jihyo imagines

falling apart, pt. 3

< non-idol au >

a/n: this is the last part of "falling apart."

warning: contains themes of self-harm, suicide attempt, depression, trauma, emotional and physical abuse, and abandonment. reader discretion is advised

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The tires of Jihyo's car screeched to a halt outside the address Suzy had sent. She bolted from the driver's seat, frantically scanning the surroundings for any sign of you. The neighborhood was eerily quiet, heightening Jihyo's nerves.

As she approached the house, she hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell. The wait felt agonizingly long before the door finally opened, revealing a middle-aged couple—your parents. Shock flashed across their faces at the sight of Jihyo on their doorstep.

"Can I help you?" your father asked gruffly.

Jihyo squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "I'm looking for Y/N. Is she here?"

Your parents exchanged an uneasy glance.

"Y/N hasn't lived here for years," your mother replied coldly. "I think you have the wrong house."

Jihyo's blood boiled at their callous indifference. They had no idea the torment you were going through because of them.

"She was here earlier today," Jihyo pressed, desperation creeping into her tone. "Where did she go after?"

Your father's expression hardened. "We don't know any Y/N. Now please leave our property at once."

With that, he moved to slam the door, but Jihyo wedged her foot in just in time. She wouldn't let them dismiss you so easily.

"How could you abandon your own daughter?" Jihyo demanded, glaring at them accusingly. "She needed you! And you threw her away like she meant nothing!"

Your parents shifted uncomfortably under her fiery gaze.

"We made a choice for our family," your mother said tightly. "Now remove yourself from our doorstep."

Jihyo wanted to unleash years of pent-up fury on them and make them understand the damage they had done. But finding you took priority. She could only hope her words penetrated their callous exterior.

With a disgusted shake of her head, Jihyo turned and left. She had wasted enough time on those who didn't deserve it. Now, she refocused her energy on finding you before it was too late.

You were out there somewhere, devastated and directionless. And Jihyo would scour every inch of Busan to bring you home safely. She refused to fail you again.

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Jihyo raced through the streets of Busan, her heart pounding as time slipped through her fingers. As she turned down a narrow alley, a flash of color caught her eye—your bike leaned haphazardly against a building.

Jihyo slammed on the brakes, stumbling out of the car toward the familiar bike. Her hands trembled as she righted it, confirming her hopes. She was on the right track.

Whipping her head around frantically, Jihyo called your name, her voice echoing down the empty alleyway. No response came, only the weight of deafening silence.

Panic rising in her chest, Jihyo sprinted down the alley, ducking into every shop and scanning the streets for any sign of you. As the light faded, desperation clawed at Jihyo's insides.

Where are you, Y/N? she pleaded internally, terror gripping her heart.

She couldn't lose you like this, not after everything.