Park of Winter's fall. | Jimin FF

Chapter 1

"PARK OF WINTER'S FALL."

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Chapter 1

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[JIMIN'S P.O.V]

Turning on the coffee pot in the morning was one of the only things that was easy to do. Perhaps the only easy thing I had to do.
I could laugh at how pathetic my life had become in these past few months. Running and hiding like a coward from something that wasn't even of my own doing.
Every day I always catch myself asking the same question over and over:

"Why did I run?"

It isn't like I committed any wrong doing. I didn't do anything wrong. . .

. . . Or did I?

Was I responsible? Am I not partly to blame for the blood in his room and his unnerving disappearance?

Those are the questions that will not leave the back of my mind. The only thing that was left behind was a destroyed room, and one lonely bracelet on the carpet near his bed.
It was the bracelet I recently gifted him on his 21st birthday.
Followed with that jewelry, we also found a note card that only listed a small serial number, which was located just in the very middle of the piece of paper. A messy conglomerate line made up of letters and numbers.

What does it mean? A location? A date?

It's something I've been trying to wrap my dense brain around for months. I honestly wish I could go back to my brothers and talk to them. Or just rewrite time.
I want to tell my band mates. But I can't...
That's impossible. Because at this, they probably unfortunately think I'm too far gone and think that I have something to do with this.
But perhaps that's just my only fucked up way my cranium has to explain it all. Like that is the only reasonable explanation it has to deal with this shit.
The police would more than likely be waiting at the doors to grab me, throw me behind bars without trial and toss the key in the ocean.

But would they really do that?

Would Tae-Tae or Namjoonie-Hyung or any of the others at Bighit really allow them to take me away? Is the blame truly on me? Is all of this my fault in the end?

Maybe...

I pour the freshly brewed coffee into a mug and take a large gulp, not particularly caring that the scalding hot beverage soared down the back of my throat and singed a few layers off.

But I couldn't care less. It was my retribution to pay.

"Time to get back to my work." I sighed dejectedly, walking slowly back to my bedroom with the coffee in hand. My feet dragged on the carpet, not managing to lift them up far enough so a soft, scraping noise of skin to wool echoed through the almost empty room's walls, having nothing to bounce back to dampen the sound.

'Maybe I'm just being too hard on myself and not giving me the benefit of the doubt.'
I thought to myself.

'I bet they would greet me with open arms if I went back.'
That sentence halted my movements, causing me to freeze in my tracks. I bit my lip.
"But would they?" I say aloud, furrowing my brows together. I cursed under my breath. I opened my mouth to give my weak self a pep talk.
"Stop torturing yourself like this, Jimin. You know for a damn fact that they wouldn't!" I yelled out into the house like I was expecting a response, but the only thing that was left was an endless echo, instead.
"I just know. Namjoon and Hobi saw me in his room with the blood everywhere. I made the mistake to touch it. It was on me... Plus, I ran without explanation. As much as it hurts all of us, I look guilty and made them see me as a criminal. I know someone set me up on purpose, but the others don't know that."

Hell, I'm sure after this long, they've already sided with the SKPD.

No one else was in this safehouse to hear my desperate confession. Only my white and orange cat Serendipity.
She was my only constant.

My only joy.

I softly smiled when she came darting around the corner to greet me. She rubbed her body against my bare legs. I chuckled to pat her head.

"Hi, girl. How are you? I bet you're hungry. Let's get something to eat. She meowed back.

"Mrow."

"One thing I do know, is that I need clothes and money. . .  Supplies."
The problem with acquiring that, is that I have to sneak back to the dorm. Unless I have someone on the inside I can fully trust. Someone who would still help me, even when I am in serious trouble. That can be one person, and one person only.

I weakly smile as the image of the person flashes in my eyes.

END CHAPTER 1.