Finding Zen (With BTS' JIMIN)

14. ...Comes With Unforgettable Experiences (Title is continued from prev. ch.)

NO EXCUSES... IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH VIOLENCE, INTRUSION OF PRIVATE SPACE, MENTAL HEALTH, ETC... JUST DON'T GO ON...

TO ANYONE...

I WILL NOT DIRECTLY MENTION IT, BUT THE REFERENCES EXIST, VISIBLY OR SUBLIMINALLY... AND THIS IS NOT INTENDED TO MOCK OR CRITICIZE OR UNDERMINE AT ALL...

EACH OF YOU MATTER AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT DEEP DOWN I CARE FOR YOU.

THIS CHAPTER IS A PEAK OF UNCOMFORTABLE STUFF AND I STRONGLY ADVISE YOU TO STOP IF YOU ARE ANY BIT SQUEAMISH ABOUT SUCH THEMES...

HER

She groaned and mentally cursed herself when she felt her bubble invaded the moment she stepped back.

Oh damn... I worsened... it...

Damn... I feel even more sick too... all this movement is giving me even more of a headache...

HIM

Jimin couldn't stand it at all. He never peeled his eyes off nor unclenched his fists. His manager had asked him if he was ready to go back, but he didn't reply and so he turned to him, following his line of sight.

Jimin slipped his phone out and rang the emergency number, visibly shaking as he mumbled out the address and tried not to sound desperate as he told them the details.

"Hurry..."

His last word was spoken full of pain, but barely heard. He gripped his phone for a moment before slipping it back into his pocket. His manager spoke immediately.

"You did well..."

"I still want to help... I want that stopped..."

"Jimin... you know you can't... yes you physically can... but..."

"As an idol I can't... even having to witness what I believe in being broken to dust..."

"Since you did give the tip, we will stay..."

"Okay..."

He just wanted to know she was safe as much as possible. He didn't know they would end up meeting again ever, but he dreaded that it had to be like this. He had to gulp down all the pain because it was making him sick.

I can't even...

No... I...

I can't step up... why... I...

Did I sound desperate...

I'm... sorry... Zen...

HER

She shrunk away, right arm grazing a wall as she backed away, speaking as sternly as she could while still being polite. She knew the alley opened into another street, but she was still scared.

He could just shove me into the highway on the other side if he wanted...

Damnnit... this is feeling alone in a crowd at its worst for sure...