𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄//𝐏𝐉𝐌 𝐅𝐅

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"Sit deeper, Haemi! More body contact with your horse. Feel it's movements"

Ms May instructed loudly with a stoic voice, hoping to drill reminders of the correct posture into Haemi's mind. The windy day wasn't quite a suitable day to have practice in the opened arena where Haemi struggled to catch Ms May's teachings through the loud wind that buzzed her ears like annoying vacuum that moms used.

Haemi tilted her head a little where she could find a better angle for her ears to pick up the sound waves which obviously was just her theory. Her posture slight shifted and her concentration was leaning more to catching what her yelling trainer was saying.

While Haemi and Ms May were having a bit of a problem with the windy day, Jimin found himself chilling at the side bench with his same ol' sunglasses which was still necessary to cover his bruised eyes that were fading in color and looked less....unpresentable. He was glad that his injuries were healing pretty well considering the recently winks of sleep he finally got and also the attention he paid to his wounds.

Although the man look better than few days ago, Jimin was itching about the fact that he hadn't been able to follow up on Haemi's injured palm because the girl was visibly avoiding any topics regarding their unpleasant encounter in the alley way. Jimin wanted to talk to her about it and maybe make it up to her but the girl was brushing it off as if she had forgiven him which he highly doubted it but he didn't want to push any further in case she terminates the contract and he had to sleep with a stained reputation.

Today, Haemi was scheduled to have indoor cross country practice since she's heading for the cross country competition next week which also involves Jimin to follow along since events like this has a high chance of injuries. But as of right now, the vet got to chill a little and watch the extraordinary duo train.

Out of boredom, Jimin fished out his phone to check some emails and messages since Haemi and Lion seemed to be doing quite well. He scrolled through the social media with couple of double tappings to like pictures while he occasionally glance up to check on the rider.

After scrolling through a few posts, his thumb automatically stopped upon one particular picture. A picture of a sexy couple. The man's arms were around the girl and sliding her skin-tight dress up a little while she kissed his smooth neck. The picture had dark aesthetic to it with neon lights decorating the place and velvet cushions. With the caption saying "Happy Birthday, sweet daddy. I love you"

Jimin's jaw clenched as well as his grip on the phone. His veins popped with eyes twitching in anger and gaze burning through the screen. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He abruptly got up and stomped to quiet spot, away from the arena before searching for a name in his contact list. He pressed the phone to his ear with hand raking his hair and eyes tightly shut.

The phone beeped a few times before the call was answered. Jimin remained silent when the other person questioned him.

"What do you want, Jimin?"

His jaw clenched again upon hearing her once sweet voice which had turned sour and annoyed. He could hear the faint shuffling of bedsheets and his ears instinctively dismissed them to prevent him from being hurt even more. He knew exactly who was beside the person.

"Sora.....was....was I not enough for you?"

Jimin tried so hard to sound stone cold but his voice came out as broken whispers like worthless pleading. He couldn't help but let a single hot tear rolled down his rosy cheeks. Nose reddening and lips swollen from biting too hard. He anticipated for a reply that he ached for. A reply that disagree with his question but Sora just sighed.