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The hitchhiker {Jimin}

Happy Halloween my beautiful readers! 😽🖤🧡 hope you all have a scary day! It's night where I live and tomorrow is Halloween but oh well it's technically the day 😝🤷‍♀️ My first chapter to my Red Velvet Story is going to be up in the morning. These two stories are both for Halloween. Thank you for reading 👏 much appreciated.

Love ya bunches 🎃

// Jimin's POV //

Two hundred miles to go.

I've been driving all day, so my concentration is very limited. The worst part is, I'm almost out of gas. I pray to god that i make it home, because I'm too tired to deal with that.

Friday night was our last night in Paris. We landed in Japan Saturday morning. It's now a drilling Sunday evening, and the sun is just on the edge of the equator. This morning, I asked to hyungs if I could go take a solo walk and drive downtown Tokyo.

A solo walk is a code phrase for alone time. I love my members to my bones, but it's just scientifically proven that if you're around the same people for too long, you just tired of it. That's why I took a solo walk to Tokyo.

The hyungs are always hesitant about letting me go by myself, but they know I'm a grown man who can take care myself.

My head hurts from staring at the road too long, I'm always told if I get too tired on the wheel, then pull over.

So that's exactly what I did.

I laid down my eyes to rest, but it turned into my mind going astray and slowly drift away.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. I checked my phone and it's 11pm. My curfew is midnight but there is no way I'll make it back in time. I decided to be responsible and call RM hyung.

"Jiminie?" I heard him whimper. I probably woke him up.

"Hey hyung, I'm on the bypass of a highway thirty minutes from Tokyo. I have two hundred miles left, so I might not make it back in time for midnight."

"Ok, Thank you for telling me bud."

"Alright, I better get back on the road. Bye Hyung!"

"Bye Jimin, Love you."

"I love you too."

I hang up the phone and stretch my eyes before turning my car back on.

It wouldn't turn on.

I tried again, the again, and again. Nothing.

"Shit," I yell.

"Hey you alright?" I hear a muffled voice say.

I scream in shock and flinch back.

There was a person in all white standing at my passenger side window. He's a Japanese man, looks about mid 30s.

He doesn't look like a killer, but how do you really know what a killer looks like right?

It took me almost thirty seconds to finally have the courage to roll down my window and talk to him.

"You ok kid?"

He doesn't speak Japanese, which is really strange.

"Yes sir, thank you."

He looks unsure, not feeding into my lie he tried again, "are you sure? you've been on the side of the road for five hours. I passed you going to my parents house and when I drove back you were still there."