Yours • Park Jimin ✔️

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Jimin's POV----

"Jimin," she spoke for the first time in hours and I couldn't help but let a tear slip out of my eye as I hugged her from the side, but she didn't react; she didn't blush, she didn't smile, she only kept looking forward.

We had gotten off the plane at the airport and my chauffeur was taking us home.

The funeral had gone smoothly. Amin's relatives were there as well. They had hugged her and told her words of comfort but I couldn't help but notice them talking about Dad's company.

As soon as the funeral was over, the guests had left, leaving the chief and us alone. We said our goodbyes as we were dropped at the airport.

"I'm not going home with you. Drop me at my home," she told me suddenly and my eyes widened in shock.

"But-" I started and was cut off by her. "I need some time....to think about things...my emotions; everything," she said quietly once again, as if she didn't want the world to hear her voice. "And, while I'm at my home, you won't try to come to me or contact me," she said.

I didn't know what to say. I had never seen her in such a sate and I was breaking, so I just nodded and held her hand in assurance. We reached her home after a while.

One of the maids instantly wrapped her arms around Amin and gave her a hug, as we stepped inside the mansion. Well at least the workers were better than her blood relatives.

She took Amin to her room while another maid came and took her luggage away and told me to get myself comfortable. After a while, the maid who had taken Amin to her room came back and smiled at me.

"I know she will be fine but not having her in front of my eyes will be hard for me. Here, take this. It's my number. Please contact me and tell me about her every day," I pleaded her. She nodded.

"Would you like to have something?" she asked me and I refused politely. "Can I meet her one last time before I go back?" I asked her. She looked at me and nodded."First room to the left."

Thanking her, I climbed the stairs and went to Amin's room. I opened the door slowly to find Amin in her bed. She was staring at the ceiling and all life seemed to have gone away from her eyes.

Something tugged at my heart as I saw her like that. I slowly approached her and took place on her bed. She didn't look at me.

"Amin, please look at me," I pleaded. Finally, she did. I studied her face and her every feature.

"Jimin, go away," she said quietly, "I'll come to you when things in my head are clear. These are some things I need to sort out myself," she said.

I nodded and then kissed her forehead. "I love you," I whispered to her and left.

3rd person narrative----

Days turned into a week, and a week turned to two weeks.

Jimin hadn't seen Amin and was restless all day and all night. He couldn't stand not being with her. The maids would call him to tell him of his girlfriend, but that wasn't enough. He needed to see her, be with her, in order to assure himself.

Amin on the other hand was suffering more than she had ever suffered before. Her meals grew to only one meal a day, her nights spent restless, as she lay curled up in bed, trying to sleep or shedding quiet tears.

Both of them were lost.

But one day, it was enough for Jimin. He couldn't take it anymore. Either it was the Pact between them or it was his love for her -or perhaps both- that he decided to bring her back.

He drove to her home, not being able to stay away from her any longer. He drove inside the mansion and quickly got out.

"I need to see her; I want to take her home," he told one of the maids. She smiled kindly at him and let him see her.

Jimin knocked on her door and she gave permission to come inside. She was sitting on her bed, looking outside the window but her gaze seemed so far away.

He went closer. "Amin," he breathed out. She turned to look at him in shock. And before she knew it, she was in his arms. For the first time, it wasn't Jimin who had moved fast; it was Amin.

The decision to be away from him was hers, but she had missed him. She had wanted him to be with her each night she couldn't sleep, or cried or had nightmares. But she had pushed him aside, because she needed time and he waited for her.

Now they were both reunited. Jimin inhaled her cent and hugged her tighter, keeping her close to him. They stood in that position for minutes until Jimin broke the silence and parted away from the hug, still not letting go of her.

"We're going home," he told her. But instead of refusing or protesting, she nodded. Jimin could see in her eyes; he could see that she had missed him.

Saying goodbye to the maids, Jimin drove towards his home.

Another week passed. The chief had been updating Jimin regarding the case. They had made a lot of progress.

Mina, Min Jun and Ill Sung had come to see her as well. Ill Sung had returned from Los Angeles. They comforted her and their comfort seemed real; it felt real.

She was grateful to have these people in her life who were by her side through everything; and of course Jimin as well.

A month passed. Amin was still recovering from the loss of her parents, so was Jimin; they were recovering together.

One night, after dinner, they two of them were sitting together. Jimin was telling Amin a story about his childhood as he played with her hair and she laughed when he came to the funny part.

But Jimin got a call, so he had to cut in between. He picked his phone only to find the chief calling.

"Jimin, we've found the murderer."