abandoned | pjm

twenty eight.

your pov

My mind kept wondering who his roommate was. It could've been anyone, maybe his girlfriend? He never mentioned anything about a girlfriend so he might or might not have one.

The car came to a halt as I stared out the window, looking at a park. "This isn't where I live, but this is a place I go to clear my mind," Jimin said, stepping out of the car. "It might be cliche, like some guy in a story bringing a girl to some place only he knows, but I think I needed to share this place with you today," he said as I followed him to the bench.

To me, it wasn't cliche. Cliche would be going to a place nobody knows or goes to. Yet he chose this park that people set their feet on everyday.

We sat down a foot apart from each other. Nobody said anything--just like earlier. It was a comfortable silence as we both stared into the celestial sky. I didn't want to think of anything, but everything was just so jumbled and messed up in my head.

"It's dumb," I whispered. I saw Jimin turning his head towards me in my peripheral vision. "I should've known. All the lies that he has told me straight to my face. But I was too dumb, doing whatever he told me to," I brought my legs up to my chest as the chilling wind hits my body.

"Don't blame yourself for loving someone, Y/N," Jimin said, wrapping his coat around me. "He should be damn ashamed for using your trust like that," He muttered.

"You're going to catch a cold," I said quietly, slowly shoving the coat off before he stopped me.

"I'm fine, you, on the other hand, your teeth are chattering away," he said as he wrapped his coat around me again.

I smiled, turning my head back to look up at the sky. There were a lot of stars out today, I noticed. Maybe they were mourning for me, or maybe they were telling me that it was going to be okay. Whatever it was, it made me feel a tiny bit better. Maybe that star was Jimin.

After some time at his cliche secret spot, we went back into the car and he drove to his home. I didn't want to be an intruder for him nor his roommate, whoever they were. I knew I had to think of a better living idea hastily.

"You seem worried about my roommate," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. "I have to admit, my roommate is pretty amazing, got me to where I am today. I wouldn't be a doctor if it wasn't for 'em."

A long-term girlfriend? Have they been together for awhile? Has she helped him become a doctor? The car took another turn as I eyed a tall building in front of me. That must be where he lives.

"I think you'll like my roommate," he winked as he shut off the engine and stepped out of the car. I was still confused as to who his roommate was--but he said that I would like his roommate.

"Don't think about it too hard, my roommate isn't who you would think," Jimin said, walking into the building as I followed. Could it not be his girlfriend, then?

We walked past door-by-door as Jimin whistled quietly to the tune of a song. We stopped at a door, his hands slipping into his pockets to fetch out his lanyard before placing the key into the lock.

I took a breath in as Jimin opened the door. I turned my head around, examining his place. It seemed modern with a TV, and the kitchen space seemed updated with its' granite counter tops.

The space seemed quite large, although the space didn't make me feel any more relieved as I still felt like I was bothering Jimin and whoever his roommate is.