"I wish you were never born". Jimin whispered, his tears streaming down his cheeks while he kept looking at love's lifeless body.
He chuckled rubbing the tip of his gun on his forehead. "well, well, well...", he groaned bending up to Jimin's level...
Just after rosé left the house, it was already quarter past seven in the evening.
"ding dong" the bell rang.
Jimin looked at himself on the mirror one last time as he rushed to the door with his toothy smile, excitement on his face. Finally, on a date with him, he thought.
He calmed himself down standing by the door, adjusting his clothes.
As he opens the door, with his playful smirk, "welcome Mr.Jeo-", his words got cut in the middle, his smirk vanishing into thin air, when he saw Ian standing Infront of him, by the door, amused.
"jimin... You are this happy to see.. me?", pointing his index finger at himself, his smile suddenly turning into a frown, "how did you know I'm visiting you?", tilting his head to the right, raising his brows, gritting his teeth.
"Are you...", his eyes narrow at jimin. "perhaps waiting for someone who is a jeon too?", his voice so low making jimin gulp down nervously. "jimin..."
Jimin sighed as he stepped aside from the door, making room for Ian to walk inside. "I need an explanation my doll", he said as he walked inside jimin's luxurious house throwing his keys on the table.
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Ian stood by the living room, looking around. "everything looks quite the same..", he turned slowly to look at Jimin, examining him from top to bottom as he sits on the couch, legs spread apart, taking his cigarette out of his pocket, firing it as he inhaled closing his eyes, feeling the moment for a second as he exhaled the smoke opening his eyes, to look at jimin who had already sat on the opposite couch of his.
Ian hands him his cigarette, "I quit smoking long time ago", jimin says biting his lower lip. "That's so sad.", he takes back his cigarette smoking again, "how you used to look so sexy while you smoked... those days..", Ian chuckled shaking his head.
"So now tell me who is that Mr. Jeon?"
"It's no one you know"
"Then say me, because you looked so happy. I'm well sure that smirk of yours wasn't for me", letting out the smoke from his nose and mouth as he spoke.
"I wanted sex so I called a guy, who ended up having the same surname as you, Mr. Jeon. That's all", he said all in one go.
Ian laughed, clapping his hands, keeping the cigarette on his lips. Jimin looked at Ian with anger and frustration. He stopped laughing as he takes a drag of his cigar and placed his elbows on his knees, his eyes never leaving jimins, letting out the smoke on jimin's face. Jimin just turned away holding the armrest tightly.
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