Jeon's family is a happy family, despite having only one son named Jeon Jungkook. They were content with their biological son, who was a good boy and respected both of his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon knew their son was lonely at home and needed frien...
Today was supposed to be special. Jungkook had promised Jimin they’d go on a dinner date at a restaurant Jimin loved, one they hadn’t visited in a while. Work had kept them both busy, and the chance to just be together, away from the pressures of running their small but growing company, was something Jimin had been looking forward to all week. Jungkook had an errand to run, so he asked Jimin to meet him at the park near the restaurant.
Since the night before, though, Jimin hadn’t been feeling well. His stomach had been acting up, and he was weaker than usual. But there was no way he was going to let a little discomfort ruin their night together. This was important. He wanted to look his best, to be the Jimin Jungkook loved seeing.
Standing in front of his wardrobe, Jimin rifled through his clothes, searching for something that would catch Jungkook’s eye. He knew exactly what Jungkook liked—tight jeans and a tucked-in shirt that showed off his figure. Jungkook always said Jimin looked sexy in them, even though he loved seeing Jimin in his usual oversized, cozy clothes. But tonight, Jimin wanted to feel sexy, to make Jungkook smile.
“I think this is better,” Jimin murmured to himself, slipping into a pair of black jeans and a crisp white shirt. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, giving himself a small smile. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the messy strands away from his face.
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“I really need a haircut…” He sighed, pausing when he felt a familiar warmth trickle down from his nose. “W-what… Aish…”
Jimin quickly grabbed a tissue from the table and wiped the blood from his nose. He had already vomited blood earlier that morning, but he hadn’t told Jungkook. Thankfully, Jungkook hadn’t been home, or he would’ve dragged Jimin straight to the hospital. Jimin shook his head, dismissing the thought. He wasn’t about to let something like this ruin their evening.
Throwing on a thick sweater to guard against the cool October air, Jimin headed out the door, excitement bubbling inside him despite the nagging ache in his stomach. It had been so long since they’d had time to just be together, away from everything else. Their business was doing well, but it kept them busy. New projects came in every week, and time for each other had been harder to come by.
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As Jimin walked, he started humming BTS’s Boy with Luv under his breath, the lyrics bringing a smile to his face.
“Oh my my my, oh my my my You got me high so fast Ne jeonbureul hamkkehago sipeo…”
He sang softly, his spirits lifting as he imagined their night together. No work talk, no stress—just the two of them, enjoying each other’s company.
When he reached the park, Jimin sat on a bench, pulling his sweater tighter around himself. It was colder than he’d expected, but he didn’t mind. He could wait. Jungkook would be here any minute.
“Aish, where are you, Kookie hyung?” he muttered after glancing at his phone. It had been over 30 minutes, and there was still no sign of Jungkook. He tried calling, but the call wouldn’t go through. Texts went unanswered. Jimin’s worry started to build. Jungkook was never late without a good reason.
He thought about calling someone else. Mingyu? No, that wasn’t an option. Mingyu and Jungkook had barely spoken since the fallout. His parents? That was even worse. Their father had cut ties, and while their mom still kept in touch, she was careful not to upset her husband. And Yumi… Jimin didn’t even have her number.
The wind picked up, and Jimin stood, pacing to keep warm. An hour had passed. His hands were freezing, and despite the sweater, the cold was starting to seep into his bones. His lips were turning pale, and a dull ache began to throb in his head. His stomach, too, was acting up again.
Maybe Jungkook had forgotten? No, that didn’t make sense. Jungkook never forgot things like this. Maybe something had happened? The thought of an accident or something worse sent a shiver down his spine. He needed to go home, to see if Jungkook was there, maybe waiting for him.
As he stood to leave, Jimin’s phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at the screen, his heart skipping a beat. A photo.
The moment he opened it, his heart shattered.
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Jimin’s knees buckled, his breath catching in his throat. The pain in his stomach worsened, twisting like a knife. His vision blurred, and he stumbled out of the park, dragging his feet across the ground, not knowing where he was going. His mind was spinning, reeling from what he’d just seen.
Each step felt heavier than the last. The ache in his stomach was unbearable now, radiating through his whole body. He could hardly keep himself upright. Finally, he collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach as waves of pain wracked his small frame. His forehead was damp with sweat, and his hands shook uncontrollably as he fumbled for his phone.
He dialed Jungkook’s number with trembling fingers.
‘The number you have dialed is not reachable.’
“K-Kookie… hyung…” Jimin’s voice was barely a whisper as he hugged himself, the cold creeping deeper into his bones, matching the icy hurt that gripped his heart.
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