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Chapter 13

It had been a couple of weeks since the trip to Taehyung's holiday home. Jimin had tried his best to forget about what happened. To forget that the girl he liked had kissed his best friend hours before admitting she liked him.

How unfair it was.

After the early hours of the morning had passed, Jimin walked into the cafeteria to eat his lunch. It was always awkwardly quiet without y/n. She always managed to make someone laugh with her jokes. Yet, here they were, almost ignoring each other.

Jimin had wondered a few times as to why she wasn't in school anymore. It scared him in a way but he was all too used to keeping his emotions well out of reach.

He kept telling himself that she was fine and was simply taking time off school.

This lunch had seemed particularly tense, the boys involved, except Jimin, were all whispering to each other. Occasionally, they would glance at Jimin but they would always find him with his head hung low.

"Hey, Jimin. Did you have fun fucking y/n? I did, she's a good beat." Jungkook fooled, being encouraged by Suga and Tae.

Jimin shot out of his chair in anger, glaring at Jungkook.

"What the fuck was that? Tell me. Go on." Jimin hissed back whilst scrunching up the neck of Jungkook's sweatshirt.

"I said, your missing girl was an excellent fuck," Jungkook replied smugly.

Jimin let go of Jungkook's jumper to swing his clenched fist cross the younger boy's cheekbone. As Jungkook stumbled back, Jimin took his chance to lunge forward and hit him again. A crowd gathered as the boys continued to beat the life out of each other, however, Jin raced over to Jungkook to hold him back. Namjoon grabbed Jimin's arm as he yet again launched towards Jungkook.

After separating the boys for a few minutes, Jimin decided to leave the school.

With a bleeding nose and a loss of reality, Jimin walked through the school gates with his hands in his pockets, looking extremely hot. He leant up against the lampost based outside of the school grounds and phoned for a taxi to take him into the closest city, Seoul.

After a short car journey into the city, Jimin went window shopping, mostly because he couldn't currently afford the designer fashion Seoul had to offer and as the urge for food overcame him rather quickly, he decided to spend his ₩4000 on noodles- his all-time favourite.

The bell rung as Jimin entered a small noodle shop at the end of the road he was strolling down. He wandered up to the counter where a young man stood with an over-positive grin on his face.

"Hello, welcome to Kim's noodle bar. I'm Johnny, can I take your order?"

"Hi, can I have the Kim Special noodles please," Jimin replied, intimidated by the man's confidence.

Jimin stood around and waited for his meal, he perched himself at a table and took out his phone, noticing all the missed calls for Jhope and Jin.

He glanced up from his phone to see a familiar face at the corner of the restaurant. Although her face was the same, he couldn't but help notice her gaunt features and the faded look she wore. Y/n was definitely not ok. She was looking down at the table, almost scared of any eye contact. Jimin could see from just her arms that she had grown unhealthy thin, deathly thin.

He watched her with a blank face, unsure he could even recognise her anymore. Jimin climbed out of his seat and edged towards the girl.

"Y/n, is that you?" Jimin whispered to the quiet girl.

Her head shot up and a faint smile appeared, "I'm sorry." She stared blankly.

Jimin perched at the seat next to her, "you look like shit, are you okay? Who are you with?"

"You need to go and stop asking so many questions, trust me, go now." Y/n ushered, removing Jimin's arm which was wrapped around her.

"But, you don't look okay. Have been kidnapped or something?" Jimin chuckled but he stopped when he noticed the bruise on y/n's cheek. "Wait, I'm being serious now. Is everything ok? I'm not mad at you anymore, I just want you to be ok."

"Excuse me, what the fuck are you doing talking to my daughter?" A man grumbled.

"Your daughter?" Jimin huffed, completely baffled.

"Fuck off now before you regret it." He warned Jimin.

Jimin gazed into y/n's teary eyes and took a few steps back from the table, just on cue, his noodles were ready and Jimin sprinted out of the shop, straight to the boys.