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82: Seeing Ghosts

Let You Down - NF

Warning: Mentions of domestic violence, self harm, and rape.

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Jimin's hands are shaking on his lap, staring intently at the light wooden table in front of him with his teeth abusing his bottom lip, knowing it's growing to the point of bleeding out if he just chewed on hard enough.

This is it.

This is the moment that Jimin is about to let go.... And move onto his future with a new head high.

He's going to face the person who hurt him, and he's going to get the closure he needs.

Then why does this feel more nerve wrecking than relieving.

Unable to take the nerves anymore, Jimin looks up to scour the area, meeting with Yeosang's gaze just a few tables in front of him but in an adjacent so he can still see everything that's going on while still not being seen by Joshua m. His grey hood is over his head, hiding most of his face but his chocolate eyes still managed to meet with Jimin's, giving him an encouraging smile with a small head nod.

Everything is going to be okay.

He can do this.

Jimin just has to stay strong.

That's all he has to do, be strong.

As Jimin slowly nods back, forcing his eyes to look out the window of the small caffe. There's not many people here, but it's enough to still be very public. Jimin made sure to take a seat by the door in case he has to walk away or run out if he feels threatened. There's a small untouched cup of coffee in front of him, that has helped ease down his anxiety just by him wrapping his frozen hands around it.

He's to nervous to even drink it.

However, it was at the moment that he heard the bell of the door go off, finding himself looking up to meet a familiar pair of dark eyes, that he felt his entire pulses start to escalate yet his heart stopped beating at once.

He couldn't breathe.

Suddenly Jimin's mind traveled back to those traumatic moments; Where Joshua would grip his wrists and arms to the point he would bruise his skin, where his words felt like a deep slices down his soul and his tone stabbing vicious wounds to his fragile heart. Traveling to the time where Jimin was a prisoner without a key and already he could feel the tears beam his eyes to how terrified began to feel.

He looks exactly the same.....

Same angelic face, parted light blonde hair, emotionless eyes staring directly at him as he approaches the two chair small table he's sitting on. By now Jimin was breathing heavily, tearing his eyes away from him to look out the window to control the way body is shaking in complete anxiety.

Doubts, his mind began to run with so many doubts.

Joshua said he would come here to apologize and talk to him.

Jimin needs this for himself, so he can heal without the weight.

He needs this moment to happen.

The second Jimin heard the sound of the chair glide against the floor and felt the presence of his abuser in front of him, he felt all too weak.

It was like every strong wall he has had built up, every word he wanted to say, just broke apart.

To become nothing.

Just like how Joshua made him feel, like nothing.

No.... Not anymore.

Joshua can't hurt him anymore.