rumors | park jimin

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*TEXT NOTIFICATION FROM
'my love ♡!' *

my love ♡!:
i miss you...i want to see you.

—

We eventually reached our destination and I was awoken by a rough jerk of the car. I fluttered my eyes open to see us in the driveway of Ms.Lee's house—Jai and Jongsuk's mother, and also what I like to call my second mother. She was always there for me. There was a small smile on my face as the nostalgic feeling rushed through my body.

"Let's go." Jongsuk glanced at me before he opened the drivers door. Before he could get up from his seat, I grabbed his arm unconsciously, "Wait," I mumbled lowly. His eyes met mine and there was this—this unrecognizable glimmer there, "...Thank you..." I forced a small smile on my face through all the pain, which also made him smile, but we both surely knew we were faking it. We knew that as soon as we walked through the doors of this house, we would have to keep this a secret. Which feels like I've been pretty good at lately.

"No need to thank me," He places his hand on mine, "You know I'd do anything for you—"

"You're here!" Ms. Lee waved from her doorstep, with the beautiful, excited and lively smile she keeps on her face. Jong suk sighed, so did I. But mine was in a different way; a relieved way. I let myself out of the car, gladly making my way to an opened armed Ms.Lee.

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After Jimin gets home from the tour, he is completely fatigued and in need of rest, but he can't stop thinking about you; what Taehyung shared with him about his relationship with you...and he wants to fix it. But in contrast to what he wants to do; what he needs to do, he's disappointed. How could he let you down like this? What if you never forgive him? What if you don't want to be with him anymore? His thoughts give him a headache and he lies down on his bed with a sigh. Running a hand through his hair, he began to think about something to do. Maybe he could go to your home? But what if she's not there? He thought to him self. He decided to text you, No I'll call. I want to hear her voice. With haste movements he picks up his phone and dials your number.

The phone rings for what seems like 3 seconds, Jimin becomes uneasy and sits up, "Please,Please pick up Kylimnida..."

It goes straight to voicemail. He calls again, voicemail.

Soon, an idea comes to mind. He decided to contact the person who would know your every move, even if she's in a completely different country, Karen.

Jimin put his mobile device to his ear quickly, knowing that Karen would pick up any minute then. Fortunately, Karen answered the phone after what seemed like a millisecond.

"This is Karen. The proud manager of the self produced, world renowned Ky—"

"Karen. It's me, Jimin..." He respectfully tried to cut her off.

"Oh," Her voice lowered through the phone, "I haven't heard from you in a while." She simply said. Her voice did not sound excited like it usually did.

"Yeah, So how's everything going in America? I bet the foods—"

"Jimin. Did you call for me, or Kylie?" Karen cuts right to the chase, not answering his question. If there's one thing to know about her, she's a business woman. There's no beating around the bush, and Jimin has a habit of doing that.