CupCake.

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"Penelope!" Jimin ran into the last place he could think of but still no sign of his voluptuous, sweet cupcake. He sighed, tears surfacing his eyes. "Baby, where are you?" Jimin cried in a whisper. His mind traveled to every place, anywhere she could be. Then a light went off in his head. It was bright and illuminating, letting everything fall into place. He remembered seeing her once when he visited his father's grave and watched as she talked to a stone with a sincere smile. Once upon a time, before they became close. He began walking backwards then turned completely, beginning with a jog and accelerating to a sprint, rushing towards the cemetery. It was locked.

There's no way she can be here.

But something told him she was. A feeling in his abdomen that stabbed him harshly and made him emotional with the cringing of his heart. She has to be here. Jimin grabbed the metal bars of the gate tightly, placing one foot in the gap and pulling himself upward. He moved his hands as he climbed the gate, swinging his legs over the barrier and landing on the ground with a thud. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he scanned the cemetery. Penelope. Penelope. Penelope—

There she sat, leaning against the same gray stone he saw her near a couple of years ago. But she didn't have that beautiful sincere smile he had seen her with. The one with the eyes twinkling and warmth sprinkling her cheeks. Her cheeks were filled with warmth, but not from her heart. It was her body. Penelope sat by her mother's grave on a night that became cold and she was shivering. Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving a warm trail that became cold after a few seconds. The wind blew hard. She didn't have anyone to run to at times like this. Despite that fact, Penelope chose her mother. Her mother that lay in a black cushioned coffin, six feet underground. Her mother that was the only one that listened to her when Penelope needed a friend.

Jimin instantly panicked as he saw her near the point of unconsciousness. "Cupcake," he whispered, running towards the sweet and plump figure that shivered and lost her vanilla skin color. The soft mochi slipped his sweater off and tugged it down Penelope's body as much as he could. Penelope whimpered in relief as she felt warmth engulf her and the toxic smell of Jimin invading her senses. "Penny, baby," he called to her tired form. She hummed through her half-unconscious state. "Cupcake you got to help me out here."

And she tried. Tried to push herself and stand straight on her feet. But she felt weak and cold, frozen to the bone and her body continued to give out. Jimin's strength could only carry her to a bench covered in flowers, painted blue and white. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed his dear friend for help and a car. Minutes later, Taehyung ran through a side entrance he found and helped Jimin with Penelope. "What happened?" Taehyung asked as he turned down Jimin's street.

"Family problems and she ran to the only place she could think of."

Her mother's grave.

It was morning and Penelope awoke in a soft mattress, warm and comforted by two arms wrapped around her. She felt rested and at peace as the sun shined through the window covered in blue. It was almost a dream. To be held by someone and wake up so at peace despite the night she had—

Her eyes shot open and smile disappeared.

Why do my legs feel... free?

Why does my whole body feel exposed even though I am wearing—

WHO'S SHIRT IS THIS?!

Are the questions that coursed through Penelope's head as she slowly felt for the arm that engulfed her. It was soft yet small and warm. She slowly turned to look at the person, afraid she might've done something more stupid than disappear into a cemetery. She relaxed slightly but remained tense when the limb that held her, was attached to Park Jimin. She smiled softly and took in his soft features. The curve of his lips to his stubby nose and his eyelashes... Penelope couldn't help her arm lifting up and touching his eyelashes. They felt like feathers against her fingertips.

Then her insecurities resurfaced, and she attempted to slowly lift herself off the bed. Feeling movement, he grabbed her wrist, tugging on it as to make her lose the support Penelope had to hold herself up.

Penelope fell besides Jimin, eyes wide and alert, looking into the dark brown eyes no longer covered by his soft skin. They lit up with the brightness of his smile, a laugh omitting through his soft yet dry lips. Morning breath was nothing as his body, entirely, smelled sweet. "Morning," his gruff voice spoke, sending chills down her spine. She tried to speak but only her lips parted, breathless from the sight of Jimin and the shock of this morning. Jimin giggled as her cheeks reddened.

"Cute." Penelope used her palms to shield her face. Jimin pulled her closer, her thick form satisfying the touch he craved. He rubbed her back, soothing Penny, almost causing to drift back into a slumber. He thought about last night. How her unconscious form lay cold under his bed sheets, shivering and crying silently. "Want to talk about it?"

Of course, she didn't. She had a feeling he'd heard of what happened.

From her brother.

"Did you..." she softly whispers, pausing with the words in her mouth. She shyly looks away, her cheeks turning a crimson red, accentuating her cream-colored skin. Jimin smirks, leaning forward and unconsciously placing a soft kiss on Penelope's forehead. "Yes, I did." Penelope was embarrassed. "You shouldn't have." She croaks. There was marks on her skin she'd hate for anyone to see. Especially Jimin. Scars of her past that will stay embedded in her skin forever.

He saw them and felt pain. Pain, longing, and admiration. He wondered how someone could be so strong after all the wounds her body endured. "They were beautiful," he spoke of her stretch marks. "I'm glad I got to see them before anyone else." He held her hand and sent a warm current through her body. Tears strayed away from her eyes as Penelope shut them to keep Jimin from seeing the pain that showed through her eyes.

this sucked. i am so sorry. i will do better.

literally trying to focus on school because i have to do well or my life is over.