He's Different | p.jm

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Hmm

I exhaled slowly, glancing around the inaudible checkered lobby, where people were shuffling around the cramped space at midnight.

It's been hours since we've been waiting here, I can still remember what had occurred only a couple hours before that started this mess.

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"Jiyeon ah, they've found Taehyung's body."

Mrs. Kim revealed soft spoken, as she rubbed at my shoulders, tears fleeing out of her pale face.

I gasped, as she shook me quite roughly.

"Mrs. Kim are you alright?"

I questioned, slowly grabbing at the wobbly women who almost lost her balance.

Mr. Kim rushed towards her, catching her from behind.

"What's wrong?"

Jimin asked, alert he rushed towards my side, as he attempted to help.

"Get in the car fast, we must head to the police station."

Mr. Kim ordered.

"Wae?"

"They've found Taehyung's body."

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I shook my sweaty palms lightly, sweat glands forming in spots, as I got nervous just thinking about it, Taehyung's body was found.

A hand appeared, grabbing my hand, as they intertwined mine with theirs.

I looked to my left too see a comfortable smile lay on Jimin's face.

"You're shaking Jiyeon ah."

He observed, squeezing my hand.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright, I'm here for you."

Jimin reassured.

I shot him a soft smile, but deep down I knew he wasn't confident in his words, we didn't know the outcome of this situation, the only thing that we could do is wait.

"Please, I beg of you please!"

A hollering voice pleaded, as I looked up to see Mrs. Kim on her knees, hands shaking violently as she stared up at the desk clerk who shook her head.

I released Jimin's hand, rushing towards Mrs. Kim noona, as I bent down, rubbing her stiffened back.

"Mrs. Kim gwenchena?"

I asked worriedly.

Jimin followed behind me as he scurried next to me, bent as well, I looked over at him and he simply shrugged.

"Ma'am we'll call you back next time when we are for sure, I'm sorry."

I glanced up at the clerk, who rolled her eyes, impatiently.

I stood up gesturing for Jimin to take over, he nodded understanding.

I lumbered towards the front desk and slammed my fists onto the table.

"What's going on?"

I spat.

The woman's eyes lingered onto mine, her expression annoyed as she yawned.