WRITTEN IN THE STARS

TWELVE

August 22

[ Molly POV ]

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"Thank you." Jimin said, pushing the empty plate of food away from him.

I nod, picking up the plates and heading to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Jimin follows behind me, resting against the kitchen counter as I wash.

"Are you staying the night?" He asks, swallowing deeply while tapping on the counter with his finger tips.

"Yeah, I'll stay in Jungkooks room so I'm close in case you need me." I answer, keeping my eyes off him.

He sighs loudly, making his annoyance loud and clear. "Can you at least look at me?" His voice was aggravated, slamming his fist on the counter. "You didn't even look at me as we ate."

"What do you want, Jimin?" I ask, raising my voice to match his. "Huh? You told me to back off so that's what I'm doing!"

"Can't you act civil at least and look people in the eyes when they talk to you?" He bursts. "Or do you still love me? Because that's pathetic."

Pathetic?

I scoff, feeling the tears build up in my eyes. "So it was that easy for you to just forget about me." I nod. "If you knew anything about acting civil and having manners, you wouldn't have ignored me for a year."

He stayed quiet, stepping back in his place. We maintain eye contact, and my eyes were like lasers, shooting balls of fire at him from anger. I tried concealing the hurt, but I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'll be in Jungkook's room if you need anything." I walk out the kitchen, stomping up stairs.

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I couldn't sleep.

I rested my head on the pillow, breathing in Jungkook's smell: baby lotion and Downey's Adorable fabric softener.

I smile, missing the baby boy even though he was older. I needed his comforting words.

My body jolted up at the sound of panicked screams coming from Jimin's room. I rushed out of the room, running across the hall into Jimin's.

"What?" I shout, running to Jimin's side. His body was curled into a ball, his head stuffed into the pillow. The only thing that could be heard from the room were his muffled sobs.

"Jimin!" I called worriedly as I tried to pull his body away from the bed. Trying my best to wreck the wall he'd built for himself, I found myself in tears. "Jimin-ah! Let me help you." My voice became whiny.

He let himself roll on his back, revealing his tear-stained cheeks. His sobs became clearer and he placed his hands over his chest.

"What is it?" I asked, using all the force I had left in me to pull him into my chest. "Jimin-ah, where does it hurt?" I rock him in my arms, running my fingers through his locks.

He continued crying and I let him, rocking him in my arms.

After holding him in my arms, his sobs died down, slowly but surely. The boy was sound asleep, soft snores escaping his lips as I continued to rock him. His body was heavy on mine as he had his arms wrapped around my waist and head on my chest. I felt guilty for feeling safe in his arms when I was the one supposed to comfort and protect him.

I wanted to lean down and kiss his forehead. I wanted to tell him I loved him and I would always be there for him. I wanted him to know what I was his and he was mine.

But I can't, because he's not mine.

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a.n

I feel like I've been gone for the longest time!

I'm sorry :(

I hope ya'll are doing awesome