ADDICTION- A JJK X Reader / ff

•XVII- Realisation•

"where have you been?!"

The mans heart raced like ever, his eyes bringing back the wetness they produced.

"I don't know what happened Jimin" you say in a whisper.

The man's eyes leaked, his heart shattering at how scared you sounded last night.
"A-are you okay Y/n? Do you need help? Shall I come to collect you-"

"Jimin I'm okay. I just- I got hit in the head yesterday but someone has helped me. They took me to their house so I'm just here." You say, trying to lessen the panic of the man on the other side of the phone.

"When did this happen. I swear I'm going to kill whoever did this."

You could hear the rage in the mans voice, hearing him speak through gritted teeth.

"It's okay Jimin. I just- I need to get to work."

"Y/n are you serious?!" The man exclaimed in a shocked voice.
"You can't. I won't let you."

"Jimin I have too otherwise I won't get in."

"Do you think I'm gonna let this happen?"

"Well you better because I'm on my way right now."

"Y/n don't you dar-"

"Dammit!"

The boy threw his head onto his steering wheel, tapping it forcefully with his hand that held the phone.

•-

You hanged up on Jimin, looking at the time and seeing that there was still twenty minutes before you would be marked in as late.

You heaved all your stuff, tidying the bed you made a mess, and made way for the door.

You gave the room one last glance and then opened the door so you could exit. Your eyes explored the area of the house you were in.

It was a perfect size. The layout was similar to yours which made you feel a bit more at ease. The bathroom you presumed was the at the same location as yours, and the stairs were also similar.

You quietly went down them and rushed to open the door in front, assuming that this was your exit.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

You thought you were dreaming so you repeated the action a few times, closing the door and then opening it.

Once you were certain that this was real life, you stepped out scoffing out a nervous laughter.

"My- my house."

You were outside to have your house in your view. You were at the front of another, this one where your neighbour usually stands and ignores you.

But he took you inside.

Your body froze, giving out goosebumps all over. You shut the heavy oak door to still be stunned.

"This cannot be real." You spoke with a shaky voice.

You quit standing where you were and sat on the low wall that separated the both of you.
You did a one hindered and eighty degree turn to be where you were familiar.

Your hands fidgeting inside your bag, grabbing your keys and twisting your wrist to open the front door.

You never have missed your home this much.

You felt ease wash inside of you as you threw your boots off and ran to your room.

You opened your well known door to see how much neater your room was compared to the mans. This was because of your best friend who tidied it for you, making your tense expression fall.

You wanted to brush your teeth and grab a quick apple to eat, so you did.

Your clothes were fine but you changed the ones on top of your suit into a pair of black jeans and a black high neck, grabbing the same jacket.

You did what you planned and then took your car keys so you could drive to your work place. Yes, you had a car. But you hardly drive it because Jimin would always pick you up and if you're not walking, then he would drop you off by his own.

You were so attached to the man and he was so attached to you too. You did everything together.

With your apple in your mouth, you held it tight with your teeth and put your boots on. These boots annoyed you at how there was a certain way you had to lace them up, taking even more of your time.

Because you were rushing so much, you forgot the pain on the back of your head existed, so when you let a breath out hitting your head on the wall behind you, you felt a whole rush of pain consume you.

You didn't let this stop you. You shut your eyes tightly, before closing the door, locking it and then pressed the button on your keys so the lights of your car could turn on. Your car was a Mercedes C class and it was black. You were fortunate to get one as a present for yourself on your 20th birthday. Making this one and a half years.

You sat in it and made sure to stay in the speed limit to drive off to your work place.
•-

"Right, Jimin your turn."

The man let a sigh drag out from his lips.

His mind was filled with the thought of you in pain. The thought of how he left you hanging and slept while you were suffering. This thought really affected him and he just wanted to beat himself up for it.

"Park Jimin."

The middle-ages man spoke again, this time with more sternness.

"I'm coming sir." Jimin says, getting up from the grass to walk towards the countless ropes and poles.

He wasn't paying attention to what he had to do, but nevertheless he caught glimpses of the others in his group and watched what they were doing.

"Right on the count of three."

"3"

"2"

"1"

And the man was off.

His feet was stiff on the board, remembering what you where doing when he saw you like this.

Like you, he avoided each obstacle perfectly and ran across, jumping to the other side grabbing a hold of the rope and swing till he did his somersault in the air and landed in a spider-man pose.

"Great like always." The coach said, giving Jimin a thumbs up while writing the time in seconds.

"8.3" the man says, giving himself an amused grin, while the boy's chest was inflating and deflating at the speed he didn't know he could produce.

His hands combed his hair back, looking over at the group of girls who giggled at him and zipped their suits a bit lower pretending to 'fan' themselves with there hand.

The man was not amused at all, he wasn't even satisfied that much at his score.

He just wanted to know you were fine.