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JIMIN'S POV

I stared down at (Y/N) from the second floor of the building through the large circular window in disgust. She's kissing some random guy?!

"Ahem, earth to Jimin,"my father's voice came from behind me. I turned around and fixed myself up before saying,"I...I don't have it."

"YOU WHAT?!,"he screamed, making me flinch slightly. The two large men, who are sadly taller than me, stood up as my father stood up too.

I squirmed in my seat. What do I say? "I-I mean I h-have it...it's just not here--"

"PARK JIMIN, DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!,"he yelled, causing me to flinch again.

"Sir, he says he has it but it's not here at the moment,"one of the men said softly.

My dad's face softened. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't hear you."

I scratched my neck awkwardly as I moved in my seat again. My dad slammed his hands on the table and he leaned towards me slowly. "You have one week to bring me those items. There's more than those cards, you know. So you better get me them," he whispered this last part,"or you'll be paying me back with your life."

I tugged at my collar and nodded. He looked back down and without even looking at me, said,"Go."

There's more than those cards?! What did she take?!

I did as I was told and hurried out of the door. I don't want to die. I gotta get those items back.

YOUR POV

<The Next Day>

I'm really tired. I'm happy it's Saturday. Saturday means no work! I ran downstairs in my pajamas, turned on the tv, and watched the news.

"The sun will be out for most of the day. The temperature will stay about 60 degrees from now to 7pm. Get outside while you can!"

So that's what I did.

I put on some jogging pants, a tank top, and some tennis shoes and headed outside. As I walked to who-knows-where, a smile spread across my face. This felt nice.

The slightly chilling air hit my face as the clouds moved by slowly. Butterflies, surprisingly, were out and about. But they all flew away when I stepped towards them, causing a beautiful rainbow of colors to ascend into the air.

In the middle of my walk, I saw someone getting beat up by a bunch of strong men, although the boy being beat up looked pretty strong himself.

Whatever was happening, it's not right for someone to be beat up on a beautiful day like this or any day!

I ran over to them yelling,"Hajima!! Leave him alone!!"

The guy who I'm assuming is the leader walked towards me, snickering,"Why don't you go before something happens to--"

I cut him off by spraying pepper-spray in his eyes. He fell on the ground, crying like a baby. I smirked and aimed the bottle at the other guys, but they ran away. "Serves you right,"I mumbled.

I ran over to the boy. "Are you okay?"

It was only a matter of time before I realized he wasn't a boy—he's a man. He just looks so young. He was holding a familiar bracelet in his hands. It was like the one I wore last night...

"That's...mine...,"I said, confusion taking over my mind.

He squinted his eyes. It seemed like I was a code and he was trying to crack it.

The corners of his lips—that had some dry blood—twitched upwards, as if wanting to grin.

"Swan-girl?"
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