Where the two always end up at the beginning. In each other's arms.
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I appreciate those of you who give this book a chance.
<3 This book is mostly for the lost lonely soul who are emotional in their nature. Something we can relate to...
A/N: Another chapter to celebrate PTD number 1 billboards hot 100. BTS don't go home. They only go big!! —————————————————-
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Chapter 13: Company
After saying goodbye to the guys, Jungkook is smoking his cigarette on the bench in front of the building. (A/N: Let's see if he would quit later) He looks up at the sky with a smile. It's a long day, but it ended so nice.
Sitting and thinking about things, his eyes happen to wander up at the building. He stops at the only room that still has the light on. Jimin's room. He smiles thinking about that adorable face and small figure. There are things about Jimin that's drawing him in more and more. And damn it! It's been only 2 weeks. He knows what this is about.
The 'arrogant Jimin' started to disappear, being replaced by the Jimin who can simply eat the same things every meal for five days in a row. 'Ugh those cheeseburgers and gimbups.' The ordinary boy who could care less about the stains on his designer tote bag he mostly uses to keep his leftovers.
Jungkook laughs thinking about Jimin's facial expression when he pecks his cheeks. How Jimin always makes it so hard to read what's on his mind. Just like when Jimin came out of the bathroom. Something bad happened for sure. He heard Jimin say the phone got smashed by himself. What's wrong? And is Jimin really ok being alone? That. He has to figure it out.
Jimin keeps on munching for a good 15 minutes. "Mm how come you're still so good." He talks to his cheeseburger. "Wait for me, I'm getting to yo-". The sound of the bell ring interrupts his talk with 6 pieces gimbup.
'Who?' Jimin thinks and reminds himself to set up the video call at the bell, so he can see his visitors next time.
HIs heart races a little because it's pretty late now, and who would be here this late? Wrong room? A landlord? Because they're loud? Or a thief? He grabs the baseball stick he did know was placed by the door and touches the door knob and turns it slowly as well as opening the door. Jimin holds the stick tightly when he leans his face out the door. Jimin's eyes widened and he let out a sigh of relief.
