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"I was supposed to leave after the first time," He whispered.
//
"You look so beautiful,"He mutters.
Your sleeping body pressed against your pillow. Face slightly squished as your lips parted. His small short chubby fingers traced along your bare skin.
Today was your 3 month anniversary. Jimin was never the type to celebrate monthly anniversary's but yet here he was. Looking down at your naked tired body whilst he was fully clothed- preparing himself to depart from your home at 5 AM just to go pick up your gift. Jimin feels the cold nip at your skin as a lowly moan and shudder. He raises the thick blanket over your body.
"I'll travel safe - when you wake up,I'll be back for you."
Jimin kisses your forehead."I promise."
//
"My original plan was to go and fetch your gift and be back the second you opened your eyes," He says.
Your eyes brow furrow as you remember the painful memory. Never in your entire life have you ever felt so pathetic. The night before - you'd have given yourself to him.
When you woke up - he wasn't there.
"I waited for you, "You mumbled.
That was one of the first times you woke up without Jimin.
With the hope that he'll come back. The sun rose - and the sunset. And yet he was still nowhere to see.
//
The music played softly in the background and Jimin drove the car - your presentation was so far away,at least a one and half hour drive. He was sure that if he left as early as this. He would be back in time before you'd even realize that he was gone.
The city lights were bright and his window was wide open. There were barely any cars left and the silence of the place was deafening. If only you were a morning person.
He knew you would love something like this.
Jimin continues to think about the night before and a smile easily crept onto his face. He loved it every single moment. A loud crack catches his attention but his grips the steering wheel immediately as he realized an object placed onto his temple.
A gun.
The man clicks his tongue repeatedly.
"Park Jimin."
//
"A gun? And you didn't even bother to tell me?"You raise your voice."Jimin Dad would've helped you. You know this."
