MY INNOCENCE 🌸 || p.jm ✔︎

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"Jimin." I stood frozen in my spot as he walked closer and closer to me.

"You're so beautiful, carrying my baby." He murmured, caressing my face. I unconsciously leaned into his touch, missing the feeling. "I miss you."

"I miss you too."

"Then why did you leave?" He mumbled loud enough for me to hear. I looked down as I felt a thick hot tear roll down my face.

He cupped my face, making me look back up at him. Seeing him from afar and on a screen is different, but seeing him up close like this, mixes my emotion to a state I can't handle.

Emily

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just to the guest house." He sighed, dragging me along.

"You don't have to pull me, I'm not a kid." I sassed.

"Whatever, you're 18." I snatched my arm away.

"But I seen more shit then most my age or older have seen, maybe even you." He looked at me with a bored look.

"Shut up and get in the house."

"You're not the boss of me."

"Cute. Now go." I rolled my eyes while bumping past him, entering the house but making sure to slam the door in his face.

Angel

"I can't tell you that?" I pulled away, walking to the other side of the room.

"Why?" He asked following closely behind me.

"Where's Emily?"

"Don't change the subject." I huffed, crossing my arms and glaring at him. "In the guest house with Yoongi now can you please tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Nothing is going on, I'm just taking care of a few things."

"What things?"

"Jimin."

"What!? You leave for six months, leave all these clues and shit behind and now you're skipping around the issue, I want to know what the hell is going on." I remained silent, trying to look anywhere but him. "You're going to tell me, one way or another and trust me, I got all night."

Emily

"So Emily, what's going on, why are you running?" He asked reclining in the seat.

"Why do you need to know." I sat on the couch opposite from him, shooting daggers his way.

"Because I consider Angel, a close friend, maybe even a little sister and if she's in danger, I need to know, we all do."

"Well she's not so you have nothing to worry about." I sighed.

"I can get you to talk."

"Like you got Brian to talk?" I scoffed.

"Who's Brian?"

"The guy you killed today." I spat.

"Was he your lover?" He smirked.

"Hell no. He was obsessed with Angel, I won't shed a tear, but you're wasting your time trying to get answers out of me. You might as well kill me too." He looked at me, amusingly.

"How many of you are there?"

"Hundreds, all saved by Angel. We owe everything to her and we rather die than break her trust."

"You think we're a danger? Her husband?"

"Doesn't matter who you are, we don't talk unless she tell us too."