A Flower of...Love

9- Harsh Life

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Third Person's POV

Jimin sighed and rubbed his temples after talking with Namjoon. Not being able to see Yoongi is already a big enough problem, now he has to deal with Jin's problem too?! He stood up and kicked a chair in a frustration, making it scratch along the tiled floor, which created a really ear-piercing screech. Jimin felt like his ears are going to bleed and if his boss wasn't in the next room he would have screamed until his throat hurts, destroy everything in his room and flip over the table right in front of him.

Does God hate me? He thought.

As much as he wanted to sit down and complain about his sad af life his thoughts were interrupted with a sudden knock on the door.

Well, it was more of a punch on the door. Multiple punches.

"PARK JIMIN! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CUP OF COFFEE?! AND HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT THE WALLS HERE ARE FUCKING THIN AS A PAPER? STOP PLAYING AROUND IN YOUR ROOM, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO YOUR WORK!" His boss yelled.

Jimin swore under his breath as he got ready to get his boss a cup of coffee. The conversation with Namjoon distracted him and he forgot about working.

Now he probably has to stay over time to finish his work.

After making his coffee he walked towards the door to deliver it next door where his boss' office is. He opened the door carefully, handling the coffee in his other hand. He didn't expect his boss to be on the other side of the door.

As soon as the door is opened a hand reached for the coffee and snatched it away.

"You know I would have fired you right now if you aren't the most hardworking secretary I had in my life." Jimin's boss muttered, gave his secretary a death glare, and walked away with the coffee.

Now Jimin was sure that god hated him. Losing his boyfriend, losing his friend, additional paperwork, AND an annoying boss.

And all Jimin could do was to grit his teeth and swallow all the anger.

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Jimin's POV

I unlocked my apartment door and ran straight to my room, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. I didn't want a clean pillow on my dirty face, but I don't want an angry landlord or angry neighbors.

My voice was muffled by the pillow but the screaming still helped me calm down. Just a little bit, but good enough. I left my bag and my jacket lying on the floor and walked into the bathroom as I loosed up my tie.

I looked at the mirror and almost screamed again.

My eyes are red and swollen, the heavy lids threatening to drop down any second. My cheeks are red and puffed from all the screaming. My lips are pale with all its blood sucked out. My hair looks the scariest. There were strands flying everywhere, my hair line going everywhere in a zigzag pattern and the bangs going the exact opposite of where they are supposed to go.

It's probably past midnight but I still have to clean up. After a quick hot shower I walked out and sat on my bed. My hair is still slightly wet and my jacket and bag is still lying on the floor somewhere, but I couldn't care less. I just want to sleep.

As I lie down on my bed I expected a soft warm mattress but instead I was greeted with a sound of paper crumpling.

What the hell?

I sat up reluctantly and saw a paper, now crumpled, next to my pillow. I flattened it and read its contents. The handwriting is messy but it was still legible.

Jimin,

Sorry for worrying you. I have something to tell you and it will explain why I am missing. I don't want to worry my boyfriend, but I feel too guilty if I don't tell anyone. I don't have much time so I can't add much details, but basically I got pricked by the thorns too. Just like Yoongi. I was so scared, I don't want to end up like Yoongi, and I don't want to lose my boyfriend either. So I went back to the forest and looked for the owner of that wooden house. I'm not sure if he has the cure, but if he owns those flowers then I assume he knows about them.

If I find the cure I will tell Yoongi too. Please don't tell Namjoon or Yoongi, I don't want to worry them. I don't want Namjoon to come find me, and you understand why. You shouldn't come too, maybe you will remind me of Namjoon.

I hope I can come back soon, all healed. Once again I'm so sorry for being so selfish.

Jin

I widened my eyes as I read the letter. I didn't have to read it again; it was clear enough the first time. This letter answered most of my questions, but it gave me yet another problem.

Should I tell Namjoon about this? He deserves to know this right? Jin is his boyfriend after all. But if Jin is actually looking for a cure, then Namjoon really shouldn't go and find him; it will only hurt Jin.

Ugh this is frustrating.

Despite my growing headache, an idea popped into my mind. If that owner of the flowers actually has the cure, then Yoongi should go find him too right? Keeping me as far away as possible from him would be better anyways. That's exactly what Yoongi should do!

The only problem with this is how am I supposed to tell him about my plan?

Ding dong ding dong ding dong...

My doorbell rang and that made me jump a bit. Because who the hell will visit someone at this time of the day?

I was about to walk out when I heard the door open.

I ran back into my room and slammed the door shut, locked it and hid. I struggled to hold my phone and dial 911 with my shaking hands. It's definitely a burglar. Just when I thought my life couldn't get worse, god decided that I should be robbed as well?!

I was still trying to call the police when someone knocked on my door. Is this burglar retarded or something? I calmed down a bit and feel my confidence rising because of how stupid this burglar is.

"Go away! I called the police!" I shouted. I didn't expect an answer, but he answered anyways. "Why are you calling the police Jimin?"

I widened my eyes at that voice. It was so familiar. But it couldn't be. That's impossible. It can't be. It can't be him.

Slowly I unlocked the door...

...and got hugged immediately.

"I'm so glad you are still awake Jimin." He smiled the sweetest gummy smile ever, but it soon faded and turned into a frown. He hunched his back with one hand on his tummy, and whimpered in pain. I sprang next to him and helped him balance, but quickly jumped away again realizing that it's going to worsen the situation.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry! Why...why are you here? Why did you come find me? Should I close the door?...Stop thinking about me! Go away!" I closed the door and panicked.

I hate myself for just leaving my boyfriend alone outside, but I would hate myself even more if I stay next to him and hurt him more.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I heard louder, more painful whimpers from the other side.

This is going to be harder than I thought...