Past of Ashes. [DRAMA AU] X Reader

Ch. 17: Mind Games. 18+

[Warning: This chapter contains highly sensitive material that may not be suitable for sensitive viewers. It contains: Violence, guns, sexual content, strong language, blood, and crude humor. If any of this offends you, do not read on.]
**(Please note that all portrayals of Bangtan in this story, do not reflect real world views. Do not take any of this seriously. It is all merely a work of fiction.)

[Jimin's P.O.V.]

As I watch y/n retreat inside of her house and shut the door, I hesitated to leave. I sat there momentarily with my arms resting on the top of my steering wheel. My mind started to wander. Part of me didn't feel comfortable about leaving her by herself. I had half a mind to get out of my car, walk up to her door, and demand to stay with her. But as we mentioned before, I had no idea when her Boyfriend would be home. I couldn't get caught in his home, alone with his girl. As much as I wanted to have another chance at kissing her, it really was best that I left. Bemused and torn, I start the engine of my car and put it in reverse.

"Alright. I suppose I should get going before I'm pegged as a creeper."

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[Author's P.O.V.]

He backed his car out of the driveway and drove down the street before he had any second thoughts about staying behind. It was quite a strenuous drive back to his home, but he didn't mind all that much. It gave him some time to think and definitively time to reflect.

Eventually, he arrived at his destination without any overlying problems. He parked his car and went through the gate, locking it back behind him. Jimin slipped a hand into his jeans pocket to search for his house key. He didn't find it at first, so he scoured all over checking in every pocket he could think of until he finally found it. He opened his door and went inside, making sure to lock it as well. Jimin paused to look around the area of his house.

Hm. It seems so empty now without y/n here.

"Ugh. What is my problem? She already has someone else. I'll only bring her pain and heartbreak. It looks like she has a decent guy who takes care of her. That's all I can really hope for. Even if I am a bit jealous." He mumbled in a whiny tone, but no one was here to listen to his selfish complaints. He slipped his shoes off and took off his jacket, hanging it up on a coat rack near the front door.

(Yes... he does have a classic, cliché, troupe item in his house. What- did you think those were only for decoration?)
Jimin strolled over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and opened the lid. He took a sip of the beverage and began to head to his bedroom. But there was a knock at the door which made him freeze. Jimin slowly turned half of his body to glance at the front door with suspicion.