Park of Winter's fall. | Jimin FF

Chapter 2

"Park of Winter's fall."

WARNING: CONTAINS MILD GRAPHIC LANGUAGE THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR  YOUNGER READERS. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!

"Taehyungie." I choked out accidentally, as years spilled down my cheeks.
Why was I crying? I really had no reason to.
But I must admit, I was emotional. I just realized that I hadn't uttered his name out loud like that since the day I had run away.
It was just too painful, honestly. But I need him now more than ever.
I just hope to fucking god he will cooperate and won't turn me in to the damn police. He is the only member I can trust.

My one true friend.

The hyungs are a liability... they're too smart.
They'd save their own asses if it came down to it.
But Tae? He's nice and sweet.

LOYAL.

He will help me. I know he would.
I just pray that I can successfully talk him into meeting me somewhere and helping.

That is if the company is allowing them to leave anywhere.

That new place is tight on security, and heavily guarded by a large gate. They even put a hault on any further group activities due to the investigation.
Ah well...
I'll try to find a way. I'll have to sneak in there somehow to try and retrieve some of my belongings.
I wiped the freshly shed tears off my face and downed the rest of my coffee.
"Time to do this." I said to myself, nodding my head.
I set down the empty mug of what once was filled with my scalding coffee on to the counter, and went to my bathroom.
(To try and go through my usual morning routine.)

Not like I'm going to be going out to do something special, like eat at a fancy restaurant, or play golf.
But I felt like I should put in some effort.
I snorted.

Pft.

Is this silly? I'd be better off doing the complete opposite. I don't want to stand out. I can't look like I'm a celebrity.
I need to blend in with the crowds. Which means...

No makeup. No overly expensive clothes.

But... what about my hair? It's still blond. People will know for sure it's me. Perhaps I should dye it darker?
"Wouldn't that look like I'm actually guilty of something? As if I really did do something wrong?" I say quietly.
It would be suspicious of me and would raise too many questions if anyone found out.
Irritated, I pushed the drawer closed that I just opened. I decided against it.
I took a step back and looked into the mirror.

I looked like absolute shit.

Worthless, shit.

My hair was not combed, my clothes unkempt and I had outrageously accumulating eye bags.
(They could be designer.)

YIKES. . .

"I did this to myself." I used the palms of my hands to rub them hard against my bare face.
"Whatever. No use in crying about it. I'm going to straighten this shit out and put an end to it. Find Jungkook, and prove my innocence."
I flip off the light and walk out of the bathroom.
I shut the door firmly behind me.