I almost dropped my bag once I heard Jimin end the call. Even though three years have passed, I still remembered his voice. So if he's still alive, why isn't he showing himself to me?
I heard Jimin walk away which made me come out of my hiding place. Jimin approached me during our college entrance ceremony. He was a friendly and cheerful guy so we became close right away. In the three years that we've been friends, I have never noticed anything strange from him.
He would always accompany me home though, no matter how busy he was. And now that I remember it, he was carrying a knife and a taser inside his bag. I always thought that it was for self-defense since people mistake him for a fragile boy because of his soft features, but now that I know who he is, it makes sense why he's a extra attentive when it comes to me.
If it was the past me, I would've been angry because I don't want people to treat me like a weakling or something like that. But ever since that incident with Namjoon, I always felt that there's some people who's following me around. Who knew Jimin was actually keeping them in their lane.
I felt so conflicted on how to confront Jimin about this. Deep inside my mind, I'm happy that Namjoon is still alive, and that he cared for me, even though he's hiding from me. It made me want to see him. And so, I've made up my mind to slowly try and make Jimin lead me to Namjoon.
I waited for Jimin at our usual meeting place after class but he's been late for two hours already. He won't answer my calls nor reply to my messages. I sighed and continued waiting for him, then I suddenly felt somebody grab my shoulder which made me flinch in shock. I turned around and saw Jimin, with a scratched face and a bloody nose.
"J-Jimin?! What happened?", I asked in panic, pulling him with me to the university clinic. He wasn't replying and just let himself get dragged by me.
The nurse was surprised about Jimin's appearance and I had to make an excuse so I can treat the wounds immediately. He sat quietly while I was tending to his wounds. "Jimin, can you tell me what happened?", I asked and felt him hold my hand.
"I'm sorry Jin, I can't protect you anymore", he said to me in a sullen tone. "W-What are you talking about?", I asked, wasn't I supposed to be clueless about this? Why is he suddenly telling me things I shouldn't know about?
"Even though it was all a task, my intention of being your friend is genuine", he said. "And I always did my best to protect you", he added. "But now, they got ahold of someone dear to me", and then his eyes started welling up. "If... If something bad happens to him, I won't know how to live anymore".
"And since I couldn't protect him, I'm not strong enough to protect you anymore", Jimin said as he started to cry. I couldn't help but hug him. Even though he was a skilled underling, he's still human. It made me remember what the man who almost killed Namjoon said before
"Once you have someone to protect, you turn weak"
I guess, that applies to Jimin too. "I'm sorry Jimin", I said to him.
"I knew you were listening, I purposely let you know, because... they're threatening me now. They even cornered me awhile ago and I couldn't fight back", Jimin explained. I was drowing in the sea of worries when Jimin squeezed my hand
"So, I'm bringing you to boss", he suddenly said that fished me out of my thoughts, "What?!", I exclaimed. Alright I said I wanted to meet Namjoon but not right now. My heart isn't prepared.
After tending to Jimin's wounds, a car was already parked in front of the school gate. "Wait Jimin, I'm so confused", I said to him. "I brought up boss in the topic to purposely lead you to knowing how he is right now. I made sure that there's clues left for you to one day eavesdrop", he explained, just how much of these happenings were planned by Jimin?
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Namjin Oneshots & Drabbles
FanfictionOnce upon a time, Jinderella left his glass slipper at the staircase of a palace. Prince Namjoon took the glass slipper and went to find the owner but unfortunately, he dropped it and broke it to millions of pieces.. The End. Credits to my dear frie...