The police came to Jimin's house and inspected the place, asking Jimin if he had tampered with anything in the house. Which he responded with, "No, I didn't eat anything really.." he said as he scratched his head. As they inspected everything, Jimin sat on the floor staring at nothing in particular.
"Is he okay?"
"Where is he?"
"Did he leave because of me?"
"Was I a bad Fiancé?"
"Was it something I did?"
"Is he even alive..?"
Thoughts raced through Jimin's mind without having a sense of meaning or consciousness, but certain questions stuck to Jimin. Guilt and utter helplessness seeped into him, making him feel like he was being eaten alive. And that was when the tears flowed freely. Leaving him vulnerable and exposed to the many policemen surrounding his apartment.
He hated it.
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Serendipity
Fanfiction{Third in the Epiphany Trilogy} In which Yoongi is a fanboy of a group called BTS.
