"I'm sorry, " He whispers, "God. I am so sorry."
Jimin massages your frown in small circles, allowing your face to relax more and it disappears. The guilt weighing down on his chest. And yet he also can't help but be fearful. Was Jimin always going to remain hidden? How would he be able to live with himself knowing that he is an imposter?
Only Jungkook, His mother and his late father knew. What about his other best friends? They had a right to know - but seeing the way people were reacting with you just scared him and he can't help but be cowardly.
His hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing passed the now dry tear stains.
"I won't let them hurt you, " Jimin mutters. "I promise."
He said that you. The first night he slept at your apartment after the first time Sicheng put his hands on you.
Why does that feel like it was so long ago?
Jimin has been so engrossed in his world with you that he hasn't been paying attention to how much he took advantage of the time that you've had together after every single thing he had done. He should've known you cherish the moments, Jungkook had warned him. Jungkook had asked him what you would think about all the things he was doing but something deep down inside him convinced him that you were never going to find out.
And if you were to ever hear about all the things he does...you would eventually forgive him.
But as much as Jimin hated to say he knew this wasn't the case. All he could think about was your almost black orbs as the swirled with a hurricane of heavy emotions. And that's when he knew that you wouldn't be taking all of this with a grain of salt.
Now you were somewhere in the city of Busan...Not picking up his calls. As he's phone pressed against his ear, biting his lips nervously while hunching over his legs and running his hand stressful hand through his hair. The voice mail rings to his ear and instantly just stops trying.
Tonight changed everything.
Were things ever going to be the same again?
But then again. Who was Jimin trying to fool? He has never been in such an open and honest relationship before. He strongly believed that if you loved every single bit that he showed you, then maybe he might just forget his demons. The worst thing about it all is that Jimin broke a promise to himself.
He promised himself that he would never allow anyone to harm you...how naive of him to think that it would him to hurt you.
The room was silent, legs manspreading as he leans back, resting on his palms as he stared outside of the large window, eyes taking in the fountain as well as the dark blue sky that was occupied with the elegant crescent moon.
But it didn't feel beautiful. Jimin didn't find magnificence in anything, and he won't be unless you were to be here with him.
"Where is she?"
Jimin's mother stands by the door, eyes taking in the scenery, leaning against the wall as she watches her son hunch over and drops his head. Jimin's hand rests on the back of his head as he attempts to roll his neck with comfort.
"Not here, " He shrugs, closing his eyes.
She scoffs before rolling her eyes.
"I wouldn't say I'm surprised. I knew you two wouldn't last."
Jimin raises his head, interlocking his fingers before glancing over his shoulder. This was a new all time low. It was almost 3AM and Jimin was in despair. This woman can clearly see that he wasn't in the right headspace or mood and yet here she was. Just because she's got her own personal vendetta on her son doesn't mean she can just poke at him as much as she likes.
He laughs. Shoulders as a grin begin to grow on his face, Jimin forces himself to stand up and turn around slowly.
"Who cares?" He breathes, " What actually makes you believe I care about what you think? I give zero fucks what so ever. I'm not in a mood for this. Just get out."
"You're an idiot, " She confesses, " What convinced that head of yours that she would ever stay after finding out about what you did? About what you are?"
Jimin steadily walks towards his mother, hands clasped behind his back. He doesn't stop making sure stands right in front of her and tilting his head intentionally clicking the bones by his neck. The hairs on her body stand, she winces feeling the anger radiating from her son.
"She was a Zombie too, this has nothing to do with that." Jimin shakes his head, " I didn't kill your husband. Zombism did. I didn't force him to do anything, Dad was a grown man and you lost your husband. I lost my father."
"Mother I'm tired, " He whispers, " I've always dealt with your shit ever since he has passed but I just can't hold it in anymore."
His hand's ball into fists, eyes locked with hers.
"I hate you, " He says, watching her lips fall slightly apart due to his sudden confession, " If I had blood running through my veins, it would boil every time I looked at you - or even had a single thought about you."
"You have no idea what I'm going through."
"At least she is still alive!" Her voice bursts, " You still have a chance to fix things. You took him away from me - things would've better if you just listened to me!"
"Shut up!" He screams, lips trembling before his hands angrily grip her bare forearms, his eyes turn dark while his chest heaves up and down as Jimin attempts to catch his breath, " I lost my father! You lost a husband! You can have other lovers but I cannot have another father but I have not once! Not once - did I ever belittle what you were going through!"
Slowly, Jimin drags his nails down her arms and he hears the scratch sound fill the quiet room, her body stiffens, breath stuck in her earth as she remains dead still. He leans into her ear.
"You always say I'm a monster, " He whispers, " But Mommy you've never looked into the mirror and it shows."
"Because the only fiend that is under this roof is you."
