Epilogue: Never Again [P.J.M]

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*Yura's P.O.V*

"Okay, okay. Let me get this straight. You got drunk once during a meeting with his bullshit clients who forced you to drink, then Mr Jamless 'kidnapped' you to his house and wouldn't let you leave." Jin was closing his eyes, hands on his waist and replaying what I said a few seconds ago in one breath.

"And, he wants me to own this house. His Excuse was that he was Rarely home and so the house gets boring.. lamest one ever, I know." I rolled my eyes, blowing a strand of hair away from my face.

"How the hell could you seriously agree to that?!"

"I didn't. I was forced to." I pointed a thumb to the two guards standing behind us. Now, they wouldn't even let me in.. I guess Jimin told them to lock me out from the house or something.

I heard a distant car growling lowly in the distance, gradually growing. The front gates opened automatically, and a white shiny Ferrari parked itself on the right near the garage. Then out came Jimin who rushed to me, but stopped on his heels the minute his eyes laid on Seokjin.

I slowly looked up at Jin, who seemed surprised at how much Jimin changed. But the confusion within his eyes swung to full-blown anger. Jimin slowly walked towards us, looking quite timid towards Jin.

"J-jin......hyu...." his voice trailed off to nothing but air.

"Oh don't even call me that! How could you do this to her?! She's done with you, don't you get it?!" Jin raised his voice at him. I stared at him in shock as something just washed through me. There's that burning feeling, the feeling that just kills you inside out, melts you into molten lava.

"Jin-" he interrupted me.

"No. He has to get himself straight. Park Jimin you listen to me right now. She's over you. She hates you. She thinks this house is the deepest pits of hell, you can't lock her up like that. She has a home and a life! Don't forget, it was you who decided to Keep it as a secret forever when you finally dismissed the bet. Face it, Jimin." He paused. I looked at Jimin from the corner of my eye to see him frozen solid, lips pursed and eyes completely stoned. No anger at all, unlike how he would usually respond.

"She doesn't love you anymore." Jin said squarely. Was it me? Or did Jimin really just flinch at that phrase? I don't know what happened next, but my mouth just spoke without the permission of my mind.

"Jin oppa, it's..... it's fine if he doesn't let me leave. He doesn't touch me, he treats me quite average too. I'll just report him for harassment if he does anything serious." My tiny speech didn't seem to cool things down between the both of them, so I continued. Might as well just get on with it since I already said things like that.

"You still wanna stand up for him?!" Jin pointed at him. My eyes swayed between him and Jimin, who was still numbed.

"C'mon, you guys used to be in the same team. You both used to be so bonded, just because I disappeared from the face of Korea doesn't mean that I haven't been watching your silly videos backstage, interviews and comebacks. You guys were one, and I'm sure that deep in your heart, you still are. Don't break your friendship because of me, I'm
Not that worthy of something like that.." Jin softened up. Maybe it's for the sake of brotherhood that they shared back then.

"Hey, it's not because of you. It's--"

"It's everyone's fault. Sure, Mr park here is to be blamed for caging me up, but it's mine too for giving in to his clients even though I knew that I'd get seriously drunk. Anyways, let's trash this part of our lives away and go in??" I pulled Jin near the door, where the guards slowly moved aside upon seeing Jimin nodding his head at them.