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Broken- Isak Danielson

I have tried to study and minutes later starts raining. Jimin left minutes ago and didn't get an umbrella.

"I heard Jungkook. I'm happy for you."

I gritted my teeth. He was happy for me so what am I doing wrong?

Bling

Mr.Park- Jeon can we meet up at the east side cafe.

Me- Yes. I'll be there in 10.

I look at where Jimin was sitting... he's the strongest person I know, he doesn't need me. I got dressed and got my umbrella.

It's pouring and I wonder if he really is okay. I shake my head. He's okay. I get to my car and quickly get in. I look beside me and remember Jimin swinging his legs ready to go to the carnival.

I arrive to the east side cafe and find Mr.Park seated. Mr.Park doesn't look nothing like Jimin except his long thin eyes.

"Hello Jeon. How are you?",Mr.Park said.

"I'm doing great.",I said.

"How's Park?",He said taking a sip of his black coffee.

"He's okay. But shouldn't you be asking him that?",I said.

He shrugs.

"That kid doesn't talk to me. Such a weird one.",He said with a chuckle.

"But he's your son.",I said.

"What am I supposed to do? He's always liked being alone.",Mr.Park said.

Jimin's never liked being alone. He always wanted me around. I stay silent and the waiter comes with my banana milk.

"You should call him?",I suggest.

Mr.Park shrugs again and I'm getting a bit irritated.

"Oh. Here.",Mr.Park says handing me an envelope with money.

"Mr.Park. I don't need money anymore.",I say handing back the money.

"Shucks kid. Keep it.",Mr.Park said standing up.

"You should give it to Jimin.",I said.

"That kid has always worked for his money. Doesn't need me.",Mr.Park said and left.

I looked at the envelope and gritted my teeth. Jimin never got money from his father?! He... now that I remember... he did always wore weird things. Never showed himself as rich but the kids knew his father was the richest guy in the town.

"I'm tired."

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I enter the dorm and notice Jimin sleeping on the floor with a cat.

"Jimin-ah get up.",I said shaking his shoulder.

"Let me sleep...",He mutters.

"You have a bed Jimin-ah.",I said.

He stands up and picks up the calico cat.

"Where'd you find the kitty?",I said about to pet the cat when he hissed at me.

"On the streets.",Jimin said petting him.

"You should take him to a vet for a vaccine.",I said.

He nods and gets on his bed with the cat.

"Oh Jimin-ah your father gave me money for you.",I said leaving the envelope on his desk.

"I don't need it.",He spoke.

"Why aren't you and your father close?",I asked.

Silence.

"Jimin-ah.",I say softly.

"I always liked being alone.",He said.

No you don't.

You always cling to me. You don't like being alone!

If you liked being alone... you should have left me alone.

I was getting irritated and I didn't have a reason.

I walk out the dorm and slam the door.

What's wrong with me?

It's still pouring and I hear the strong winds and heavy rain. I go to the gym which is near the dormitory. It's not as full as always.

I put on the boxing gloves and start hitting the boxing bag.

SLAM

PUNCH

PUNCH

BLAM

PUNCH

BLAM

"Kid calm down.",I guy says standing two feet from me.

"...ah...sorry",I say.

The tall guy nods and goes back to weightlifting.

"You okay though?",He asked while putting the weights down.

"Yeah...",I say.

"Actually I have a question?",I ask.

"Go ahead. I'm all ears.",The guy says.

"I have this friend and he says he likes being alone but he always clings to me and likes me around. I don't understand.",I said.

"Well your friend probably really likes you a lot.",The guy said. I never thought of that.

"Ah I'm Jeon Jungkook.",I say.

'Kim Namjoon.",He said picking up the weights again.

Kim? Another one.

"Uh do you know Kim Taehyung.",I ask.

"He's my little bro.",He says.

"Oh cool.",I said.

"How do you know that little ratchet kid.",He says putting down the weight again.

"Ah my roommate is friends with him.",I said.

"Ah.",He said.

"Let's get a drink of water.",He suggests.

"Okay.",I say and start taking my boxing gloves off.

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