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Things were back at square one.
Admittedly, Imani felt foolish.
Foolish for thinking that she could get away with leaving this place. Foolish for assuming she could dodge the big guys who had owned the lodge, and successfully make her way back home without being caught.
But in her defense, she didn't know any better.
She didn't know who these people were. She didn't know that these weren't regular people. She didn't know that the arcane, strong man who had carried back back to the lodge was somebody she couldn't and would never escape...
Imani didn't know.
The door closed behind them. They had entered the lodge or loft or cabin or home or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. And had escaped the rain which was starting to fall down once more.
Jungkook placed Imani on her feet. She stumbled back, forgetting how to stable herself for a minute. Her balance was regained once she placed her hands on the arm of one of the couches for support.
"You need to shower. You smell like the forest and sweat." Jungkook grumbled, walking past her.
Imani stood still, staring down at the floor. She was trying to fight her tears. She didn't want to surrender to them. But she knew of nothing else to do in that moment other than cry.
Why me? She thought. Why her? Why did this have to be her?
For a few minutes, Jungkook is gone and she didn't hear not a sound from him or anybody else in the house for that matter. Imani finds refugee in the couch she had been holding on to. She carelessly came around and plopped down on the couch, laying back and closing her eyes.
"Hey." A soft and familiar voice says.
Imani slowly peeled her eyes opened. She looked to the side. Low and behold, there was Jimin. Someone who she hadn't seen in hours. Standing there holding clothes in his hands.
"H-hey." Imani speaks, leaning up from the couch. Looking up at Jimin as if he were her savior. "Hey." She says, standing up to her full height before leaping to hug him.
Jimin was startled. Caught by surprise as the girl hugged him. Her small arms looping around his neck. She was but 5'6, almost 5'7. But she was thin and light.
"Is everything okay?" Jimin laughed softly, letting her have her moment.
Imani pulled back and sniffling, rubbing her hands down her pants.
"I'm sorry I just..I was just happy to see somebody else." She said.
"It's fine." Jimin said. "These are yours. Some clothes for after you freshen up. I wasn't sure if your size so I got you one of my shirts and a pair of my sweatpants...boxers..." he said.
