If Only I Was A Little Braver | Park Jimin

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"you're dating Park Dowoon? woah wait- ow!" I rubbed my slapped arm, pouting at my mother.

"are you really my daughter?" my mother touched the tip of my nose, rolling her eyes.

she looked younger than me at that moment.

"i-i mean I get that you guys were good friends but him???" you gave a disgusted look.

"oh my god so if you're dating him then I'm dating Jimin then oh my god mum." your eyes widened.

only to earn another slap from your mother.

"listen to me." she glared at you, "your father will be the only guy that I would ever dedicate my whole life to. so stop with those assumptions."

after hearing that, I think we both noticed the way my eyes softened, and the way they teared up, as if today was the day I would never stop crying.

my mother cleared her throat, looking away.

"since you know that we are good friends, him helping me is the last thing you should be surprised of, Jae Eun." she smiles softly.

Jae's mouth fell open, speechless.

"...sure." was all I said, disappointed.

"I know what you're thinking of, Jae Eun. I know what happened the past five years. but things isn't as easy as it seems it is. there's so much more to it. besides, the last thing we want is to drag the younger generation into our problems." she grabs onto my hand.

but I couldn't find the warmth in it anymore.

my hands pulled away from her grip, I stood up, pulling my bag up and taking a few steps back, swallowing hardly.

"i-i think I'll visit you another day." I managed to say, almost choking on my own saliva.

and without another say, I walked out, slamming the door against the cold, luxurious, house.

I gripped tightly on the strap of my bag, my eyes watering as my veins rushed red.

sighing, I closed my eyes the moment I fell into the seat of my car.

what's happening?

the warm tears finally found the comfortable environment to escaping, I wasn't sad or anything.

I would never be able to be sad at meeting my mother.

I was upset.

what did the last thing we want is to drag the younger generation into this mean?

did she not realise how much things have changed?

was he manipulating my mother?

somehow, I knew he wasn't.

then what was actually going on?

my mind only lingered around one person, it hurts to think about how sick this whole situation is.

as if he could hear me, my phone rang, revealing his name.

my tears came down in more agitation as I let out an ugly laugh through my cries.

"where are you Jae?"

his voice was filled with concern, and that made me cover my mouth as I tried to breathe and cleared my throat, my voice shaking, "i-i..."

"are you crying?"

"Baby where are you? Jungkook called me and told me a bunch of crap and I'm worried as fuck so please tell me where you are."