A/N: I just realized that I haven't written a chapter in Jimin's P.O.V. for a hot minute. And I need a little more time to figure out where I want Ara'a character to go. I also plan to edit this chapter later. Thank you guys for over a hundred reads!!! It means so much to me.
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Jimin's P.O.V.
She just walked away. Right then and there underneath the street light. When I was able to see Ara's face it broke me into pieces.
After she ran off I'm frozen in my place until Jean came out.
"Jimin! Get back in here. Don't just think because I cover for you on somedays, you can just walk out and leave!" His cold words snap me out of my thoughts. I return back to my post in the diner. Customers come and go, some of the girls even leave their number on receipts.
Any other time I would put the number in my phone and called them if they weren't bad looking. For years I've played girls and gone nothing past a one night stand. I wasn't always that way. I've had my heart ripped and sewn and ripped again to many times.
My last girlfriend was the one who finally broke me. She knew where I practiced when I wasn't at school and she wanted me to teach her how to dance. Become like me. We had set a day aside that we were going to practice and I walk into the studio to find her making out with this guy in the storage closet.
What made it worse though, was that I knew the guy she was sucking faces with. It was Jungkook. Me and him don't talk about it much anymore, hell we don't even talk that much at all.
After my shift I decide not to go to the studio and just make a b-line home. While walking there I see girls on street corners being picked up by old guys in beat up sports cars. Druggies gather in the alley ways taking part in their daily transgressions.
As usual my parents aren't home. The door closes behind me with a click and I kick my shoes off by the front door. My backpack is hung on the banister of the stairs. Quickly I rummage through the kitchen cabinets for something quick to make.
I settle with a microwaveable bowl of ramen and some crackers. After it's heats I climb the stairs to my room. Even though no one's here I still feel the need to close my door.
While I'm eating on my bed I glance at my phone debating if I should text Min for Ara's phone number. As soon as the idea comes to mind I decide against it.
Out of the corner of my chocolate eyes I can see the bathroom. There's still bandages and bottles of rubbing alcohol on the sink. Scattered out around the sink is also drops of blood from when I doctored up her back.
No matter how many times she tells me I'm not the reason her back is in pieces, I can't believe her. Because it was my fault. I'm the one who pushed her against those mirrors when she was just trying to help me.
All the moments from the other night start to fill my thoughts. Everything from the way her lips felt against mine, to her shaking body when I mentioned a hospital. Unconsciously, my hand goes up to touch my lips. Every thought that runs through my head always brings me back to one statement that I still believe to be true: She's different.
I'm so used to girls falling at my heels, that Ara's personality caught me off guard. And that just lead to me being curious. However, being curious ended up with me hurting her. My parents always told me that my curiosity would be the death of me.
It also caused me to hurt her. And that thought makes my stomach ache and turn.
How can I be so stupid? I pushed her and tried to get her to be like the other girls.
"But I don't want her to be like them!" I yell and slam my injured hand on the sink. The pain is unbearable and I bite my lip holding back a whimper.
This feeling that I get in my stomach is new and weird. But it also feels familiar. A feeling I buried a long time ago. The thought of what it could be causes me to throw up.
"No, it can't be. No, no..."
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter bookworms. I'm dealing with some personal issues right now so I wrote as much as I could. Please don't forget to vote and comment if you have any feedback. Also remember that I try to post at least every Monday and sometimes during the middle of the week. See you next chapter!
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Fanfiction"You left that bruise on her wrist didn't you?" Jungkook spits his words in Jimin's face. "No. I'm not letting you run away again!" I rush up to her and grab at her wrist. "I don't know all of the things that he told you, Ara. But I can tell you on...
