Run With Me || JJK+PJM

seven

JUNGKOOK

I start thinking of things I can do to convince him to take me along with him. He probably crafted his whole runaway plan - I'm only following Dae's plan. I don't even know if I've actually understood it.

But how can I make him help me? Offer him money? I might starve but at least I would be on the right track. Offer my help? I don't even know if he needs help - I don't know who he is.

Fortunately, genuine tears are already falling from my eyes. It's the pent-up exhaustion from the past 17 years of my life. He looks at me and I can't tell if he's breaking or not. He finally rolls his eyes.

"Whatever plan you have, I truly do not care. But I need to get to the train station too," he says, looking into the distance from which I came from. I want to collapse in relief.

"You're right. You're terribly lost," he mocks me as he walks towards his suitcase and picks his umbrella up. I don't take his words to heart and I pick myself up.

"I'm going to the train station now," he says aloud as I sling my bags onto my shoulders, nervously studying his every move in case he decides to pounce on me again.

"Do whatever you wish to do. Go to the house, stalk me-"

I want to correct his word choice but decide against that.

"- as far as I am concerned, this never happened."

His words are firm. I look at him anxiously but he's not looking back at me. The man who claims he's younger than he looks, the man in dark sticky clothing, the man who knows where the station is.

My heart sinks. He's not taking responsibility if anything happens to me - simply saying that if I wish to follow him to the train station, it's my decision. And I will do whatever it takes to get to the station.

He slowly turns to look at me and when he waits for a few seconds and I haven't moved towards the house, he starts walking down the pavement, the rain pattering down him.

I follow a few steps behind.

JIMIN

I can hear his uneven footsteps behind me but I ignore them. He's not my problem.

At this point, I'm so drenched my umbrella wouldn't be useful.

"How old are you?" his voice chimes from behind, timider compared to when he was literally shouting and yapping down at me.

I ignore that.

"I'm Jungkook," he says when I haven't replied.

"Jungkook, you don't need to know about me and I don't need to know about you. We're not even acquaintances," I say clearly.

He's probably trying to make me his friend since he now knows I'm rich now - probably going to try to gain pity points and some of my money. Not going to work.

"How far is the train station?" he asks a few minutes later. I still don't reply. My frustration is overriding my nervousness so now it's just calmness coursing through me.

It's okay, Jimin. He practically doesn't exist. Your plan's going well - you're just wet, is all.

After a while, I can be certain that he has gone silent. I move my suitcase from my left to my right hand since it's feeling sore. I try not to regret this decision yet since I've only just run away - I have no intention to return. I can't give up yet.

"Is your bag heavy?" he asks.

I make a great show of sighing before I inhale deeply to rid myself of thoughts of strangling him.

"Yes, my bag is bloody heavy and if you don't shut up, this extremely heavy bag will be thrown at you," I retort.

***

Finally, in the distance, I see the flickering lights of the train station. My footsteps increase until I carefully cross over the tracks and step up onto the platform. A singular narrow platform that's covered by a singular piece of metal acting as a shelter.

I set my suitcase to the side and slump onto the bench. My neck aches and I start stretching it as I eye Jungkook who's looking everywhere but me.

JUNGKOOK

I take a moment to collect myself, scanning my surroundings to make sure I'm actually at the train station. It just seems so... plain.

And then panic sets in instantly after. I practically fling my soaked duffel bag onto the dusty ground and start opening it, fishing about for the cash.

Please be dry, please be dry, please be bloody dry.

I frown and wince as my wet clothes make squelches and puddles of water chill my fingers. The clothes start feeling less wet and then I finally retrieve the bundle of paper. Feverishly, hopefully, I gently pry the paper away from the cash and I almost pass out in relief when it's dry.

JIMIN

He's kneeling on the floor, eyes so wide and bright I think he might kiss his cash. I huff in disbelief as I look into the distance.

***

An hour passes and Jungkook sits on the far end of the bench.

And then another hour passes.

And another.

And a-freaking-nother.

I start gulping and rubbing my hands against each other as Jungkook casts me more glances.

"Are you sure we're at the right station?" he finally asks. I try to remain stoic but I'm panicking too.

The sun's going to rise soon and Mi Cha's going to find out and it's not that far a distance from my house to the station - especially since she'd be taking a carriage.

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't know why the train isn't here yet," I say firmly and he simply nods hesitantly.

Fuck.