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Chapter 21: Arriving Back

💔Jimin's Point of View💔  

2 years ago...  

When father left for work the next day, I snuck out of the house with Jungkook's birthday present in hand. Father wouldn't be home until 2:00pm, since our flight leaves at 3:30 and it takes so long to arrive at the airport anyways. This means that I have four hours to be home.

I was hoping to tell Jungkook the truth, but when I opened his window, that he would always leave open whenever I would sneak in, he wasn't there. I carefully sat the gift on his bead and left, making sure to close the window behind me.

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I was walking through the cemetery, to visit mom one last time, when I spotted a crowd of black in the distance. I know it's rude to sneak up and listen in on the funeral like this, but I hid behind a large oak tree not too far away from them, but close enough to where I can make out what people are saying.

I kept hearing my name mentioned whenever someone would step up and give a speech. I thought it might have been someone else named Park Jimin, but when I saw an all too familiar face, a face that was filled with sorrow, making a speech, I immediately walked away.

How could I not realise this earlier? I thought in anger as I ran back home. My father, my own father, had set up a funeral for me! A funeral that wasn't needed and a funeral that he wasted money and time on! I am NOT dead!

I wanted to so badly hug Jungkook right then and there when I saw his face and say everything's going to be alright, but I knew the consequences that my father would put upon me. He would try to isolate me from everyone else. He wouldn't even let me have the freedom to hang out with my friends, if I made any in the states.

When I came back home, it was already lunch time. I just skipped the food and went straight upstairs to my room and cried until I heard my father shout my name two hours later to tell me it's time to leave.

I guess it's goodbye Jeon Jungkook. I will find you again one day. I love you. I thought right before I left the house.

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It's been one year since I moved to America, to L.A, California to be exact. It's been one year since my supposedly 'death'. Father never will know that I was there at the funeral.

I've made one friend whom I learned that they also speak Korean and that he moved here because his family wanted to for some reason.

His name was Jung Hoseok, but he said back in Seoul, he was called Jhope. I asked him why and he simply said it's just a nickname one of his friends came up with. He was very helpful on helping me learn english too.

After two years of living in America, Hoseok move back to Korea. I was very sad that he was leaving, but we kept in contact. A few weeks after his absence, father abruptly decided to move back to Seoul too. I don't know why because he never told me the real reason.

Anyways, about a week after moving to back to Korea, I met Hoseok at a café called, 'Moonlight Café'. He explained to me that he now works there after his parents inherited it from his grandparents, that's why he moved.

We hanged out together that weekend and caught up on each other's lives and what's happened so far. He's told me that he'll start attending Seoul High next Tuesday. I told him that I'll be attending a private school until my father thinks I'm on my 'best behavior' all because of what happened two years ago when I argued with him. 

You never, ever, want to get into an argument with him, ever. If you do, who knows how long he'll hold a grudge, especially when it's with his own son?

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