XOXO || Not even prison could keep kitty gangster Park Jimin under control, maybe that's why he was placed in the same prison as Min Yoongi.
Yoonmin,
Namjin,
Vhope.
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"So my brother lives here?"
Jungkook exhaled the question with a tint of curiosity and excitement laced along the crevices of his words. He climbed out of the car, not even waiting for Jimin's reply as he stared up at the wooden lodge resting in the middle of the forest.
The house loomed over Jungkook and gazed down at him with its chin turned upward. It eyed him with an unimpressed gaze before turning away with a flutter of its lashes that were the vines crawling along the wooden logs. Jungkook stumbled forward- boots kicking away rocks and pebbles that skidded in front of him and fell into the garden of flowers blooming outside.
"Woah." Jungkook breathed out in amazement- dragging his eyes along the windows and front porch. He took another step forward, allowing the lodge to cut off the sun beaming down at him and the shadows to rush forward to engulf his frame.
The car door to his Volvo slammed shut, followed by Jimin snickering to himself and walking past Jungkook, "Wait until you see the inside." Jimin murmured, smacking his palm against Jungkook's back.
Bambi eyes snapped down to Jimin in awe before the younger shook his head and scrambled after the smaller. Jimin bounced up the stairs of the lodge and trailed the tips of his fingers along the wooden railing. The stairs squealed under his weight and the shadows cast by the house greeted him with eager kisses on his cheeks.
The melody of the birds hidden deep in the forest, was carried by the waves of the wind. The sounds of the forest guided the pair until they reached the front door and escaped the whispers of the nature by stepping into the silent house.
Jimin's nostrils flared as he inhaled the stiff air, immediately becoming equally stiff once he realised that no one has been here recently. He knew that Seokjin always liked to keep the windows open to allow the scent of nature to flood in and fill each little nook of the house. He turned his head to the side and eyed the wilted flower petals sprinkled around the porcelain vase placed right next to the door.
"So, where is he?"
The question grasped Jimin's heart in a tight fist and clenched until all the blood rushed out of his body- leaving behind pale, sweaty skin. The blood was immediately replaced by the emotions of guilt and a tint of fear of Jungkook's reaction. Jimin began to realise the heaviness of the situation as it began to squeeze his shoulders and weight him down. He didn't know how Jungkook would react to the news that Jimin had no idea where Jin is, but at least he knew that Jin was alive at the moment.
Jimin's throat bobbed as he tried to swat away the jumbled mess of emotions tapping against his temples by clearing his throat and stepping deeper into the empty house, "Maybe he went grocery shopping, I don't know." Jimin picked up the first thought that rubbed at his mind and flung it at Jungkook, immediately wincing afterward as he realised that, what he just said, will make the situation worse.
