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C H A P T E R T E N
ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ
12 ᴀᴍ
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"What did you just say?"
Hoseok looked over at me, wondering why I was freaked out. "Uh, Aurelia or some shit like that."
My face went red, but it's a good thing it was getting late so no one would see me. I scooted closer to him, not able to believe the words that came out of his mouth.
"When did he tell you that?"
"Some time before he left." He estimated, not entirely sure when Jimin spilt his feelings.
"And you're one hundred percent sure?" I asked, holding my knees together.
"Mhm." He nodded, then turned back to have a conversation with his girlfriend. I quickly grabbed my things, running down the stairs.
For those of you who are confused, Brooke knows Rae's real name, but she just wasn't listening to their conversation (:
"Where is she going?" Brooke mumbled, asking Hoseok who just shrugged.
"Maybe she has somewhere to be." He assumed, grabbing another beer from the cooler.
I put my jacket on, breathing out the cold smoky air. He had to have gotten the names mixed up. There's no way he would've told Hoseok my real name.
"Taxi." I yelled out, stepping on the sidewalk as the yellow car came forward. I showed him the address, and sat back anxiously. Jimin had to be home by now, unless he's out drinking.
I payed the man, before jumping out of the car and lightly shutting the door. My parents think I'm spending the night at Brooke's house, so it would seem odd if they saw me stepping out of a taxi in the middle of the night. I ran up the steps to Jimin's house, even though there was no sign of his car in the driveway.
I rang on the door bell a couple times, stepping back from the door way. I saw the dark hallway light up, and footsteps coming closer and closer. To my disappointment, it was his mother, not him.
She had a tall wine glass in her left hand, and a remote in her right hand. She looked me up and down, before raising her brows.
"Yes?" She asked impatiently. I knew she hated my mother, but I didn't think she had a problem with me. Maybe it was because I was at her door in the middle of the night.
"Is Jimin home?" I asked, knowing that would sound suspicious, but I didn't really care at this point.
She pushed the door open, letting me walk inside. The house, as usual, smelt like a mixture of vodka, cigarettes, and way too many lit candles. She sat on the grey couch, while I sat across from her.
