it all started with a crime || Jikook ✔️

Oops

-Jimin's POV-

I opened my eyes, only to find hair in front of me. I backed away alittle, then I realized that Jungkook and I are cuddling.

wait WHAT?!

How? When did this even happen?

Did we....do anything last night?...

I frantically looked at my body. Fewh. My clothes are still on

I looked at Jungkook, who was sleeping. He had his arms wrapped around my waist, with his face cuddled in my neck. It was an awkward yet cute position. Wait what am I saying?

"Jungkook." I tried to wake him up, but nothing seemed to work. I signed, knowing he wasn't gonna wake up any time soon. But then I suddenly felt him slightly move. I froze. He slowly opened his eyes, meeting mine. "Morning." He casually said.

"M-morning..?" I said. Although I wasn't sure if this was weird or weird. We stayed in our position for a while until he spoke up. "Listen. I bought you here cuz it was raining heavily yesterday. Don't feel special." He said sternly. He stood up from out position and I pouted slightly. I kinda found our position comfortable but chose to stay silent.

"Why? You disappointed?" He said while smirking. I frowned and stuck out my tongue at him. "Never." I spat out. He stood up and was about to go back to fulfill whatever duty he was given. I stood up and ran to him to hold his wrist and stopped him.

"Get me out of here." I commanded. He turned around to face me, and held my hand that was on his wrist. "Listen Little One. I know you don't want to be here, but you have to. You have shot many innocent people to death and that is unacceptable."

My head fell and I looked at the ground. I can't believe they still think I did it. "Please...." My voice trailed as I tried not to cry. He signed and held my chin up to look at my eyes. He held my cheek with his right hand and the other hand on my hair, caressing it carefully. He looked at me for a while then said, "I'm sorry. I can't."

He was about to leave when I stopped him again. "I can't believe you guys still think I did it. DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M PARK JIMIN. THE INNOCENT HUMAN BEING EVERYONE KNOWS. IF MY PARENTS WERE HERE THEY WOULD-"

"Where are your parents kid? They aren't here right? They're probably back home worried sick about you. So please stop screaming and whining and maybe we'll consider making them pay you a visit-"

"My parents are dead."

He paused in his tracks. He looked at me, eyes filled with sympathy and pity. I don't like people having pity on me. I left him standing there, shocked, as I sat back in my cell, bawling my eyes out.

-Jk's POV-

I froze. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't believe what I heard. All that time we though that his parents were alive, and we were teasing him for it. I felt so bad for him. I felt horrible. I ran to his cell only to find him crawled in the corner, crying.

I felt pity towards him. If only we knew. Maybe, just maybe, he isn't a murderer as we all thought...