Fabulous Fifteen (An Elite Eight Story #5)

The Real Player

Jimin wandered what looked like a woodsy area in a place he did not know the name of on bare feet. He had removed his shoes while flying days ago. He had had no reason for doing so.

"The woods' floor is cold on my soles but somehow satisfying." He commented looking ahead and walking forward. It was something like afternoon where the sun stood in the centre of the sky. The air was not cool but almost freezing, icy. All he had to keep himself warm was the thin T-shirt and shorts that he had left in. They were not much so he was currently hugging himself at the arms for warmth. Trembling with every step.

"Where exactly am I?" He asked not bothering to look around. For most of his running away he had been flying, chasing a star until it disappeared along with the night. After the star had been lost he had been flying for no reason with little to no thought. In a word his escapade so far had been reflective. But without reflection.

"M-maybe I should reflect." He said stopping when he reached the edge of the woods. Below were more trees. He could feel that there was life down there in them. Maybe a bird or several and a few wolves. There would be plenty for him to eat. So far he had been living off of the remains of an innocent dear he had murdered. He was not usually the type to kill animals but when he had arrived here he had been hungry after flying for days without even a drink of water. He had drunk from the streams without permission from the animals to quench his thirst after devouring the dead animal. It had made him feel like an invader. Animals lived in places like these to feel safe and free away from humans. It was not right of him to do what he was doing.

Jimin sighed looking at the line between the sky and the tips of the trees. "Why am I here?" What an appropriate question. He did not have the answer for it. Where even was here? It was far from home. What was home? An image of him and his friends at his sweet sixteen came to mind and then one of Perrie. Afterwards pictures of his brothers came to mind then Leigh-Anne. Following that was Jesy and then Ray Ray. Single pictures of the family he had found upon coming to the surface flooded his mind.

He wiped frustrated tears from his eyes. He knew why he had come here. He had come in hopes of escaping the pain. But alas, it followed him. Home was not the problem. His family was not the problem. He was. He needed to do something quick before he ended up dying.

"But what?" Jimin questioned. No one was here to answer him. Lenny often told him that it was all up to him to free himself from depression. The psychologist had once prescribed medicine to help him but Jimin felt like they did not help and so stopped taking them. It really was up to him to save himself. "So . . . difficult." He whispered.

The young man fell backwards onto his back with his arms stretched open to face upward at the sky. "Maybe the answer . . . will come . . . maybe it will. I am blank now but staring may help." He looked at the birds above him making circles in the sky. Making so many circles . . . he hated that shape.

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Leigh parked her car outside the airport where Jesy would leave Los Angeles to go to England.

"And we're here." Leigh-Anne said. She was wearing sunglasses and her 'Yoong-Anne' cap. She had been given two hours of lunch break by Jin and the others so decided to drive her girl to the airport. "Are you ready to go see Pez? To rescue her from her agony?" She asked wearing a cheery smile.

Jesy giggled. "So cheesy. Yes I'm ready." She opened her door and Leigh did the same to her own. They met at the front of the vehicle. "Enjoy the rest of your day at work you hear?" She said hugging Leigh tightly.

"I will." Leigh released Jesy then kissed her on the lips. "And you do well with Pez. I know you will so I don't need to say anything." She bounced a little after she said that.