Boy Meets Evil

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JASMINE'S POV

His front door was unlocked, I was calling his name out but there was no reply.

I brushed beads of sweat off my forehead, the taxi was caught in traffic and I promised to spend my birthday evening with Jimin so ran here as fast as I could.

I called his name out louder, still no reply.

My heart sunk into my belly when I saw colourful balloons decorating the floor, handmade decorations draping the walls and ceilings.

I bent forward and caught my breath as all sorts of emotions whizzed through me.

Oh Jimin, I don't deserve someone like you...

I heard the sound of splashing water from upstairs as I edged my way to the staircase, clutching onto my palpitating heart.

I stopped short when I saw familiar Polaroid photographs scattered on each stair.

With shaking hands I picked a few up and my vision became blurry with tears as I sniffed and placed them to my heart.

I definitely don't deserve you Jimin.

Where did you even manage to find these photos?

Ya please God, give me strength, and guide me for I don't know what I want...

I was dragged back into reality when the sound of water got louder as alarm bells started going off in my mind.

"Jiminie? Is everything okay in there?" I crept towards the bathroom, not wanting to intrude on his privacy.

Something wasn't right, why was the carpet wet?

Ya! The water is so cold!

It must be the mountain water.

"Jiminie...Jimin?"

No reply, just the sound of running water gushing out from the bath taps.

I slowly opened the door and a wave of desperation flooded my senses...

No.

No...

My heart missed a couple of beats as my eyes were trying to comprehend what I could see.

"JIMIN, NO! What are you doing?! YA!"

I was shrieking, I was terrified, I couldn't breathe...

My trembling arms heaved Jimin's lifeless body out of his overflowing bath tub as my breathing became sharp and painful.

His face was paper pale and thin, his button nose was bright red and his pouty lips were bright pink as water gently slid down his face.

His temporary hair dye coloured the water blood red as his brown hair was flat and covering his forehead in locks.

"JIMIN, JIMIN PLEASE, I BEG YOU...Don't do this...Jehbal...hajima..."

I wrapped my arms around Jimin and tilted his head forward, trying to put him in recovery position.

I checked his pulse, but couldn't find anything.

"HELP ME! ANYONE! PLEASE! HELP ME! Oh Jimin, not you, you can't...you can't do this to me...I – I'll kill myself...please..."

I pressed my teary face on his soft cheeks as his angelic eyes were peacefully closed.

No, please, PLEASE...

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