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seven

after work, i didn't head home, obviously i wouldn't. i didn't want them questioning me, where was the money. honestly do they think working at the book store could earn up to three hundred thousand won. 

so here i am, staying back in the store, later than usual. halmeoni had went home, leaving me and jimin alone. "hey. aren't you heading home?" he asked clueless. of course he didn't know. i shook my head. 

"why not?" he asked. oh shit. what do i say? "oh erm. i forgot to bring keys back. so i couldn't enter my house." i lied. but he shook his head. did he believe? 

"you can't lie to me, jihye-ah. your bag was filled with clothes." he pointed at my school bag. shit. "were you planning on running away from home?" he asked. i looked away from him. do i tell him the truth?

"you can always tell me anything, and everything, jihye-ah. i'm here for you." he sighed, kneeling in front of me. but i shook my head. "i'm afraid that you'll become like them if i ever told you." he looked at me, confused. "what do you mean?" 

i sighed. "yes. i'm running away from home." i finally admitted. "and why are you doing that?" he asked. "well. it's because i'm treated like shit everywhere i go okay. i can't seem to find a sense of belonging everywhere i go. it just seems that everyone hates me, okay?" as i said those words, i felt a lump forming in my throat.

he bit his lower lips, looking at me worriedly. "i need you to explain further, jihye." with that, i told him about how my father owes loan shark a debt of three hundred thousand won. and he wanted me to pay for it. and how i was treated at home. 

everything was spilled. including how i was treated at school. i even told him further details about my relationship with yoongi. how fucked up it is. everything wasn't right for me. i guess life wasn't right for me in general. 

by the time i finished telling him everything. i was a mess. but that didn't bother me. what bothered me was that i told him everything. i got him involved with me, after those few weeks of pushing him away from me. it has all gone to waste. 

i wiped my tears away. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have told you. now you're involved-" i was cut off when he brought me into his embrace. 

"shh.. it's okay. i told you i wanted to get into your business, didn't i? you can tell me everything. trust me." he whispered gently in my ears, as he drew small circles on my back. 

he broke the hug and looked at me in the eyes. "anyways. we can always take things step by step okay?" he asked, but i shook my head. "jimin. i'm fucked up. i don't know what to do." "which is why i'm here to help you." he smiled softly. 

"look, i have an idea." he spoke and i looked at him, curious. "i have an empty room in my apartment. it isn't big. but i hope you like it." is he telling me to live with him? "i-i can always stay at a motel." i avoided his suggestion. 

"are you sure you want to waste your money every night?" well, at least he has some logic there. "or maybe i can stay over at yoongi's-" "and get abused by him? i'm not letting that happen." he frowned. 

i opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted me. "look. i don't care how used you are with him hitting you. it's bad okay? why are you giving him the chance to beat you up?" right.. 

i sighed. "i just didn't want to be a burden to you." i said, looking into his eyes, for the first time. and i found out that his eyes are really small, but they were so sweet. i felt lost in his eyes. they were so beautiful.. 

"look, it's okay." he smiled. his eyes forming a crescent shape. i sighed in defeat. "fine." with that, he did a small victory dance. whenever he does that, i just let out a small laugh. he's just so cute.