A Butterfly's Wings | 박지민

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－NARRATOR POV－

Jimin went to the store to buy ingredients for the cake. When he came back, he found out why Chae-eun wouldn't answer her phone.

"I'm sorry, my battery died and I left it at home to charge while Kirimi and I went shopping for her birthday party."

"Oh, is that it? Thank God...I was so worried.."

Chae-eun felt a tingle in her heart, and rubbed her belly.

"You were worried about me? Aww."

"It's not funny, peanut," he mentioned as she hugged his front, setting her chin atop his chest, smiling brightly. "I thought....I thought you－"

"Jimin-ah, why do you always have those thoughts?" she popped.

His blinking haulted for a second, then after what seemed like a minute, he clicked back into reality. His smiled lightly and sighed.

"I'd rather not talk about it.." he mentioned, running his fingers through his hair. Breaking the embrace, he went upstairs, leaving Chae-eun behind unsatisfied with the lack of communication.

Jungkook noticed the tension and tapped her shoulder.

"Go talk to him. He needs someone, Chae-eun."

"But he said he didn't want to talk about it. I don't want to make him mad." she replied.

"But if he keeps all of these emotions pent up inside, who knows if he'll start beating himself up again. Or worse."

She looked at the floor, fiddling with her fingers.

"Go. I'll take Kirimi out for some ice-cream. Go talk to him, Chae-eun."

Eventually, she nodded whilst sighing, heading upstairs.

She stopped in front of a door that was ajar, a faint voice coming from behind it.

Peeking through the small crack, she saw Jimin. 

He was sitting on his knees, writing something.

No, holding something. 

Something shiny. On his skin.

"Jimin?" she said, creaking the door open.

He quickly looked up dropping the razor, hiding it behind his back.

"P-peanut－"

"Jimin? Are you cutting yourself??" she asked, stomping over towards him on the floor.

"No.." he lied.

She pulled his arm, jerking it as he dropped the blade so she could see the lines of self-injury. 

Looking up at Jimin, he turned his head away, tears forming in his eyes, jerking his hand back.

"Jimin." she started. "You promised you'd stop! What is this?"

"It's nothing.." he popped.

"Jimin, I'm not accepting that crap anymore. If you want this relationship to work, communication is vital! You can't keep everything to yourself! You have to open up to me," she said. She brought her hand up to his face, gently caressing his cheek. "Let me know more about you. After all, that is why we moved in together."

He turned back and caught her gaze, lost in her beautiful, brown irises. He grabbed her hand, squeezing it firmly.

"C'mon, Jimin. Tell me."