Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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Women who lived there were taught to be pretty. They lived to please those who had heavy purse. I shouldn't be there. Not with someone like me.
~ Memory Journal: Brothel page 6 ~
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"What will happen to us?" Jungkook's question persistently cycles in Jimin's head. It has been weeks since. He didn't want to think much about it but with what's happening now, he doesn't know anymore.
'Really. What will happen to us now?' He asked himself many times since that article. The four of them ran towards the leader for support. They know how sometimes Namjoon let his shadows overwhelm him and drown himself to destruction. Sometimes, he let darkness govern himself. They want to prevent it, but they couldn't even dare approach him. At least, not Jimin.
Seeing Namjoon broke into a sobbing mess shattered him. It chained him to the spot and choked him to breathlessness. The wonderful imagery of them seven, together, as what Taehyung had been always proud and thankful of, blurred out. He didn't like how Jungkook's palpable fear influenced him and seemingly thinned the thread of their brotherhood. He didn't like a future of one missing... Especially not their leader. Not Namjoon.
"Poor Joon-hyung." Jimin mutters to himself.
The leader has always been a victim. He was fooled once... and again, this time...
'Is it a sin to wish for a soulmate?'
An empty plastic bottle from the side walk disrupts him from his thoughts. He stops.
He clicks his tongue in disappointment. It ticks him that someone dares to irresponsibly leave their trash anywhere.
He picks it up and searches for a trash bin to throw. He finds one and struts towards it. His mind is back to Namjoon and thinks of the bottle as the woman who hurt his hyung. He can't fathom how that woman was able to lure Namjoon to her claws. Sure, she appeared to be innocent. But a demon underneath an angel's skin is still a demon. There was just something wrong with her smiles. Their Jin-hyung and even Taehyung said that they felt something awful with that woman. Especially when it seemed so easy for her to beckon their leader in her every whim.
'She's a witch.'
The bottle is loud as it crinkles on his fist. Then he sighs. There is no honor to take revenge on the plastic.
He twists the bottle cap off and throws it separately from its transparent body. Then he returns to his tracks towards home. As he does so, he is mulling over and over to Namjoon's wellbeing.
'Will he be okay?'
Jimin only hopes for his hyung to come back now that the article had been long taken down and the rumors has dwindled with the talks of dirty politics and corrupt officials involving the woman's husband. There is no more reason to extend his Joonie-hyung's hiding. Jimin tried to beg Namjoon to come back but it seems that there is something he needed to do. It kind of bothered him. He doesn't know why but something is tugging on his heart on what the future comes. Hopefully he is just wrong. Maybe it's just a paranoia formed with Jungkook's fear. Hopefully, their leader had learned to be cautious enough not to cause more chaos. At least not under the public eye. It's not to judge his hyung with whatever he might do wrong. He is just worried of it's damage to him mentally. After all, he loves Namjoon, just like a brother would. He only wants what's best for him. And above all, without Namjoon, BTS is nothing. That's what he believes so. What would become of their brotherhood?
