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April 24, 1:30 am. Abandoned home.
"Shit, shit, shit" he muttered, pacing back and forth around the living room.
"What the fuck do I do now" he growled, angrily pushing whatever furniture was near down onto the floor. He then slowly made his way over to the couch and sat down, tears forming on the rim of his eyes. He glanced over to see a photo album that sat there for years collecting dust. pulling himself off of the couch, he walked over and grabbed the album before hesitantly flipping through the pages.
What happened to him that made him go as far as to do this as revenge?
"I'm sorry Y/N. This wasn't supposed to happen" he muttered. Heading down into the basement, he found a spare phone from a drawer and proceeded to call a number he never thought he would ever dial again. It took some time searching, but he managed to find the right number.
He has to come clean now.
The phone continued to dial until the line on the other end finally picked up.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end said.
"I fucked everything up. I'm sorry Jimin" He said.
April 24, 1:26 am. Head Office.
Jimin yawned as he continued typing away on the computer. This was the 13th paper he's checked over in the last hour. Looking at the time, he saw that it was almost 1:30 am. A small break would never hurt anyone. Moving away from the desk computer, he rolled over to his personal laptop and sighed in sadness at the background.
It was of him and Y/N after their first win at the pep-rally. They both looked so happy with him in his uniform and her in her cheer uniform, posing with their arms wrapped tightly around each other.
He couldn't help but wonder if she was ok. Ever since he's lost his phone, he couldn't get into contact with any of his friends. Despite buying a new phone, he tried to contact Y/N but never got the call to go through. He felt guilty, hoping that they wouldn't think he left them. He couldn't even normally go through the news or any social media because his father's company was so strict on schedule and work, it was practically impossible.
A sudden knock was heard from the door, surprising Jimin in the process.
"Come in" Jimin called out, eyes still glued to the screen. His father walked in with a stern look.
"Jimin. Could you explain this?" his dad announced, holding out a piece of paper. Jimin reached his hand forward and grabbed the paper, squinting his eyes to read the small print.
To the Park family.
From the recent activities and accusations along with the results of the hearing of Jimin Park, we will need you to come in immediately.
