IT WAS ME ↪ jikook

-fourth

Jeongguk runs down to the nearest restroom he could see, No Jimin.

He walks around the building trying to find a certain boy with casual clothes contrasting the sea of individuals dressed in their crisp work clothes.

But to no success was his hunt for Park Jimin.

He reached the lobby of the ground floor his head turning in different directions in hopes of catching a glimpse of his best friend.

Loud chatters and shouts could be faintly heard on the ground floor. When Jeongguk looks at where it was coming from, it was from outside.

People with cameras swarming the front doors of the building, security guard pushing them back.

"There he is! Jeon Jeongguk!"

One of them shouts and suddenly blinding lights flashed Jeongguk's way continuously, he covers his sight.

"Is it true you're here to claim your father's supposed place?!"

"How are you doing? How does it feel to be out of the mental hospital?!"

"Are you sane enough to even be out?!"

"Your parents were murdered, it was not an accident!"

"Crazy runs in your blood, boy!"

The most brutal and violent statements were hurled towards Jeongguk and two men came up to him and guided him away from the media.

"Are you okay, Mr. Jeon?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. I want to go home"

Jeongguk says, the guards nodded and commanded for an exfil for him. They left Jeongguk alone to his thoughts as they waited for his van and a hand landed on Jeongguk's shoulder.

He looks up to see Jimin.

"Jimin!"

He jumps off his seat and immediately flinging his arms around Jimin, breathing in his comforting scent, letting the shorter boy's hair tickle his face calming his nerves.

"Jeongguk-ah, what happened? Are you okay?"

Jimin asks letting his hand roam around the boy's back, caressing him as gently as possible. He could feel Jeongguk's tensed muscles.

Jeongguk shakes his head not wanting to talk about it.

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"No one can know! Do you understand me?!"

A vexed yet hushed voice speaks.

"Kill them! Have I made myself clear?"

"B-But the child will be with them, sir"

"No evidences"

"Y-Yes, sir"

His terrified feet ran away from the door, where his father was in, and dashed out of his father's house to go to his friend, Jimin's house.

who was Appa talking to?

He knew his father was a bad man. That's why his mommy doesn't love him but he knows his father adores him.

The cold winter breeze grazed his cheeks while he kept his body warm with his wool coat. He ran to his friend, Jimin's house, to tell him about what his father was going to do.

"Jimin-ah!!"

His small fist banged on the door of a familiar house. Then a middle aged woman opened the door for the little boy.