JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Body On The Forest

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When after a year they found his body on the forest and informed you right away.

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It's been a year since my boyfriend went missing. The last time I saw him, he kissed my forehead and told me he was heading back to work. But he never came home.

At first, I thought maybe something came up. Maybe he was stuck at work or his phone died. I waited. I waited the whole night. Then the next day. And the next week. But he never came back.

Jimin wasn't the kind of person to just disappear. He was kind, thoughtful, and deeply in love with me at least, that's what I believed. After a week, I filed a missing person's report. The police said they'd do their job, but days stretched into months, and I stopped hearing from them.

His parents even offered a large cash reward for anyone who could find him, dead or alive. We all hoped he was still out there, somewhere.

I missed him. I missed waking up to the smell of the breakfast he always made for me. I missed the way he'd text me even during his busiest hours, teasing me with jokes and silly messages. I'd scold him, telling him to focus on work, but he'd just say, "I'd rather focus on you."

He once promised, "After we get married, we'll travel the whole world, just you and me." His words always felt real. We both loved to travel. We first met in Paris, of all places, and somehow by fate or pure luck, we ended up falling for each other.

Jimin wasn't interested in appearances. He loved me for who I was. That's what made everything feel so real... so safe. We even talked about having kids. He loved bringing it up—even when I told him I wasn't ready yet.

"I want a baby with you," he'd tease, and I'd roll my eyes while smiling. I pictured it sometimes what our child would look like. Would they have his eyes? My laugh?

Those dreams kept me going. Even now, I still hug his photo every night as if he were beside me. I whisper goodnight to it. I pretend he's just on a long business trip. I tell myself he'll be back. Then came the knock on the door.

I wiped away the few tears that had formed and opened it to find two officers standing outside.

"Hello, officer. What brings you here?" I asked, stepping aside to let them in. One of them cleared his throat. "Ms. Bae, we have something to tell you." My heart dropped. I knew. Deep down, I already knew.

"We're sorry," the officer said gently, "but we've found your boyfriend's body. It was discovered in the forest."

I froze. The words echoed in my head.

Body.
Forest.
Jimin is dead.

No. He can't be. He promised me. He said we'd get married. That we'd travel together. That we'd have children. This isn't real. This can't be real.

Tears streamed silently down my face. My chest tightened as I tried to breathe.

"Do you know who did this?" I asked between quiet sobs. The officer nodded. "Yes. He was murdered. Thirty-three stab wounds... then tied to a tree to make it appear like a suicide."

I covered my mouth in shock. Thirty-three. That number rang in my ears like a siren. I couldn't speak.

Then he looked at me, his gaze sharpened.

"We know it was you."

I slowly wiped away the last of my fake tears. An eerie calm settled over me as I smiled—a cold, twisted smile.

"Took you long enough," I whispered. They didn't flinch when I extended my hands, already ready for the cuffs.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Mr. Park Jimin," the officer declared, snapping the handcuffs into place. I looked him in the eyes, still smiling.

"He deserves it, for cheating on me."

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