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It had seemed as if hours passed. Although it had only been a mere 30 minutes. Imani sat cooped up in the master bedroom, pinching the last piece of home she had left as she stared out of the window which seemed to mirror the world she had been thrown into for now.
The locket is secure between her fingers as she chowed down on her bottom lip as a substitute for the delectable breakfast she had been missing out on. Her stomach was touching her ass but she needed some time alone for now. She was thinking too much.
She just couldn't understand Jungkook. He was like a brick wall. He was cold and tough, not particularly easy to see throw or break down unless you used some force. Imani was powerless against him, it seemed. No matter how many times she hit him or raised her voice, he wasn't budging. It infuriated her.
But at the same time, it saddened her. Was this her life now? To be sheltered, kept away from a reality that was once hers but really wasn't reality at the same time?
Knock knock knock.
Three knocks at the door just as another tear streaks down Imani's cheek. The girl sniffles, quickly wiping her eye before rushing to the door. She didn't want to keep Jungkook waiting. This was his room after all.
"I'm sorry. I told you I want to be al—" Imani stopped talking once she noticed that the person on the other side of the door wasn't Jungkook. It was Yoongi.
It was deja vu. He held in his hand a plate of breakfast and a glass of orange juice. Imani cleared her throat, stepping aside to allow him in.
"I apologize. I thought you were Jungkook." She mumbled, looking out into the empty hallway for any sign of him but she didn't see anything. Imani was about to close the door but Yoongi stopped her.
"Don't. He would lose it if he knew we were alone with the door closed." Yoongi chuckled. Imani made an O shape with her lips, realizing that he was right. But slowly removed her hand from the door.
"I brought you breakfast. Jimin told me you weren't feeling too well. I didn't see it coming, you looked happy with him in the kitchen earlier." Yoongi said, stepping away from bed where he had placed the plate and the nightstand where he had placed the orange juice.
Imani furrowed her brows. She crossed her arms over her chest, the sleeves of her cardigan pulling over her hands as she moved closer to the bed.
"Why does it matter?" She asked. Yoongi twisted his lips to the side, almost nonchalantly. Imani scrunched her nose.
There was something so creepy about him. He wasn't quite a weirdo, but he was sneaky. And not in the way that imani seen him as a potential thief. But in a way that let her know nothing could get away from him. He oozed of confidence and knowledge. She knew to keep her eye out on this guy. And Imani's intuition had never been that strong before. It was weird...
