PATHS (Halla kook X Ming Halla)

walk

Jungkook POV

It's so boring when Halla's not here. Can't believe she wanted to go for a run when she could've been snuggling with me, watching TV, sleeping.

Oh Lord, I thank you today for the VERY nice past few nights I've had.
I get out of bed and grab some clothes. Since she's not here, I'm going to head to the gym. My second love.

I get a post it note and write, "gone to gym, shud be back at 4 xx" so if she's back from the run she'll know where I am.

Halla POV

I was going to drop Mingyu off at home until I realised his uncle was there.

"Mingyu, do u have anywhere u could stay? What about Vernon Oppa? " I remember meeting with him at the convenience store.

He nodded and agreed to give him a call.

I walked him over to Vernon house where Sungcheol and Wonwoo also stayed - my high school mates.
I explained what had happened to Mingyu and they said thanks and that they'd take care of him.

It starts to rain as I walk back, but I don't run. My.legs walk slowly giving me time to think about everything. Mingyu s situation. My situation. Grandmother. Tears flood out as I remember her kind and warm embrace, different to all others. Different to Jungkook's too.

Shit.

Jungkook!

How do I explain what's happening? I just want to cry it all out to him. Grandmothers memories. Longlasting childhood bestfriend. Mingyu s situation. It's just so overwhelming. Tears stream down even more, along with the hellish rain thundering on me.

After 5 minutes of walking I reach the park, seeing jungkook come out of the gym nearby. He notices me.

"Halla..." he says suprised. He walks up to me, in the rain, not caring about his hair or anything, "What's wrong?"

I hold tight to him, hugging him, crying so hard it hurts me. He wraps his arms around me.

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Jungkook's pov

We head Iver to a soju stall, her eyes all swollen from excessive crying.

She explained about her grandmother and her long lost friend. Then the mingyu news hit me.

"Girlfriend?!" I thought out loud.

"I couldn't just let him die," she's same straight faced, sipping unto the soju shit glass very slowly.

"What do we do?"

A tear rolled down her eye, "I don't know," her voice broke. "I don't know how to help him. I don't know hoe to help him recover his depression. I don't know what to do about all his bruises and injuries his uncle gave him." I've never seen her like this, she drinks more soju, "he's my childhood friend. He doest know why his parents died, or how grandmother died."

Halla POV

"He doesn't know why his parents died, or how grandmother died"

Painful memories come back.

He doesn't know the reason his parents died. He's lived under his uncle because his parents died.

But I know the reason why they died.