Destiny.

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-Jungkook's POV-

It was raining.

It was raining, which means that something bad's gonna happen. Which means that the sky that knows the future is crying.

Jimin didn't come back yesterday.

I waited for him the whole night. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. I kept waiting for him while everyone was sleeping. It's 3am, I still haven't slept.

While some are living a better life in their dreams now, others living it between the arms of their love, laying in an unknown forest to them next to the lake, watching the shining stars in the dark sky and enjoying only each other's presence in the quiet night, there's me, who's waiting for his lover to show up in the middle of the night and not getting out because my mother won't let me.

Such a coward.

He's coming tomorrow Jungkook, he's just busy.

He's okay Jungkook, he's okay.

That's what I kept telling myself for four hours, closing my eyes and bitterly smiling. But everytime I close them, I can't help but think of the worst happening to my happy and fluffy Jimin, without me being there for him.

I called him 19 times, missed calls of fucking course. I sent him bunches of messages, but he always won't answer them, he doesn't even read them. I will be lying if I said that I'm not worried, I'm so fucking scared, so fucking anxious.

What ifs kept playing in my mind, making me slap myself in frustration. I took my phone and headphones from the night stand, then put on the first music on my playlist, closing my eyes and letting a huge sigh out.

Maybe like that I'm gonna sleep.

Baby it's 3am. Had you on my mind and it's not the first time we've gone throught this.

Great.

I throwed my phone on the floor and pressed my face against the pillow, silently hoping if Jimin could show up anytime and stay safe next to me.

[...]

"Class dissmissed. Please everyone get out of the class." Mr.Isabel recalled then made his way out.

I focused a little, but only a little. First because this subject and I don't really get along, and 99% because I kept thinking about Jimin.

What if he's crying now waiting for me to come save him?

And that's why I hurried out of the school to get greeted by the cold breeze and water drops falling all over me. I cursed mentally for not bringing an umbrella then put on my hood.

I'm going to find Jimin. I'm going to find you baby.

-Jimin's POV-

My father's not sober anymore, I'm not surprised thought. He'd always drink a lot of bottles of beer in the day, the double of it in the afternoon.

I got out of the room, after having a cold shower, wearing my clothes and wipping off my tears even if he's not gonna care anyways. He was laying on the mattress, head down and legs up, green glass bottles of Soju throwed on the floor and its smell all over the place. I rolled my eyes at the sight and opened the door.