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C H A P T E R  N I N E

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C H A P T E R N I N E

abandoned  building

11  pm









I looked at Jimin with wide eyes, and he did the same. His arm was still pushing my body back, but slowly dropped.

"What the hell was that?" He pondered, pretending as if he didn't know where it came from. I narrowed my eyes at him, pushing his body to the side.

"Stop messing with me asshole." I hissed, causing him to jump towards me.

"I swear on my mothers grave i'm not playing around." He defended himself. I didn't know whether to believe him or not. I mean, he did swear on his mothers grave, but I thought he hated his mother..

"L-Let's just leave then." I muttered, looking up at him to make sure he was on board with the plan. He pressed his teeth together in a nervous matter.

"What." trembled, quickly glancing at his expression and back at the door.

"The door wont open." He wriggled the doorknob, looking back at me.

"You look like you're barely trying." I criticized his strength.

Jimin raised his brows, leading his hand out. "Why doesn't wonder woman herself try it then." Hevaguely offered.

I gave him an angry glare before pulling at the door myself. Damn, he wasn't lying at all. To my surprise, the door was actually jammed shut. I started to curse under my breath, while pacing back and forth.

"Shit, this isn't good." I panicked, letting my head drop into my hands.

"I know, it could be anywh-

"I can't believe i'm stuck here with you." I whined in a teary voice. His mouth gaped open, as an offended look took over his face.

"That's your biggest concern?" He scoffed.

I slowly peeked at his face from under my hands. I knew I scored a point in pissing him off. "I mean, isn't that your biggest concern as well?" I pretended to be clueless as he leaned on the door, continuing to glare at me. Just as he was about to speak, the door flew open, leaving him on his back. I covered my mouth, watching him groan in pain as he rolled on his side. I made sure I didn't laugh, because if I did, it'd be game over for me. I ran over, and knelt down beside him.

"A-Are you okay?" I asked, awkwardly tapping him on his shoulder.

"No." He grunted, rubbing the back of his head with his palm. He stood on his feet, glaring around the room. "That was me you bastard." He cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting into thin air.

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