Hearing Jimin's question, I somehow expected that he would ask, but didn't know he was this direct.
"You can just tell by his behaviors. They're pretty obvious. And you must have conducted research on him, so you know everything." I chuckled bitterly.
"Well, you even had therapy sessions." Jimin mumbled. "Before anything else, are you okay now?"
Sitting [this] close to him, I felt my breath shortened due to the proximity. But I smiled at his question, not wanting to 'romanticize' the atmosphere. "Yeah. The therapist was great."
I really wanted to tell him what happened, just like what I did with my therapist. After intensive therapy sessions, I broke free from my own anxiety and learned to be confident with it, but sometimes, the horrifying scenes still came back to haunt me whenever Kang Soo Cheol's angry and threatening face came into my sight.
"Sorry." Jimin seemed to realize that he had made everything awkward, so he tried looking away instead.
"You don't have to feel sorry. It's the past now. I left it behind. It's just..."
I sighed. "I had no idea why I fell for a person like him."
"You didn't know him well back then, Y/N." Jimin said.
"Kang Soo Cheol used to be a funny person. I loved his humor. He used that advamtage to flirt, and I was stupid enough to fall for it." I pouted, staring lazily at the blurry fire.
"No one is stupid. It's just not the right timing." I could feel his heaving shoulders right next to me as he talked. "If you are stupid, then I'm stupid, too, for choosing Seolah to be my girlfriend."
"At least she's a good person."
"Maybe, maybe not."
At night, when the sun went to bed, I often got emotional. In this situation, everything was already emotional, from Jimin saving me from Kang Soo Cheol to us sharing the same blanket, under the same warmth. As if I could see my bright future with him, I felt the need to relieve more than ever.
It wasn't like I didn't tell anyone about Kang Soo Cheol. But telling Jimin about that trash was special for me.
"He got more abusive, and I got more naive. And after he got out of the prison, he somehow found me. That was when we were standing near that lake which we fell into. Then I met you, I met the other six, and I became more happy, then somehow I fell for- I mean, I felt like I don't want to go back." My tongue got twisted by my surge of emotions, but luckily, I wasn't tripping.
"I'm glad we make you happy." Jimin chuckled.
"Kang Soo Cheol of around the end of 2018 and the beginning of 2019 was a completely different person. He was a funny gentleman."
"Now, he's a funny bastard."
We both giggled at Jimin's sudden comments.
"And you're a good wicked person." I smiled at him.
"What do you mean?
"I thought mafia, or gangsters, or however you like to be called, were good at everything. But you're not."
He softly smiled as a response. "Because I'm too good, so it's a flaw in the mafia world?"
I happily agreed.
Then, he continued. "I don't call myself a mafia, but people like to call us that. Yes, I did illegal things, I could have killed you, I could have sold you off, but..."
"I just knew that I would regret for the rest of my life if I let you go on that day, so here I am, keeping you in a golden cage, tracking you down everywhere, and you're fine with it." He smirked.
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His Little Trespasser [P.JM]✔
Fanfiction"Do you know what the owner of a property do to their trespasser?" "Wh- what?" "Claim that trespasser as their property. Forever." When you unknowingly trespassed an unfamiliar private property, you were about to be sentenced to death by a mysteriou...