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VI

"He did WHAT now?!"

"You heard me."

I'm currently sitting on one of Hopes' kitchen stools in the house that she lives in with her older brother. He's currently not home, because the guy works as a medical examiner and that sometimes requires late work hours.

Whenever I needed some time alone, or when Jimin and I had a bigger fight, I always ended up coming here. After a few times of that happening, Hope just decided to give me one of her spare house keys, since she got tired of me constantly asking if I could come over. Especially when she wasn't home.

"You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're just fucking with me, cause that's kinda messed up."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Standing up from the stool, I moved to the corner where they had a special little cabinet that I now realized I frequented too often after these kinds of things.

"Mind if I steal something from my favorite place in this house?" 'Red wine. Bingo!'

"Since when do you ask for permission?"

'She's not wrong.'

The phone still in hand, I saw her moving around a bit through the screen, picking up her glass and raising it with a wing before taking a bigger gulp than necessary.

"Well," I set the phone down on the kitchen counter, grabbing a glass myself. "even tho it's only through FaceTime, at least I'm not drinking alone...That shit's depressing."

Filling up my glass, the now half-empty bottle and phone in one hand and wine glass in another, I went in the direction of the living room, setting only the bottle down on the glass coffee table and plopping myself down on the couch.

"Okay, so can you explain something to me?"

"I'll try." It's not like I know anything myself, just that he's not going to use me as a slave out for sex.

"You said you don't know what he wants from you, but did he say anything about tomorrow?"

"What about tomorrow?" drinking the last drop of wine I had, I reached for the bottle to refill my glass. I was about to lean back into the couch after emptying the bottle, 'who knew one bottle equaled only two glasses?' when I noticed the front door opening and a man slowly walking in as if being weary of an intruder.

'I mean, the lights are on and he's currently staying here by himself. I'd be confused and scared too.'

He stopped at the living room entrance, looking at me with a confused expression. "K? What are you doing here?"

"Hey J. Nothing much, just emptying your alcohol cabinet. Mind if I crash here for a while?"

"Um... no, you know you're always welcome." Still slightly confused, he moved into the living room, taking off the thin jacket he still had on.

"It's Jackson back already?" nodding, I turned my phone's screen around in his direction so both of them would be able to see each other. "Hey JJ, how's it going?"

"Like always, nothing new. " He answered, moving to sit on one of the small armchairs beside the TV and turned it on. "How are mom and dad doing?"

Noticing that he's no longer looking at the phone I turned it back to face me. "They're fine. Just needed some help around the place. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"That's good." ' Damn it. The glass is empty again.' Taking his eyes off the screen for a second and seeing me looking at my glass with furrowed eyebrows, Jackson nodded his head in its direction. "You want another one?"

"Yes please." I looked at him with a smile and big, grateful eyes.

"Bitch-!" Hopes' voice was heard from the phone's speaker, "at this rate you're gonna empty out our entire bar."

"Oh please, it'll be fully restocked by yours truly by the time you're back." I winked at the camera just as she sarcastically rolled her eyes.

"You wanna pick anything else?"

'Huh? Oh yeah, that was the last bottle.'

"You got any beer?"

"On it."

"So Kath." I turned back to the phone, "tomorrow? You know anything?"

"Nope," I answered, picking up the beer that Jackson had just set on the table. "And I don't need to."

"What? Why?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe 'cause I'm not-" I was interrupted by a message notification popping up. But that wasn't the problem. What was a problem, was that there was no ID, only a number. 'The hell..?'

"What's wrong?"

Not answering Hope's question, I opened the message. I honestly expected it to be spam or something else, but reading the contents of it over a few times, my brows creased more and more.

"Kath? You good?"

"No." at my answer, even Jackson turned his head in my direction.

"What? Why? What happened?"

"... speak of the fucking devil..."

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