"No, Jimin, life was never fair," she whispered with love, before taking her last breath.
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The past. It always has been the past.
When Park Jimin and Song Jinhee got together, it was because they needed each other to carry on with their new li...
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Kim Chin An, 23, Present day
The pounding of her head was the first thing Chin felt when she opened her eyes. It was pure agony; like a couple of kids were beating her skull with baseball bats, cracking her head in two. Then the bright sunshine that glared into the room from the drawn curtains added to the pain, so she crunched up her eyes closed and laid there, brows furrowed as she endured the results of her hard ass drinking.
She felt the side of the bed to see if Jungkook was sleeping beside her, but her hand hit nothing but cold, tangled sheets. There was a murmur of voices outside the room, and although Chin could not hear what was being said, she was sure one of those voices was Jungkook's. She didn't know who the other one was though. Maybe Jimin had come to visit?
Chin clutched her throbbing head, trying to remember what the hell happened last night. She remembered waiting for Jinhee, then, oh god - Jinhee said she was sick, again, and that she gave up the treatments. They fought; she ran out. Chin knew that she then proceeded to a drink her sanity out in a random bar she found somewhere along a street, but she could not remember what happened next. Wait - how'd she get home?
Her eyes flew open to survey the room she's in. She didn't score, did she? She looked around in alarm, but the room was familiar and so were the bedsheets. Even the slight scent of Jungkook's aftershave weaved in the air like a thread. Relieved, she slumped back and continued reminiscing. At least she didn't do anything stupid or unfaithful. She just drunk her head off. And probably worried her boyfriend to hell.
She still could hear the murmurs, but it was gradually decreasing into a whispers, until it disappeared altogether. Chin heard the door closed shut - the melodic ding that echoed in the whole apartment confirmed it - followed by a short silence that was interrupted by the soft creak of the opening bedroom door.
Still with her eyes closed, she sensed Jungkook softly padding towards her. She was so aware of his presence to the point she could almost see him walking. Even through Chin's painful migraine, she could feel his care emitting in the minty air.
The bed dipped, signifying that the boy had laid beside her. His fingers softly brushed her cheeks. "Morning."
"Hi." Chin parted her dried lips, still with her eyes closed. "C-can you close the curtains? It's too bright." She croaked, dying for a glass of cold water.
Jungkook chuckled. "Sure."
The bed dipped again, then the weight disappeared. She waited till she heard the rattle of the curtains being drawn closed, and when the light glowing behind her eyelids dimmed, she finally lifted her lashes.
Jungkook stood beside the bed, holding a glass of water and a small bottle of pain reliever, a forced smile on his face.
She eagerly reached for it with a grateful smile. "Thank you."
