shadows｡ yoonmin

thirty four

Jimin stared at the building, took a deep breath, and walked in. He didn't know what he was doing, to be honest.

The place smelled horrible.

He looked around, soulless people just walking around.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" He whispered to himself.

He walked up to the receptionist and breathed out his name.

"Just a second, sir." The male said, checking things on his computer. "Okay, second floor, room 218."

"Thank you." Jimin mumbled, barely audible.

He walked to the elevator and clicked on the second floor. He was getting nervous just standing there.

He walked out of the elevator and made his way towards said room.

He inhaled deeply before knocking.

"Fuck, it's happening."

"Come in." The voice said.

Jimin opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him. He was still facing the door, too scared to look back.

"Hey come on, I'm not that ugly." The other voice said, chuckling dryly. "I know it's been two or more years but in my defense, I was limited to the skin care products I had to use."

"I—" Jimin was about to speak but he got cut off.

"Come on, please look at me." His voice cracked. "I— I missed you, a lot."

"If I turn around, I might cry."

"Cry." He said. "I'm here, aren't I? I know I wasn't the best you had back then but I'm still here."

Jimin slowly turned around, his tears already falling.

"Hi," Jimin breathed. "Hoseok."

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