Forgotten You

11: Layers

Heyyyy
I'm back. First off lemme apologize for being away. School started and I'm now moving to a new house, so it's hectic. I hate college 🧑‍🦲

I learned how to use the semicolon lolll

Jimin was discharged a little while later with a handful of prescription bottles and papers. This time, there was no crowd to throttle him around because of the private parking lot. However, that didn't stop people from waiting outside.

He wondered how they knew what car to look for since his manager was driving while the rest of them were behind dark-tinted windows. Jimin guessed they knew his manager's face too.

Sejin drives slowly as he tries not to run over all of them. His impassive expression was somehow comforting through the yelling and chaos happening around him. Jimin noticed how he rarely smiled or even laughed.

Jungkook stirred from beside him, head rubbing against his shoulder as the taller leaned on him. He slept deeply, oblivious of the camera's bright lights and commotion.

The Alpha had practically fallen dead as soon as they were comfortable in the car. Jimin thought he should be the one sleeping, but he smiled nonetheless. Jungkook's fluffy hair made him want to stuff his face in it.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a familiar form. It was an immediate reaction, almost like an instinct. The Omega stiffened as all the hairs on his neck stood on end.

There, in the middle of the pushing reporters and fans, was someone that Jimin remembered. The memories flooded into his mind like a broken damn.

"Jimin-ah, " The man crooned in his ear. "Leave him."

He could practically taste the sweetness of his voice.

Jimin shook his head and trembled as he tried to tighten his grip on the other. "N-No, I promised myself. I-I promised myself I would stop coming back whenever something went wrong."

The Omega felt like a war was going on within his mind and body. Torn between leaving and clinging onto the tiniest bit of who he was. Or at least, who he was comfortable being.

The man's hands, like snakes striking, latched onto his shaky wrists as Jimin was pulling away. His voice was smooth and magnetizing, dragging him back into a storm he wanted to leave.

"It's no use. You're already here. Leave them and Seoul, Jimin. Leave him. They're trying to make you someone you aren't."

Jimin could feel tears trickling down his face and dropping on the other's hand. It was black. It must be the makeup he still had on after he ran out of that hellish runway.

He tried to remove himself from the man's side, but he was too weak. Jimin had no more strength; he was pathetically weak. He caved into the man's familiar firm hold, letting out a heartbroken cry.

The other trapped Jimin in his long arms, chuckling as if his mental break was a child's temper tantrum. His laugh was overpowered by Jimin's hysterical sounds.

"Jimin-ah, " He murmured, pushing his lips onto his ear. "You can't throw me away."

The Omega stares at him through the car window as Sejin pauses. It seems as though he notices Jimin's staring from behind the tint and matches his glare.

"Kyung," Jimin said without thinking.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook's groggy face blocked his vision, drawing his attention away from the man in his memory.