"The scars you left on me..."
"They are so fucking beautiful"
When highschool sweet hearts Jimin and Byeol work through thick and thin to be together. Overcoming their hardships and working out their young love, it isn't easy.
The distance between...
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𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
"So he wants you to apologise now?" Sejin mused and he rubbed his chin. Jimin nodded.
"I don't understand why he is bringing that now. He keeps talking about the video tape evidence or something," Jimin rubs his temples.
"Did he tell you what's in that tape?"
Jimin shook his head. "He didn't. I was too angry and shocked when he brought that up again. It was really a bruise in my life. Losing a friend and getting blamed for it," Jimin keeps his head low. Sejin puts his arm around Jimin's shoulder.
"Jimin, some things in our life we can't control. No matter how hard we try they always turn out the way they should. Stop hanging onto the things in the past. He can't do much without an evidence. Whatever is on that video tape, we have to know what that is," Sejin taps on Jimin's shoulder.
"But how? I'm pretty sure he won't even tell us what that is," Jimin's face turn into worry.
"We will find a way Jimin. I won't let anyone ruin your life just like that. We will find a way," Sejin manages a smile. But deep down in the lower levels on his heart he is scared too. One wrong step and everything is done for.
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"Mom!" I ran to her and jumped into an embrace. She chuckled as she patted on my back. "What are you doing here? You didn't even tell me!"
"I had to visit Seoul for something so I decided to drop by. Thought I might as well surprise you," she smiled and kissed my forehead. She then turned to Namjoon and looked at me with questioning eyes.
"Namjoon, he is a friend mom. He is in computer department," I said. He bowed.
"Namjoon, good to see you. I am surprised my daughter made any friends at all. She has the same friends from school," she laughed as she ruffled my hair. I whined and pouted.
"Mom!"
"Your daughter is a wonderful person. I'm glad to be friends with her," he said popping that cute dimples as he smiled.
"Well that's flattering. Are you trying to flatter me Namjoon?" My mother asked. Namjoon shook his head as he shy smiled.
"I'm going to steal my daughter then," she said putting arms around me and waving at Namjoon. He smiled.
"See you later," I waved at him. He watched for a second before turning to walk towards his dorms.
"How long are you going to stay? Can I stay with you then?" I asked walking with her. I really didn't know where.
"I will have to leave for Busan tomorrow morning but I you can stay with me for tonight. It's a hotel anyway," she said.
"Yes! Let me grab my clothes real quick and then we can grab dinner on the way," I said and ran towards my dorms. I picked a pair of pyjamas and a dungaree with t-shirt, packed them and ran back to my mother.
