Home Away From Home; Vmin

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I said no killinggggg leave the pitchforks behind. And this chapter was rushed. And poorly put together. And jumps a lot from different characters. I hope you're satisfied. And don't want to kill me anymore after this.

Third Person

Jimin couldn't see clearly, his vision was blurred and he was trying to climb into his truck to race down to the train station. He was fighting against the grabbing arms of his friends and coworkers telling him he wasn't in the right state to drive. In reality they didn't want him to go and be upset since the boys had left early in the morning. At one point Sehun got a proper grip around the youngers waist and pulled him to his chest. "Jimin, it's not safe to drive right now. You're not okay." He truly cared about the boy and didn't want something happening to him while driving down the road. He could just swerve off and none of them would know. So they confiscated his keys and made him stay in the house. He refused to speak to anyone at the moment and wallowed in his own thoughts. He got excited whenever he heard the engine of a car, thinking that it was the younger coming back from playing some sick joke to yell out, "I'm back, Park! Did ya miss me?" To which he would reply with a slap, a sob and finally a nod.

That didn't happen though. Instead he sat on the couch, knees against his chest and Sehun refusing to leave his side. He slowly looked at the older and leaned against him. Sehun had been surprised but wrapped an arm around him. "I wanna see him Hyung..." they stayed silent for a moment after that and felt a slow nod, "I know Jimin." Silence enveloped the two for a little bit. They sat like that for a while till Jimin sat up and glanced around the room. "I want you to come with me to find him."

The olders eyes widened. "B-But him and Ms. Kim live in a undisclosed area. No one knows where they live and we don't know where he applied! We'll just be searching a huge ass city forever." Jimin shook his head, "No we go to their company." He looked so proud of himself for coming up with the idea that Sehun almost didn't want to break his spirit. "They have tons of buildings Jimin. And they never go to any of them for the sole purpose of the threats of attacks from people. We won't find them. And Ms. Kim surely won't tell the public which school her son is going to so that he won't get harassed by the paparazzi or fan girls."

Jimin pouted and tears pooled in the corners of his eyes again. He felt hopeless. And not special in anyway to the boy that left him. If he was special why didn't he tell him or let him see him off? Why'd he have to get a letter telling him bye and a stupid fucking ring that had no purpose except to remind him of the boy he fell so deeply in love with. He wanted nothing to do with it but also everything to do with it. It was special but god damn annoying to have. He wanted the boy not the ring. And he was going to get him one way or another.

"Sehun. Pack your mother fucking bags. We're leaving this shithole."

"Hey!" Came a worn out voice from the next room of a little old lady.

"Sorry Shin I meant no offence!" He shouted back and ran out of the house with his coworker on his heels.

Shin sat in her chair smiling sadly and whispered to herself, "You are the one Jimin... The one that deserves my boy."

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Taehyung sat in the limo with his mother and brother, looking out the window, a long tan hand covering his mouth. He'd just gotten off of the train and was met by his mother and her body guards. Somehow the press had gotten news that he was coming home even though he himself only learned about it the day before. There was of course another mole in the company who had heard his mother speaking about it and alerted the press. Russel, the head guard, would surely find out who and fire them on the spot so he wouldn't have to worry much. Right now though it was time to speak to the woman who had raised him since he was just a wee boy. She had questions.