We were reckless.
How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs?
We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin.
And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
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My dad showed up one last time.
He wanted to see me one last time.
Six police officers escorted him.
I tried to pull all my strength and dignity I had despite the baggy eyes, limp hair, and yellow skin.
"Goose."
I bit my lip. "What?" I pretended not to understand.
"I always called 'goose' when you were little," my dad said. He wore simple slacks and a prison jacket. "Looks like you're going to finally spread your wings an fly like I told you you'd always do one day. Your brother will take good care of you."
He was my dad.
He is my dad.
I might never see him again.
But I didn't care at the time.
"Fuck you," was all I said before leaving the room.
