𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 : A short Jikook story
❝ Hmm, could you please tell me who you are and what you're doing here at this late hour?❞
❝ I'm Park Jimin, the son of Park Minju. I'm here as her behalf, your new maid❞
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The morning arrived with a stunning day, but Jimin was still sprawled on the floor, having cried all night. It was really tough for him to leave, especially since he had grown so attached to the alpha, who seemed indifferent to his feelings. That’s why he made the decision to send him back.
He woke up and dashed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and got dressed. Then he headed downstairs to cook some breakfast for Jungkook before he left.
"I really don’t wa-nt to g-o," Jimin muttered to himself while cooking, just as the guard showed up with the driver.
"Sir, Jungkook asked us to take you to the railway station. Your bags are already in the car, and he wants you to leave right away," the driver said, his gaze downcast, clearly feeling sorry for the situation.
Jimin, trying to keep his anger in check, asked, "Where is he?"
"Sir isn’t here; he left early this morning," the guard replied before walking away with the driver.
Jimin tossed the half-cooked soup into the sink and slammed the bowl onto the counter. "You really don’t care, alpha. You want me to leave, fine, but I thought you would at lea-st... I hate you.
I’m never coming back; you’re going to regret this, Koo-kie," he wiped his tears and stepped outside.
He didn’t care anymore; he just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.
As he sat in the car and the driver started the engine, Jimin looked back and cried.
It felt like he was leaving his heart behind.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was on the rooftop, crying, but he quickly got up, ran downstairs, and stopped at the main entrance.
Jimin was gone.
"I’m so-rry."
~Busan~
Jimin's grandma was sitting on a chair in their garden when she turned around, hearing Jimin's voice as he ran towards her and hugged her tightly.
"Ma ma, I missed you," Jimin called her.
He pulled back and took a seat on the chair next to her.
"I missed you too, my son, but are you okay?" she asked. Jimin lied, saying he would stay here forever and never return to Seoul.
She could sense that her grandson was upset and sad, and she already knew why. Jimin looked around when a man entered the garden and set a cup of green tea on the table.
Jimin glanced at him and then back at his grandma.
"Who is he?" he inquired.
"He is Jinko, you know, your master, I mean Jeon Jungkook. He sent him here to look after me," she explained, but Jimin was genuinely shocked.
"What? When?" he asked, staring at Jinko, who had left, clearly intimidated by Jimin's gaze.
"A month ago," she replied with a smile. "Jungkook is really a good alpha."
"He is not, ma. You know what he did? He kicked me out!" he shouted.
"I’m sure you did something to deserve it," she said, and Jimin immediately shot her a look and pouted.
"N-o, ma! And now you’re taking his side too. He told me to leave him, why?
He said I should think for myself and my future, but my future is with Jungkook, hyung!" He didn’t realize what he was saying, but his grandma understood everything. She smiled and asked, "Do you love him?"
"Ye-s," he said shyly, though he was still angry, alright.
"And do you think he loves you too?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Trust him and follow his instructions," she said."Oh, and head back to your room; there's a surprise waiting for you."
Jimin wanted to ask more questions, but he just left and went to his room.
As he opened the door to his room, he spotted a pink laptop on the bed along with some books and notebooks.
He stepped inside slowly and noticed a white envelope.
He opened it and read the letter inside. His eyes widened in disbelief; he couldn't believe he had been accepted into his dream school.
But this school is really pricey.
When he looked closer, he was even more shocked.
"Free? I don’t have to pay anything? What is going on? This can’t be real!" He read the letter again and then it hit him.