dahyun
"stop, that fucking hurts!" jimin yelled as i applied some rubbing alcohol on his wound.
it was later that night when we were back at his house. jimin sat on a chair as i was crouched in front of him, holding onto his arm. treating his wounds was the least i could do. he had a huge cut running across his arm, no wonder he was crying like a baby.
"dahyun!" he yelled again after i tried to apply some gel. i looked at him, growing impatient.
"i'm trying, okay!" i shouted, looking at him annoyed. he rolled his eyes, not paying any attention to me. he was calm for a few seconds before he started yelling again.
"this wouldn't have happened if you just stayed inside the house!" he snapped at me.
i widened my eyes and looked at him with disbelief, "well, clearly i wouldn't have run away if you hadn't upset me! you should have told the truth about everything!"
jimin grumbled, knowing i was right. he rested his head on his hand, looking away stubbornly.
it was quiet for a bit, i continued treating his wounds without saying a word. i looked up at him and said, "by the way...thank you...for saving me."
when i said this, jimin finally looked at me in the eye. we stared at each other for a few moments, making me blush a little. i looked away, intimidated by his stare.
he leaned a little towards me and uttered quietly, "you're welcome."
i peered up for a second but quickly looked back down. i didn't catch the way jimin was staring at me. i was too busy trying to not blush.
my mind started drifting off as i looked at his wound. people keep getting hurt because of me. this was what rose was talking about.
i sighed, looking at him and said, "you know what...you were right. this is my fault. more and more people around me are getting hurt. rose's right...we have to stop everything. i know we both have a rough past and want to fix things, but i think it's time we forget about it."
jimin smiled a little. i looked at him weirdly, wondering why he was smiling.
"what?" i asked questionably.
"did you see the 'votty' written on his back?" he said in a relaxed tone of voice.
my eyes widened. "w-what? you know about votty?"
he kept smiling as he pointed his finger towards the other direction. i peered over to see a worn-out looking book casually sitting on a table near the kitchen. my mum's book.
"you read it?" i asked, raising an eyebrow as i looked back at him.
"even chapters, right?"
i blinked, not believing what he was saying. "but...how did you know? my mum said-"
"your mum said not to take me with you. i get it. but she doesn't get that this is my investigation too."
i stayed quiet, looking at him. he continued, "i know all about your dad's gang called votty and that scary kami forest. that's why i was so keen on winning that fight with the dude. they were the reason my parents died that day."
"oh..." i said blankly, looking into nowhere.
"now we know that the votty gang is real, we need to find real proof. i bet your mum wrote all these clues so it could lead us to the real killer."
i nodded, saying, "i thought that too. wait, you didn't read the last chapter yet?"
"because i know you didn't read it yet. that's why i stopped reading after chapter six."
