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Chapter Eight: The Accident

Jimin's POV

What did I just do? What am I doing? What will Akaiya think of me? These were the only questions that I could process in my head. Only two I knew the answers too, but I only cared about one.

I kept running the rain blending seamlessly with the tears pouring down my face. I felt alone. Maybe that's what I deserve though. I'm not good enough for anyone, and I'm damn sure I'm not good enough for Akaiya.

She must hate me. She has to hate me.

"Sir are you ok?!" I heard a feminine voice yell to ask from the other size of the street.

I stopped running, and I slowly turned around to face the person. She was an old lady, probably in her late fifty's.

"Sir the weather is terrible. A fine young man like you shouldn't be out here!" She continued.

"It's not that bad!" I lied.

"Son, you're soaked. Please just come inside to my bakery." She insisted.

I thought about it while standing in the rain. I wanted to keep running but, I knew I couldn't run away from my problems. I knew I couldn't run away from the fact that Akaiya still hated me.

Akaiya's POV

I continued to drive in a car of silence, the only sound audible was the rain pounding against Jimin's car. I hadn't even known if I was going in the right direction but I didn't care. Tears swarmed my eyes and I couldn't see where I was going. The car smelled of him.

"Fuck, Jimin!" I yelled to myself pounding my hands against the steering wheel.

"Why hadn't you told me you felt this way!" I didn't know how to feel. I liked Jimin but, I was furious at him. How could he have been so selfish? We were suppose to have a drama free filled day! She pressed harder on the gas pedal in pure anger when she looked down at the hearing of her phone ringing. The caller ID read Taehyung's number but, while she was about to decline the call she hit something and her car swerved to the opposite side of the road.

Jimin's POV

I walked across the road as I heard the sound of a car's engine in the distance. I heard the sound get closer as if it was not to stop. As I looked in the direction of the car I was swept with pain throughout the entirety of my body. I lay flat on the cold, wet hard cement. I felt the warm sensation of blood on my face as it left from my head, while the rain washed it away.

"What have you done?!"

"I'm so sorry!"

"I shall call the police!"

"Please hurry! Sir I'm so sorry!"

I heard these voices say off in the distance. I assumed one of these voices to belong to the old lady but, the other sounded so familiar.

"Sir I'm so sor-" The familiar voice stopped. It sounded like the woman I loved but it couldn't have been.

"Jimin?" Through those words that expelled her lips, I known it had been her. Devastation arose through me, as the feeling slowly left through my body. The rain seemed as it had stopped pouring as the room lost color and faded into a.  Pitch. Black. Void.