried, I wouldn't be able to stop.
Yoongi knowing was already enough.
If Jimin knew… he'd probably joke without realizing how painful it was.
"N—nothing," I tried to say.
Yoongi didn't ask questions.
He only tightened his grip and guided me forward.
We stopped in front of the bathroom.
The boys' bathroom.
The girls' was just across the hall but I shook my head.
Those girls would laugh. Whisper. Point.
I couldn't handle that.
Jimin stood there, confused, watching us.
"What's going on?" he asked again.
The moment Yoongi let go and I stepped inside, my legs almost gave out.
I wanted the walls to swallow me whole.
The embarrassment was unbearable.
They both sat on the tiled floor outside, backs against the wall one leg stretched, one bent.
"What's wrong?" Jimin asked again, softer this time.
I took a deep breath.
"I'm on my freaking period," I said quietly and at the same time loudly.
There was a pause.
"Oh," Jimin replied.
"Does it hurt?" he asked after a second.
"Do you want to feel it instead?" I snapped, sniffing.
"Yes," he said instantly.
I stared at the door.
Idiot.
"How can I help?" Jimin asked seriously this time.
Yoongi said nothing. He never did when it mattered most but he stayed.
Then it hit me.
I froze.
"I… I don't have a pad."
"Oh."
Jimin hesitated. "Should I give you my sweater to tie around your waist or wear so the bleeding could stop?"
I laughed and cried at the same time.
"You're insane," I said. "Just buy one for me. I'll pay you back."
Before he could respond
"Who's in there?"
A rough voice echoed down the hallway.
My heart dropped.
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