Sick

Tube of agony

Seokjin's pov

It has been 22 days since the damn psychopathic people left Jimin's jacket infront of my door. Twenty two days of waiting. Twenty two days of nothing.

It's like I was reliving the experience from a few months ago over and over again. This time it was within a tube of agony in its own. A problem within a problem with no answer or solution. And no power. Inferiority was constantly on my mind.

Namjoon had continued to pester me about involving the police. It was a dumb idea to say the least. I admired this man of whom I call my husband, he was a smart and intellectual man. But he's level of reasoning and logic right now just makes me want to slap the shit out of him. I understand that he wants Jimin back, yes so do I. We both do. It's old news. Its common news however I wasn't going to call the police, not after they didn't do anything. Especially after those people told me not to. If I can get my son back unharmed, then that's enough for me. That was gradually beginning to seem impossible.

I was very aware that I was behaving off of impulses and hightened emotions but how else should or could I? Some of my actions would be considered not particularly smart but I believed in my reasoning. Any parent would do the same.

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Today's a Sunday. A cloudy and droopy Sunday. The sun was no where in sight and neither was the rain. It seemed as though they were scared of being responsible for my mood. I didn't blame them. It was a little chilly outside. So I decided to stay home, in reality where else would I go anyway? I don't any motivation to do anything. It seemed as though Namjoon was reading off of my mood and decided that he didn't want anything to do with my company right now so he was out with his brother. At least I'd like to think it was really Jungkook. Who knows where he finds comfort in nowerdays.

I had made a cup of tea a little while ago and it was on the table getting cold. Dispite the chilly weather I still decided to sit outside with it. The teabag had juiced out all of its colour and flavour into the lukewarm water around it. Osmosis at its finest I thought.

About a few months ago I stopped taking milk with my tea. I use to never be able to do that. Namjoon was the one who had always done that. He liked his leaf soup plain. Even Jimin, liked his tea with milk. He also loved dipping his bread, nomatter what the  components into his tea. PB&J, ham, cheese, nutella even tuna, he'd still dip it in his tea. I always found it so cute. My little ball of innocence and curiosity.

I've told myself I wouldn't think of him like this. I'll cry again. I don't want to. It was around 5:30pm so I decide to head in and lock the sliding doors and windows. I should probably take a shower....then again I'm lazy to do it. I haven't been outside. I'm not sweaty. I decide to just change my pyjamas and go to bed and maybe read. I don't know. We'll see.

After my wardrobe change I head to my room and lay on the bed. It's quiet.

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Before I can reach over to the night stand to get my book, my phone rings. A sigh escapes me as I realise that it's all the way over in the kitchen. Reluctantly I pull myself up and search for it. It's vibrating on top of the counter. I answer it.

"Hello?"

There's a long pause. Soft rustling and...

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"Papa?" A soft voice whimpers through the receiver.

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To be continued. 3:)
Thank you for reading!!!! Song Recommendation: UMI - Love Affair