❝I ought to fuck the brat out of you until you can't talk back."❞
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❝But you won't❞
Jimin, the privileged class president, hides his relationship with Kai from everyone until Jungkook threatens to blow their secret wide open. With a career...
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Chapter 14
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Jimin sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, surrounded by a chaotic sea of clothes, shoes, and personal mementos.
Each item he picked up felt heavier than the last, laden with the weight of memories he wasn't ready to confront.
His hands trembled as he zipped the final compartment of his suitcase, sealing away more than just fabric and leather-he was sealing away the life he no longer wanted to live.
Everything had to be perfect. Every item had to be accounted for. If he left something behind, he knew he wouldn't come back for it. He couldn't.
His eyes wandered to the photograph on his nightstand. In the picture, he and Kyara were seventeen, both grinning ear to ear.
Her arm was draped lazily over his shoulder, her signature oversized scarf trailing down to her knees.
They were standing in front of the little café they used to frequent after school. He could almost hear her voice, bright with excitement.
"One day, Jiminie, we're going to open our own place," she'd said, holding her latte like a trophy.
"Something beautiful. A real haven for people like us. Promise me, okay?"
He hadn't understood what she meant back then-"people like us." Now, he did. People who felt trapped. People who needed escape.
"I'm sorry, Kyara," he whispered, his voice cracking. He stared at the photo, willing her to respond, but the room remained silent. "I should've been there. I should've done more."
The guilt twisted inside him, an unrelenting ache that had followed him every day since she'd left.
Not just left-but gone. The letter she'd left behind was burned into his memory, her words etched into his mind like scars.
"I'm getting out," he murmured, blinking away the tears threatening to fall. "I'm going to do it for both of us."
Grabbing his phone, he opened his banking app and moved the last of his parents' money into his account.
They wouldn't notice-not immediately, anyway. Too busy with their own lives to pay attention to him.
He'd stopped expecting anything different a long time ago.
He slung his carry-on over his shoulder and tucked the photo of Kyara carefully into the front pocket.
"Wait for me," he whispered, his voice steadier now. "I'll keep my promise this time."
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The airport buzzed with life, a blur of motion and noise.
Overhead announcements echoed across the terminal as Jimin pulled his suitcase through the crowd.
