DIFFERENT || P.JM

[7]

"My parents died in a fire accident." He was taken aback by my random topic.

"Oh. . . I'm sorry to hear that." He muttered.

It was my fault they died. "It's okay, you weren't there. So don't feel sorry." I told Jimin.

"So, where do you live?" He asked. "I mean, you don't have a family. . . And you're always here alone in this old playground."

I live in the dark.

"I live somewhere. . . Alone."

I lived in the dark where no one wanted to save me. I live as if I was six feet underground where no one can hear my screams.

No one was there to save me. To hear me out. To listen to me.

But that was yesterday.

Because, "Jimin thank you for being here."

He seemed a bit. . . How do I say this... Mm. Jungshook-ed? that I actually thanked him.

"I thought you don't like me."

"Yeah, I still do."

Because I love you.