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08: her room

Jimin POV

• I didn't even want to stay after I called 911. It was already the Hell that I wanted to leave. •

mochi🍡: minnie. I fucking need you.
mini: mm? its 11 pm.
mochi🍡: yes, ik, and I'm sorry. but my father
mini: what is it?
mini: jimin, u need to tell me.
mochi🍡: he raped mom
mini: oh my god.
mini: are you alright?
mochi🍡: eh. can I stay with you?
mini: PLEASE DO.
mochi🍡: thanks so much. ily 💕
mini: its not a problem. I'm here to help. come over right now.
mochi🍡: got it.

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• Minutes later, I arrived at the studio apartment Minnie lived in, with my backpack full of toiletries, a granola bar, vitamin water, and an extra set of clothes. Before I could even lay a hand on the doorknob, it bursted open, showing Minnie herself. Her black hair was done in two French braids, and she wore baggy pajamas.

Her smile was bright, and her eyes were sympathetic.

"Oh my fuck," she said. "Oh my fuck, Jimin. You look horrible."

"Thanks a lot, punk."

She snorted. "I'm sorry. Come in."

I obeyed, and went into the familiar room. A queen-sized bed with a purple duvet sat in the corner across from us, and a small kitchen was laid out. Food was scattered across the counter.

"Sorry it's so messy." Then, she blushed.

"What?" I asked, with a slight smirk.

"We have to share..."

My eyes wandered to the bed, and I pointed to it. "That?"

"Yeah..."

"Pfft," I said with a smile. "We can handle it."

"I guess. Should I make you something?"

"Nah. I got a snack."

She nodded, and grabbed my wrist, pulling me on one of the stools by the counter. "Sit here. Don't look. I'm gonna change."

"Come on. I'm gay."

"Do you want to see?" Her eyebrow raised.

"True."

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An hour later, Minnie was curled up next to me, on the bed, her snores circling the room. They weren't loud, and they weren't the reason why I couldn't sleep.

So much has happened in only a day. I couldn't wrap my head around mum being... yeah. I was guilty that I didn't help her.

Slowly, I stood up, and made my way out into the hallway where the other doors to the apartments stood, and tried to call her.

By the fifth ring, she picked up.

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Normal - Jimin
Italic - Mother

"Hello?"

"Mom... It's Jimin."

"Oh my god... Where are you? I'm worried sick!"

"It doesn't matter. Are you okay?"

No one answers.

"Mom..?"

"The police are taking care of it, honey..."

I facepalmed, realizing I totally forgot to call 911.

"Why are you whispering?"

"He's... Here. They are arriving soon, though."

"Are you sure?"

"Please, honey. I got this."

"Mom-"

"Jimin."

I sighed. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's fine, baby. They will arrive soon..."

"You sound nervous."

"I don't care. I've got to go, though."

"Wait!-"

Call ended.

• 🐀 angst :,)