The Last Boy Scout

35*

"Jimin?"

Silence.

"Jimin!"

"..."

"Jimin, where are you? Please answer me,"

"..."

"Hyung... please say something,"

"..."

"Pabo? Hyung? Jiminnie?"

"...

... don't call me that."

Click.

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It sank deeper into his flesh. He winced a little bit, but he was used to it by now. He slowly dragged the blade across his wrist and began to wrap fresh gauze around the self-made wound.

He rinsed the blade and tucked it away in the back of the drawer underneath the sink. He sits onto the counter and let's his wounded hand rest on his knees. Blood was beginning to seep through the fabric, so he grabbed the roll of gauze and started to cover up the evidence.

As he was doing so, there was a knock on the door.

"Jimin, are you alright?" Her voice was very subtle. "You've been in there for at least an hour,"

He didn't know how to respond. Surely, Jin Yung was suspicious and might've started getting concerned. Jimin just kept quiet. He stared at his legs that were dangling over the countertop as he pulled his oversized sleeve to cover his wrist.

"Jimin? Are you in there?" Jin Yung tried to twist the handle, but it was still locked. Jimin began to feel bad.

He pulled out his phone to make it look like he was talking to someone. He slowly unlocks the doorknob and pushes the door open, revealing a really worried looking Jin Yung.

She immediately hugs him tightly and fluffs his hair. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Jimin rests his hand against her back so that she wouldn't see anything. "I just... had to call... someone," Jimin's stomach began to feel weird and he harshly pulls away from Jin Yung.

"What? What is it?" Seeing the innocent look on her face made his stomach flip over. He remains silent. If he told her, she would never forgive him and probably leave him like the last one did.

"Is there something you're meaning to tell me?" A hint of anger was in her voice.

"Is there something you're meaning to hear?" Jimin snapped back abruptly. He wanted to take back what he said, but Jin Yung was already onto him.

He headed towards the staircase and started to descend them.

"Jimin, what's going on?" Jin Yung trailed behind him.

There was no way out of it, Jimin knew. Sooner or later, he would have to tell her, or worse, she would find out. He couldn't do this to her. Not to Jin Yung.

"Jimin, what are you hiding?" Jin Yung stood at the foot of the stairs and watched Jimin saunter over to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of vodka and started to pour some in a glass.

"Jimin," Jin Yung said firmly. She had followed him into the kitchen and was leaning against the marble countertop.

He slowly turns around but couldn't bare to look at her directly. He stares at the fruit stand beside her.

"Are you seeing other women?"

Jimin almost spit out his drink. He never saw Jin Yung upset like this before, but he recognized the pain in her voice. She really thought something was going on.

But he would rather have Jin Yung mad at him than have her find out the truth.

Jimin wipes his mouth with the back of his good hand and dumps out the rest of the liquid into the sink.

"Jimin, you still need to answer my question,"

He looks down sheepishly at the floor and pretends to busy himself with his phone.

"Jimin, what's going on? I came here to spend time with you and to see you again, and it was difficult to find a train ticket from Busa-"

Jin Yung's eyes widened.

"Jimin, are you doing those things with Jungkook again...?"

Jimin's good hand balled into a fist. His body flushed with anger.

"Do not mention that name again." He spat. "Do you hear me? Don't."

Jin Yung was really started to get confused. "Say what? Jungkoo-"

"Shhh!" Jimin hissed. "I said don't."

"Then answer my question; what is going on with you?"

Jimin grew silent again. He couldn't do it. He just stood there stupidly with his phone clutched in his bad hand and his other hand combing through his fluffy hair.

Jin Yung sighed loudly, it almost sounded like a huff. "I need to go,"

Jimin looked up all of a sudden. She couldn't leave him just like that.

"I'll see you later, Jimin," she walked out and closed the front door tightly behind her. The sound of the door clicking echoed throughout the apartment.

Jimin walked over to the living room and collapsed onto his white sofa. He let out a deep breath.

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Jin Yung didn't have her car here with her in Seoul, which made things difficult. Luckily, Jimin wasn't the only person she was close to in the big city.

"Annyeong? Hello?"

"Jooheon-ah, it's me,"

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