What Love? // p.jm ✔️

// Chapter 16 \\

Eventually the doctor came and explained to Jimin and I that the damage to my head would have been significant if I wasn't admitted to the hospital as early as I was.

I could be lost all of my memories, once again.

"You're very lucky to be alive."

The doctor's words reverberated through my mind.

I tried to push that fact aside. I'm here now, and that's all that matters.

My whole body ached, especially my head but thankfully I would be discharged tomorrow, prescribed with painkillers and the like.

I can't wait to have these bandages off my head.

The one good thing that came from this is Nayeon being fired. While I was unconscious, Jimin forcefully kicked Nayeon out of his apartment, which made me ecstatic.

I hoped Nayeon would stay away from Jimin after this incident, have it knock some god damn sense into her.

"We're filing a restraining order love. Nayeon won't be coming near you or me again."

I smiled in agreement, knowing just how much this man cared for me, even if we only realized that in just a short amount of time. I guess love has no limits, or time, and it's not just for the moment.

I noticed Jimin looked restless, like he had been waiting for me to wake up.

"Come here." I scooted over to make whatever room I could for him, and he lied down beside me without a word.

Instinctively one arm was secured around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and the other lay at his side. Jimin's face was buried in the crook of my neck, and already I could hear light snores coming from him.

How adorable. He really was tired, huh?

I gently kissed him on the forehead and fell into my own slumber, excited to leave the grim hospital tomorrow.

// 8:00 am \\

The morning sunlight shone brightly through the car. Green scenery passed us by as Jimin drove me home. It was decided to finally introduce Jimin to both my mother and sister as my boyfriend - I had this sickening pit feeling they wouldn't approve, given the past incident from when we were children, but I didn't care. I'm a full-grown adult that can make my own decisions, and no one can change how I feel about this stupidly cute mochi that I love.

The only problem is...I hadn't asked for either my mother or Seoyeon to be informed about my injury. They're probably worried to death, and I felt extremely guilty about it.

I am so fucking dead when I get home.

I tried to keep my breathing in check as we inched closer to my home. I'll never see the light of day again.

Jimin parked in front of my house, and looked to me with a faint smile of encouragement.

"I'll be right here with you babygirl, you won't have to worry about anything. I'll do all the talking." Jimin reassured me, leaning in to kiss me. I let his lips glide against mine skillfully, the tender kiss filled entirely with love and care. As we pulled apart, a small string of saliva connected to both of our mouths, and I giggled at the sight.

Finally, we got out of the car walking hand in hand to the doorstep. I exhaled deeply as I reached into my purse for my keys and opened the door as quietly as I could. I led Jimin inside and closed the door behind him, locking it as well.

I called out, "Hello? Mom? Seoyeon? Are you home?" The house was eerily quiet, too quiet. Jimin walked around a bit while I tried to find Seoyeon and my mother, checking every room on the first floor. I was about to run upstairs when Jimin called me over.

"Ara! Come here!" Jimin gasped, and I ran over to him.

"What's wro-" I froze in my tracks when I noticed the kitchen was completely thrashed - broken shards of plates, cups, every thing turned upside down. My heart ripped to shreds as I analyzed the scene before me.

On the wall in front of us, in red lipstick wrote;

"If you ever want to see your sister and mother again, give me my Jimin or they die."

Unlike me, Jimin looked pissed, and took out his cell phone and dialed a number, waiting for whoever to answer. I fell to my knees and started weeping uncontrollably into my palms, hands covering my face. I had no words. Nothing could describe the pain that I felt in this very moment. All of my emotions poured out into the salty tears that I shed. Jimin dropped down and pulled me into a tight embrace, comforting me as he rubbed small circles into my back, phone still in his other hand.

I blocked out the whole conversation going on as Jimin soothed me. I was in my own turmoil. Nayeon will resort to anything for Jimin... It's that bad huh? I can be worse.

I won't let you hurt my only family, whore.