"Do you remember me?" She asked, certain he remembers her.
"Don't go near me." He warned.
"Why?" Questioning his sudden words of a warning.
"Because I'm bad and there is a reason why I'm behind these bars."
⍣ A Jimin fanfiction with crimes, romanc...
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OVER AT HOSEOK'S HOUSE, he stared at his phone screen one more time as he wonder what happened to his best friend.
The way they were talking normally until he realised she had started to cry.
'I wonder what happened to her.' He thought as he shook it away and placed it back on the table next to the couch.
He was just snuggled against his blankets watching some cartoons he used to watch when he knew it was time to check the news.
His eyes widened as soon as he heard that a boy was killed who was apparently around his age along with the criminal looking straight at the screen.
That was when he decided to dial his best friend and tell her all about it but it didn't turned out right.
Now that his best friend is on his way, he had no choice but to rush back upstairs carrying his heavy blanket and to get everything prepared.
He only ate a small bar for breakfast and that was it.
Just as he was about to go downstairs after changing his clothes, a small ding dong frightened the poor boy.
She was already there.
Before answering the door, he quickly relieved himself and opened the door to see a red puffy Yeon.
Hoseok was about to open his mouth to talk but she was fast enough to enter his household before he could.
Walking behind her, he watched her make her way towards the living room sitting down on one of the small single couch that was next to the bigger couch.
The distance from one small single couch to the another was quite short so he sat himself down opposite hers.
During the silence, her head was literally down looking at her lap with a thinking Hoseok to what to say to cut the silence.
Of course her best friend knows what's up since they know each other really well.
He knows that something is bothering her and he wants to find out what.
"What's wrong?" He asked after a few minutes of wondering what to say.
The girl didn't respond as she fiddled with her fingers probably debating whether or not to say despite trusting him so much that she would tell him all her secrets.
