Rain (BTS Jimin Smut COMPLETE)

A Change of Heart

Jimin's POV
Shit why did I say that? I went too far this time.

I could see her becoming a little more reserved now as she lowered her gaze. I pulled up my Snapback in an attempt to show some respect and apologise to the girl but found my self just staring into her eyes. She was Asian, but not Korean that's for sure. Her hair was tied up high into a cute ponytail; she wore a cream woolly jumper that hugged her smooth curves and a black skater skirt.

"I'm sorry for worsening your mood sir. That will be 10500won," she said as she packed my things gently into a bag - the heartbreak evident in her tone.

She peaked up at me and I could already tell from her glossy brown eyes and wet lashes that she was holding back her tears.

I'm such an idiot. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a few notes.

"Keep the change," I said while grabbing my stuff and quickly leaving the store; at least she won't ever have to see me again.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

The moon seemed too bright, I felt like it was blinding me. Or maybe it was my guilt getting the best of me.

It had only been five minutes since I left the store and all I could do was think about that girl. I'm sure she was younger than me because she was still a University student. She was pretty as well, really pretty. Damn I didn't even ask for her name. She was probably cursing me right now anyway or bitching about me to a friend, which is exactly what I deserved.

Ah I feel like crap I needed to apologise to her.

I turned quickly, almost slipping on the wet floor and proceeded to run back to the 7/11. Hopefully she wouldn't have left or changed shifts by then.

I got back to the store and peeked through the window: she wasn't behind the counter so maybe I should just wait until she comes back.
This gave me some time to catch my breath from the running I did, but just as I was about to sit down on the cold pavement I heard the loud sound of breaking of glass.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Laura's POV
What the fuck was actually going on?!
One minute everything was calm and the next I'm scared for my life.

I quickly crouched behind the bakery shelves to avoid the flying bottle aimed for me. I ruffled though my pockets to see if my phone was there but quickly realised I had left it on the counter.

Shit.

"Stop playing games! Come out for me wherever you're hiding" the man said in a slurred voice.

Straight after that jerk Park Jimin left another guy who looked in his late thirties came stumbling into the store.

He was already drunk but seemed harmless as all he was asking for was where the medication section was: probably wanted to buy hangover pills.

He was having a hard time finding it so I gladly walked him to the correct aisle. That is when he suddenly hit my butt. I ignored it at first hoping that it was an accident but when I didn't respond he suddenly shoved me against the shelves and told me that he felt lonely and I was going home with him tonight.

The smell of alcohol on his breath was so strong that it made me feel sick to my stomach.

Under his tight grip I somehow managed to kick him in the shin, but it took all the strength I had. It gave me just enough time to get away from him but now I'm trapped at the back of the store and don't know what to do. I have no idea where he is and it seems too risky to make a dash for the door.

'I could be a serial killer or a rapist for all you know!'

What Jimin said before... Dammit I'm going to die here.

Tears were now poring down my face and I was finding it hard to breathe.

Laura this is no time to panic, you have to think, no one's coming to help you so you have to find some way to get out of here. I have to run for the door, there's no other way out.

Wiping my face I slowly rose from my position and peered around the other aisles. He doesn't seem to be at this end of the store anymore and I'm only ten meters from the exit. Taking a deep breath I gathered my courage and ran straight for the door, but just as I did the drunkard found me.

"THERE YOU ARE!" He screeched grabbing me by my wrist.

"Get the fuck off of me you maniac," I screamed while hitting him on his arm, but it was no use. He slammed me against the wall and I fell to the ground holding on to my aching head.

"This is what you get for not listening".

I could feel droplets of his spit spray onto my hands but refused to look up, I don't want him to be the last thing I ever see before I die. I could hear him lifting up another glass bottle ready to hit me with.

This was it; this was my end...