Bound by Fate

CHAPTER THREE

Jimin isn't sure he can remember ever having been so nervous before.

As he stands outside of Minji's shitty, closet sized apartment, he can't help but wonder if she'll even want to see him at all. She'd missed her last two shifts at the cafe, and has yet to answer any of the guy's texts.

She hasn't even been over to visit, and he has to admit that it stings. It feels as if she is shutting them out, something that the grey haired incubi doesn't like in the least. Oh, he knows that this is his fault, and that Minji would have every right in the world to cut ties if that's what she wants....

But he also knows that he can't let her go. Not now, not ever.

The others have all agreed that it might be best to give her some space, well, the others minus Jimin. It hadn't sat right with him, leaving her all alone after such a traumatizing experience.

But now, here he is, standing at her door like an idiot and trying to find the right words to convey his sincere regret.

Will she even listen to him? Will she even believe him?

To be honest, Jimin doesn't know.

But when the door opens before him, and Minji steps out looking as if she hasn't slept in days, Jimin realizes that he has to try anyway. No matter the outcome.

"Minji!" He exclaims, heart pounding in his ears despite his best attempts to calm down. "You haven't answered any of my calls, so I came to check on you..."

His voice trails off, escaping from him as she fixes him with a cold, dead stare. The look sends shivers down his spine, and causes his heart to nearly break in two. She looks as if she's been crying.

He suddenly wishes Yoongi had obliterated him.

Minji, still not ready to look Jimin in the face, steps back into her apartment. He scurries to the door just in time to stop her from slamming it in his face, and forces his way inside behind her.

"Get out." She demands.

Her voice is low, and raspy, dangerously angry as well.

But Jimin refuses to listen.

"I said get out!" Minji screams hysterically, "just leave me the fuck alone!"

He is forced to dodge as she begins to chuck things at him.

At first, she simply throws whatever is in reach. A book, a snow globe. At one point, she even throws the statuette he'd given to her last year for Christmas.

That's when Jimin knows he's in massive trouble.

"Minji, please, " he pleads, ducking as a pot goes sailing over his head. "Listen to me!"

"No!" She screams, eyes brightly burning with red-hot fury. "You listen! I've been in love with you for fucking ever asshat! I've stood by and watched you fuck everything and anything that moves, all the while hoping that someday, someday, you'd finally see me! But I'm done! I give up! So please, just go and leave me the fuck alone!"

A sharp pain pierces Jimin's heart.

He'd known about her feelings, even if she'd thought he hadn't. And he'd always noticed her, how could he not?

She's the reincarnation of the only woman he's ever loved.

He'd also been aware of how it must have looked to her, him constantly fucking around. But at the time, he'd thought that maybe it was for the best. He still hasn't forgotten how devastated he'd been when she died, the way his heart had shattered when she drew her last breath within his trembling arms.