I literally just saw BTS with my own eyes. It was a blessed night.
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"I saw it on the news! It was him! You have to believe me!" Your mother was frantic as she stammered and stuttered over the phone. She had claimed that your beloved had been featured on a news article covering the massacre on South Bound.
You knew that your boyfriend was involved in gang business but always had claimed it was minor. The small growing life inside of you made you want to believe that it was true. For their sake.
"GO NOW!" Your mother urged as she screams over the phone. Yet all possible plans were halted as the front door slammed close. You had stood in your bedroom, right by the window as you placed your phone up to your ear once again.
"I'll try" you whispered as the phone was ripped from your grip and thrown to the floor, shattering in the process.
Jimin looked so overly frustrated and angry that it frightened you. Sweat covered his light skin, his cheeks a bright red as he continued to clench and unclench his fists. You thought for a mere second he was going to lay a hand on you for the first time but instead he buried his head in your neck before inhaling deeply. He loved you so much.
Your fear was growing yet you knew that in order for you to escape in one piece you had to play it cool.
"I'm sorry, I'm just going to wash up and then I'll meet you in the bedroom, okay?" He looked generally defeated and you nodded immediately, not wanting to anger him.
As Jimin washed up, you had secured a comfortable position in bed before you began waiting. The clock seemed to be mocking you as every second that went by became slower.
When Jimin had finally settled in beside you, it took him very little to drift off.
As Jimin slept peacefully, his arms wrapped securely around the pillow that he was certain was you, you had slipped out. You didn't know where to go, your parents and friends were obvious targets and you didn't want to be predictable.
If he was murdering people like your mother was claiming than you didn't want to be found.
You had walked for hours on end, the extra weight of your unborn child weighing you down as you settled into the uncomfortable mattress of the cheap motel.
When Jimin had woken to find himself attached to your less-than-perfect fill in, his first emotion was anger. You hadn't left without a trace. You didn't take the car so he knew you were close by. Yet the money you had spent was coming out of your own private accounts. He had no access personally but he was sure one of his contacts could figure it out. His hands were being run through his artificial coloured locks vigorously as the stress began to set in. What if you were hurt? What if something was wrong with the baby?
By mid morning, there was a man-hunt out for you.
Hundreds of Jimin's connections and employees searching for you.
It only happened to be bad-luck that Jimin had located you first. You had been wandering, turning towards the first real estate office you saw as Jimin had sped illegally down the streets with his eyes peeled for no one but you.
When his eyes met your exhausted figure, he felt a small smirk lift on his lips as imagined the long arguments you would both have, every single one ending up in his dominance over you. But you weren't a pushover, making these moments even more entertaining.
"My love, you should've known better" his hands had gripped you waist tightly before your back was forced roughly into his chest, allowing a gasp to escape your lips.
