Play With the Fire

Prologue

Fiction. Not affiliated with Aespa.

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PROLOGUE

It wasn't fair. It was never fair for Jimin. She witnessed with her two eyes how her parents begged and how they were killed. How a gun shot their head including her older sister who they took. Two innocent eyes that witnessed something she shouldn't see. Her innocent soul who was pure, and happy. It was terrifying; brutal. She didn't want to witness that but hiding in a very small closet that is located in front of where her parents was shot, she saw everything. 

And that closet was the one who saved her from death, and she just wished that she died too.

What's the point of her living in this world?

Eleven years ago, her life was destroyed. The family she has was gone, her life was gone.

"No!" Jimin woke up having that dream again. The dream who's hunting her for over eleven years and seven months. She can feel her chest tightening, her head again getting dizzy as flashbacks started to appear in her head vividly. The cries of her loved ones; their scream which she last heard when they were shot. It was so vivid that it became part of her daily life. Everyday, she faces the reality that she is now alone, and no one is there to save her from drowning. 

The raven haired catches her breath, over and over again. She took the glass of water in the stand table beside her which she always have. Her sweats were dropping from her forehead down to her neck. She always wakes up with enormous sweats around her body. She always felt like she's being in that closet nearly eleven years ago and cannot let go. 

She always feel like the eleven year old Jimin.

She finally manage to calm down, breathing for the last time as she open her eyes to stand up from her bed, removing the comforter around her body. She put down the glass of water to where it was earlier and went straight to the bathroom. She tied her hair in a messy bun as she arrive in front of the big mirror in her bathroom. There's also a huge counter that contains all her make-ups and beauty products. She stared at her self in the mirror, observing her features. 

She has the look of her Mother; Porcelain skin, the shape of her head, pointed and prominent nose, kissable and heart red lips and but her eyes. Her gorgeous, captivating black eyes. Was from her Father. She can still remember how his Father eyes look at her whenever she scored 100 during the test. 

It was pure admire, and loving. 

She can remember every single detail of her family's face. Including her Sister who got her Mother's eyes; Doe, and round. Her sister was the silliest person she knew. She remembers how her Sister loves to tease her with the one girl she had a crush on when she was in 6th grade. While her Sister is on 8th grade that time.

And she was only 13 when she died. 

Jimin smiled as she remembered her and her Sister's silliness. She washed her face and brush her teeth before going back to her bedroom to sit on her study table and opened her laptop. The raven haired smiled once again, seeing her wallpaper she took in here house; it was displayed in the living room area. She managed to make a soft copy of it.

Jimin sighed before proceeding to what she need to do for the morning. First is to check her e-mails if there's any update of her trying her luck on retrieving her Family's things despite how large the fire happened nearly eleven years ago. She is doing this secretly since she doesn't want anyone to know that she's doing that.