chapstick.

xiv

jimin ended up going home later on that night.

i still felt a bit agitated.

i knew that he didn't want to go home and it bothered me.

and i'm an idiot.
a fucking idiot.
a fucking dumbass.

i ended up leaving my house and following jimin to a big, worn out house.

it's location was different. it didn't seem as if it was in seoul. but it was.

a strange part of seoul.

i was peeking from the corner, too afraid to actually face the house. jimin was already inside.

i wanted to go inside and see how jimin was living but i was being a pussy.

that's until i heard glass bottles shattering and disturbing screams.

before i knew it, i was twisting the knob of the eerie house. i pop it open and walked inside.

my heart fell out of my ass.

there stood jimin, with small cuts (which were fresh and bleeding) on his white skin. his eyes were wide, filled with terror and shock.

i stared at him but a pair of unfamiliar eyes were piercing the side of my face.

i avert my head, meeting these disgusting eyes.

it was park jimin's dad.