Erroneous [Vminkook]

51: Don't Leave Me Again

His feet gently paddles against the dark pavement, aimlessly keeping his eyes focused on his worn out shoes with the warmth of his large hoodie hugging his body.

There's no desintation he has in mind to go to, more so just enjoying this moment of being alone, away from everything in his mind while taking advantage that Karma nor Jungkook was home - just wanting to be alone a while longer to feel whole again.

If there's anything Jimin likes to do when he has this need to escape reality is to go for a walk, just to ease his mind while it's in this mass spiral of confusion and a battle between his emotions.

It's just been too overwhelming to be back there at the mansion, especially with Jungkook gone. Karma has been more angrier than usual, eager to find Hoseok, and Jungkook's little son still didn't want to leave the damn room.

Jimin has tried everything to connect with the guy, everything, but he wouldn't bulge. Yeosang absolutely can't stand him and Jimin is done being nice to him.

If he wants to act like a little bitch then he'll let him be.

Not like he cares anyways.

The small male takes a deep breath to his rushing thoughts, moving to sit on a bench in the park he wandered himself into. Before his eyes all he sees is a mass view of trees with a cute little playground in a distance, no one on it in the midst of the night as expected.

No one seemed to be in sight. Well, who would? It is fucking 3 a.m. and Jimin let alone could sleep his aggravation away.

In the past he probably would've been paranoid of being taken away again, but he's guarded by a weapon so he's not completely defenseless.

Besides, he's been training a bit with the goons, so he's not a damsel in distress if something does happen.

However, he was not too alone as he thought he was.

"You know... Being around this late at night is pretty dangerous, could get taken away."

Jimin's whole body stiffen up for a moment upon hearing that familiar voice, instinictily holding onto the knife in his pocket as he his eyes slowly looks up.

Right in front of him stands Namjoon, hood over his head, eyes looking over the scenery that Jimin is looking at as well.

Jimin frowns deeply, "Are you following me?"

Namjoon perks an eyebrow to this, sending a side look to Jimin, "I would assume you're the one following me. I come here often, and you're happening to be sitting on my bench. My initials are on it."

Instantly Jimin shoots to his feet when he notices the taller was true to his words as his initials were carved on the wooden seat, rubbing his nerovus hands against his arm, "Oh- Um- Sorry...... I should go."

Just as he turns around, Namjoon snickers, "Don't let me stop you on your time away from hell, I'll go," He says and takes out a cigarette, lighting it up and turning around, walking away.

And that right there....

That hurt...

It's almost as if that string that use to tie Jimin and Namjoon together flamed in Jimin's soul like the light of the bud at the end of the cigarette. A string that still tugs Jimin's heart, even if he tried to slice it apart.

Without his own conscious catching up to him, he finds himself slowly following the other.

And Namjoon obviously isn't stupid.

"Why are you following me kid," Namjoon huffs as he puffs out the smoke from his cigarette with hands digging his pocket, "I thought you didn't want to see me again."