addictive game ⇢ k.th ✔️

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-- just a quick heads up -- i know jimin doesn't have this type of personality. i'm putting it in for the story so if he's your bias sorry <3.

"What?" He paused with his eyes widening. "Just him?"

"Yeah- is there anything wrong with that Jimin?" I said pushing my hands into the bed further and further, the bed sinking down.

"Actual- no there's nothing wrong. I just thought we'd all be going" He stood up walking to a stool next to a desk and sitting down on it. "not just Taehyung. I mean it would have been nice if we all went."

"Well, he's going first and then they might come back to see all of us and not just him in the end," I explained to him softly.

"So then what are we going to do while Taehyung and Y/N are off seeing each other?" Jimin looked at his feet as he kicked them back and forth between the bottom of the stool.

"I think the police are calling us in. Well according to Namjoon anyways, he said something along the lines of 'I got a call from the main director of the police case. He said something about he needed Jimins point of view and who he saw since the files got lost.'"

"So they lost all my files? And I'm going to have to do all of that stupid questioning all again?" Jimin groaned, almost sounding like a soft moan as he threw his head back, his hair gravitating back. Then to throw it forward again with his hair spring back flowing all over his forehead. "You have to be kidding me, that took up half of my goddamn life span!" He stomped his feet against the ground like a child, whining with his lips pouted.

This made me chuckle. "I ought to be going huh?" I stood up. Putting my hands against my knees to slightly push me up.

"That's okay." Jimin nodded slightly. "I guess I should go get some more food whilst you're at it."

"Before I leave, are you sure you're okay? You don't need to talk about anything else, do you?" Jimin shook his head to my question. "And if you ever need to talk to someone you'll come to me. Or you can talk to someone else. Just as long as you don't bottle it up inside, because that is ever good okay?" I questioned him as he looked at me.

"Yes, Mum." He chuckled. "Now shoo!" I looked at him smiling and then walking out. I shut the door behind me slightly twitching my head to the side as I said, "That was a bit odd huh?"

Sangwoo's POV

Its hard to move on, it really is. Everything is going downhill, where did she go? Where did Seokkwan go? Why did they leave me and my son alone? Will he leave me too?
It has been really hard for us these past few weeks. It's so close to Christmas as well. It's very very hard just to stay with your head up high. When you know you'll never see somebody again. It hurts, maybe you can relate? Maybe you can understand where I'm coming from? Have you ever lost a close friend or they've moved away to a different place? If you can, you know how hard it is.

Now just multiply that pain by 9000. That's how hard it is. The funeral had been and gone, their poor family. They looked sick, all dressed so solemnly. With pale yet red puffy faces. It. Hurt. As you think it would. As it happened so fast, you couldn't even recap on what happened because it was just happening so fast, right before your eyes.
The police are still undecided on who committed the kidnapping. I really hope those kids keep their mouths shut. I really hope so. School is closed for the holidays in a few days, so I'll have to plan ahead to keep my kid entertained.

I shuffled my feet against the carpet whilst sitting, throwing my head back with a long sigh. My stomach made a loud rumbling sound as I flung my head back forward. I stood up walking towards the fridge, my fingers wrapped around the handles and then opened the fridge. Nothing. I hadn't been shopping.