Isabella felt tears trailing down her cheeks. She sat on the middle of her living room, staring blankly at the carpet beneath her. She heard knocks on the door. One. Two. Three. Then they stopped. She stayed where she was.
A minute later, her front door swung open and Jimin stormed in, spare key in hand. He took a quick look around the room; beer cans littered the place. His gaze quickly fell on her and rapidly assessed the state she was in.
In a matter of seconds, he was kneeling in front of her, concern in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Is? Are you okay?"
She kept quiet, but Jimin noticed that more tears began to taint her cheeks as she cried harder. The sight made his heart ache and he instinctively wove his arms around her fragile figure and hugged her tightly against his chest.
"I'm sorry, Is. Whatever is wrong, let me help you. Please, just let me make it better."
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