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Jungkook pov
Do you ever let your mind run on its own accord?
Not really thinking intentionally. Wondering different outcomes of a past event, but knowing good and well there's no point because you can never go back to that time.
Well that's what I'm currently doing right now.
What if I would've stopped Jimin from going with Miso. What if I would've just put my foot down and said no, but it's not like I could actually stop him. In the end he's his own person and no matter what I say, he will do what he wants.
Or think he wants.
If he didn't go, maybe I wouldn't be having a panic attack at 7:00 o'clock at night.
I haven't heard from Jimin all day. I usually go to his house every Saturday morning so we can decide what to do for the time being. Sometimes I even go home with him from school.
Obviously that didn't happen considering Miso kidnapped him and took his phone. I don't even know where the bitch lives, so I can't go look for him. I feel completely helpless. I hate feeling like this. Like I'm useless. He could be dying and I wouldn't know what to do. There's always this impending feeling of needing to protect him and when I'm incapable of doing so, I get frustrated.
I'm just about to have a complete come apart when I get a call.
Jimin.
I snatch my phone off the dresser answering immediately, almost dropping it in the process.
".... Jimin?" I answer hesitantly, praying to god that it's actually him.
"Can you come get me? Please." Jimin says with a slight voice crack. He sounds so hoarse and tired.
"Yeah yeah for sure, baby. You're just gonna have to give me the address okay?" I say already slipping on my shoes.
Jimin gives me the address and I'm already speeding down the road. It's about a 20 minute drive from my house. I stop at a pretty big h- mansion with huge double doors.
Rich people.
I honk the horn and Jimin comes running out, his floppy blonde hair bouncing is the dewy morning air. I unlock the door and Jimin slides into the seat of my black, wrangler Jeep.
I wait for him to buckle up. I double check it to be certain. I then pull out of the long curvy driveway and start on the way back to my house.
"Jimin baby, why didn't you just drive your car to my house? I mean I don't mind coming to get you at all, I was just wondering." I ask already knowing the answer.
