Fairy Realm ◆ ParkJimin ✔

6

For the sake of your own sanity, you retreated as soon as Mingyu entered your home.

He had done so with  an obnoxiously loud, "Hello Y/N!" and a light slap against your ass as soon as you opened the door. Taemin had grinned and greeted his friend, because apparently it's okay when friends slap each other's girlfriend's asses.

You had quickly disappeared, without the two men noticing, walking down the staircase into the basement of the apartment building, with the goal of keeping yourself busy while those brainless dogs where doing what-so-ever in your home.

It was eerily quiet down here, the entire room full of old furniture and forgotten boxes. This was the place where the inhabitants of the building stored their things after their move here, so it was unsurprisingly stuffy.

You walked past the set of washing machines, your steps muffled in the cramped room. You thought to hear the faint noise of water drops falling against stone, but you couldn't see much in the dim light.

While you were searching for the booth that had been home to your stuff for two years now, your mind wandered back to the pink-head - Jimin - and his utterly strange behavior today.

You had really wanted to make up and start over again, but apparently Jimin had other things in mind, though it was admittedly hard to tell, because that idiot just fucking ran away.

A little 'ah' escaped your mouth when you found the boxes that had your name on it, hands reaching for a random one as you made yourself comfortable on a old sofa cushion.

Places like this used to be your only escape back then, when your dad became too much or you didn't want to look into the pitying faces anymore.

It just seemed appropriate to you that, now where your boyfriend - the person that was supposed to love and understand you - was the person you could stand the least, you went back here in search of escape.

The thought that you needed to 'escape' from your partner alone made you sad and you quickly opened the box you had grabbed earlier, digging through it's insides.

It were mainly old clothes, but you also found one or two books, but what eventually caught your attention was-

"Mom's scarf?"

You carefully lifted the purple item up to your face, wondering how this had gotten into your moving boxes.

You closed your eyes and buried your noise into the soft silk. It smelled a bit musty, but you could still clearly smell the perfume of your mother, throat immediately tightening when you realized it.

"How'd you get in here, huh?" You said out loud, voce hoarse all of a sudden.

The memory of your mom had always been a painful one, that you'd banned to the very back of your mind, where it couldn't hurt you. It's been ten years and you came to accept her death, but sudden, blunt reminder, like the scarf you held in your hands meekly, where still like a punch in the gut.

"Ah, right." You remembered, smiling weakly through wet eyes, "I stole it from her when- when-"

You tried to remember, but it was all a bit fuzzy, of course, since it's been -what? - fourteen years?