The Man Between The Pages {Jikook} [completed]

~ Park Jimin x2~

''No matter how many times you apologize,

if you don't change

it's still manipulation.

Think about it.

I exploit your body to have sex.

I punch your face cause I like blood.

Even if I later apologize for my actions,

it doesn't mean that I won't do it again.

NEVER FORGET.

People that are actually hurting you

might convince you that you hurt them instead.

Change.

You can do it...''.

Park Jimin woke up at exactly seven thirty. After doing the exact same routine he always did, he opened his closet to select something spruce to wear. It was a pluvial morning, the sky resembling a dark sea while the sun was nowhere to be seen. The asymmetric drops of rain were tranquilly falling on the pavements or amusingly having a race on his window. Jimin loved to observe their competition, he had an agape for petrichor.

After picking a red, woolen sweater and a pair of tight fitting black jeans, the man placed a beanie on his head and grabbed his briefcase, ready to leave for work. But something held him back. What, he didn't know.

He shoved his wallet in his jacket's inner pocket and after locking his apartment, he decided he should buy himself some tea. Perhaps from the local coffee shop. A small promenade before work will surely prove to be refreshing. He hated crowded places but he had to overcome that phobia eventually.

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''Where the hell are you Taehyung?'' Jungkook whispered and threw his phone back in his pocket. Trying not to believe that he was living in a paracosm, Jungkook was quietly staring at the windows, his amber irises checking the waterdrops cascading on the glass.