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fourteen

~kwon irene~

i smiled at jimin's question and nodded. "i would love that. but, that still doesn't help with my dad situation."

"you told me that i wouldn't let anyone hurt you, right?", i nodded as he continued, "i'm here now, and i'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

"we have a court case coming up in two weeks to see if he's guilty or not...well, obviously he's guilty, but that's besides the point. until then, i'm scared he'll see me with you. i'm scared of what'll he do." my voice cracked. great, now i sound like a baby.

he chuckled. "i'm here. it probably doesn't look like i'm that good at protecting somebody, but you're someone i'm not going to let get hurt. you're not getting taken away from me again."

my face grew hot at his words, though they probably didn't mean that much to him, they mean the world to me. "thank you jimin, really. it means a lot. i didn't have anybody after my moms de-um, passing. i only had yoongi, but that was only for a little bit." i wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug.

"irene, your dad won't hurt you, okay?" he said in my ear, his voice getting deep.

i nodded, not saying anything. "can we go home now?"

he pulled away and smiled sweetly. "of course."

we got back to the car and this time he drove.

"irene, is it okay if i stay the night? j-just to make sure you're dad doesn't storm in or anything." he said, voice cracking.

i laughed. "so much for a low profile. but, sure. you can stay."

i leaned my head against the window, and the last thing i saw was jimin fist bumping. what a dork.