Devoted to Secrets: Remember Me {Jimin x Reader} (completed!)

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"How do I tell her? How do I ask her when all this is happening? She'll say I don't care about what's going on, but I do," Jimin thought as he stood in the kitchen, resting his hands on the countertop. His fingers quickly tapped on a cup of coffee as he bit his lip, his eyes fixed onto nothing as he tried finding a way to ask you. He still thought about the daughter you lost of course, but this wouldn't wait forever.

The talk Jimin had with Jungkook and the rest at the hospital had happened a week ago. V was let out of the hospital two days ago and Jungkook hadn't told the lieutenant if you would be willing to talk. In fact, Jungkook had given the lieutenant your information. They could possibly be coming today, tomorrow, who knows.

You suddenly stepped into the kitchen. Jimin scooped up the cup of hot coffee and drank some to hide his thoughtful moment, burning his mouth. His face scrunched up as he swallowed. You would normally laugh loudly at this, but nothing really seemed as funny. "You okay?" You asked normally as you poured yourself a cup of tea. He sighed after the pain and nodded, "yeah." He turned to watch you. You seemed drained, still sad, without energy. You mixed some sugar in your drink quietly. "How are you? You need a massage? Breakfast?" He asked. "Better yet, I'll just do it. Wait for me in the bedroom," he said as he set his cup down, preparing to make breakfast, but your immobile response made him pause and look at you.

You took this moment to speak, "I'm going to the station today," you said as your hands enveloped the warm cup. Jimin stared at you, wondering how you knew. "H-what?" He asked as you looked at him too. You nodded, looking away. "Jungkook called me yesterday evening. He told me everything and what has to be done so I'll do it," you said, but then you looked at him. Your eyes held a look of worry as you spoke with a gentle voice, "this- how will I say without mentioning that you killed that man?"

Jimin stared at you with a sudden fear in his eyes. There was no way that they wouldn't find out he killed someone. His hands became weak. He looked away, wondering what could be done. He did kill someone, but he couldn't just let the man walk away as if he didn't hurt you all. You noticed his distress and reached over, placing your hand on his arm. It had been days that you had showed no interest in him as bad as that sounds. You were too enveloped in your own pain that you didn't allow his pain to be comforted too.

He looked at you, realizing the same thing until his phone rang. He checked it, "it's Jungkook," he said. You nodded, letting him answer. "Jungkook, hey," he said as you both kept eye contact. You too wanted to know what was being said. He nodded as he listened to the boy on the other side of the line, "oh- o-okay. Thank you. Yeah I will. Okay thanks," he said. He hung up and set his phone down, "they got him, but not her. He's being held at the station. I'm gonna go. V, Yoongi and Jungkook are going. You wanna come?" He asked, still wondering if you were okay to go. You nodded with determination as Jimin looked at you worriedly. All he wanted was for you not to stress or worry anymore. "I'll go get dressed," you said as you took your cup of tea. Jimin followed you.

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Jimin drove you both to the station as you looked out the window. "Jimin, I feel like Aiden  is going through too much," you said, never moving your eyes from the scene outside the passenger sides window. Jimin remained silent for a moment, knowing this since the beginning. "I know. He's always being passed over to V or Yoongi because things just get bad and we don't want him to see it all," he said. You looked over at his hand that rested on the gear stick. "He loves my mom though and my mom loves him so much," he said, glancing over at you. Jimin always kept in touch with his mom as you did with yours, but this time, she suggested leaving Aiden at her house for the weekend while things got better. You both just hated how he was always taken somewhere else every time things went bad. You arrived at the station but stayed in the car for a moment, giving you time to prepare or decide if this was too much for you.