Jimin scrolled through Twitter as he lay on his bed on his stomach.
bzz. bzz.
fKimbapie~! calling
He smiled and brought the phone to his ear immediately.
"Do you think you can come around asking us for money? What are you? A beggar?"
Jimin froze.
There was a shuddering breath from the other side.
"All you've done over these years is fool us. Don't you have any responsibility? It's your own choice, your own life. Who said you could come back here?"
"Jimin?"
The voice cracked as it said his name.
She almost never talked about her parents. He'd always sensed it wasn't a good relationship but-
"You called me a bitch, remember? Who's the bitch now? You. You're the biggest bitch of all. What are you doing at night? Being a prostitute? The way you dress; I wouldn't be surprised. A bitch for all the men."
He could feel the anger rising, simmering, boiling over.
"Bobbi? Where are you?" The voice that came from his mouth was no way controlled and at the back of his mind, a part of him felt surprised.
Bitch. How could a word like that even come out of a mother's mouth?
His mind went back to every night he'd seen her at work. Dark under eyes, kind smiles, finishing projects on the cashier counter. There were times where she had to rote write essays so she'd turn away and recite them to him.
Did I do well? She'd turn back around with a cheeky smile on her face.
I think you should go through a few more times. You had to think awhile for the middle. But overall, you'll ace it.
I asked Seokjin for advice on the content. But I only recite to you. You're a good listener. I'm only comfortable around you because around anyone else I feel silly.
It's not silly! I'm glad to hear I can do that for you.
How dare they accuse her- accuse her as if it was immoral to work any job regardless of its nature, that a job was why she was to be judged, when in reality she wasn't even doing that all, she was standing at a convenience store, she was just trying, always trying-
"Bobbi-"
"Just stay with me," was the whispered reply. "Tell me about your day, Jimin. Tell me anything."
"Get out of there," he repeated fiercely.
"No," came the tearful reply. "Please- what did you eat for dinner today?"
The yelling from the other side had stopped, replaced with what sounded like to be a loud television blaring in the background.
YOU ARE READING
ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇ || ｐｊｍ
أدب الهواة❝i know it's been a long time since i've written to you. i don't know if you'll even read these. but i hope you do.❞ park jimin reads twenty one letters from the girl who disappeared.
