The Angel's Touch | jhs.pjm

스물

"One should never ask
another of an event with
anger evident in their
voice."

March 6, 2019
Min Yoongi's Residence
12:00pm

Park Jimin's Point of View

"You better tell me the truth, or else we are done!" I shout at the relaxed Yoongi once I opened the door.

"What do you mean?" Yoongi shoots me an innocent, yet confused look, "What is this about, love?" He carefully stands up from his dull grey couch and stretches his arms above his head for a few seconds before walking towards me.

I shove my phone in front of his face, in which he compliantly takes the rectangular object in his hands and begins to examine the image that's being displayed on it, "Is this about your friend?"

"What happened on that night? What happened on January 1?" I hiss, a scowl forming on my face, "Are you not going to tell me anything?"

"Other than you got into an accident? Nothing. I know nothing about this incident," Yoongi gives me my phone back and walks straight into his kitchen.

"Yoongi! Tell me the truth!" I rush over to his side, pulling his arm, "What the fuck are you hiding from me?"

"If I say nothing, it literally means nothing. I do not have anything to hide from you and you know that," he gives me a frustrated sigh.

"Why are you not giving me a straight answer?" I shout as my grip tightens around his arm

"That stings! I already told you that I do not know anything!"

I close my eyes as my hands cover my ears, "I am sorry Jimin."

He sighs as he tries to give me a hug, "I am sorry, I should not have shouted at you. I am really sorry, love."

I push him away before quickly running out of his apartment as my tears blur my line of sight.

I get yelled on a lot, and today's no different. Though, why did I look more vulnerable now? Why did I cover my ears? Was it because I'm too tired to even listen to them yelling? Was it because of the fact that I can't accept his answer?

I need to know. I just have to.

Yoongi calls out for me with worry laced in his voice, his footsteps following after mine, "Jimin! Wait!"

I run and run and run as tons of people around me stare with shocked expressions on their faces while others take multiple pictures of the scene that is happening in front of them. A few constant whispers eventually turns into cold air, making the tip of my ears feel numb from the cold and my knees tremble with fear as I repeatedly tell myself that the situation that I am in is a mess.

That I too am a mess.