Friday, December 17th

Ah, the vacations are close, they start next Thursday, 23rd of December. I'm so excited!

Y/N thought to herself as she packed her stuff from her locker, and hummed to a song. This week she's gotten closer to Jimin and everything was flowing smoothly between them, she was still confused by her own feelings, but she tried not to bother too much. It's been slightly more than a week since So-Hyun has been expelled, and Y/N was still cautious about her surroundings. 

"Y/N!" she heard Jimin's squealing behind her, "Can you go home ahead? I need to stay back with Mr. Joon for the new math assignment." he huffed, looking at his watch.

"Sure, study well and help me out later." she swang her backpack over her shoulder and gave Jimin an arrogant pat on the shoulder, "Adios!" she raised her hand in the air with her back facing him, making her look like some sassy celebrity. He chuckled under his breath and headed to Mr. Joon's office.

"Lori, are you busy today?" she casually asked as she walked over to her best friend's locker.

"Yup." Lori nodded with a pout on her lips, "I gotta go home early since I have to help my mom, we're having guests over, it seems like some serious shit. My parents want it to be perfect, so I decided I'll be a good daughter and help out." Y/N laughed and gave her an understanding nod.

"Okay then, see you on Monday!" they shared a quick hug and Y/N walked ahead, completely immersed in these new memes she's found on Instagram. She has learnt how to use her phone way less thanks to Jimin, she was able not to worry too much about her notifications. That didn't stop her from using social media though, just be less of an 'addict'. 

Y/N decided to go to a stationary shop before going home. She loved looking around for colour-pencils, pens, cute notebooks or just use the hell out of the colourful pens on the post-its to try how the pens work. As always, she has spent two hours and a half, exiting the shop almost empty-handed. All she had bought was a notebook, a light-blue decoration-tape and two pens, a purple one and a gold one. 

It was getting dark outside and it was quite chilly outside as Y/N made her way to her house. It was already 5:45 PM, the library was quite far from her home, it would take her at least 20-25 minutes to walk there. Without minding too much about the soon-to-come darkness and the time, she placed her earbuds into her ears, listening to some chill music. 

Y/N had been walking for ten minutes with her aching feet, and that was when she started feeling weird. Feeling as if someone was following her. However, she didn't want to be dramatic or paranoic, so she just decided to take her earbuds out to allow herself to hear any sort of footsteps in the near distance. Uselessly, she pulled her black hood to cover more of her face and looked down, unsure of what to do. 

After five more minutes, the presence of a certain-someone behind her was clear and obvious, making Y/N's palm sweat out of anxiety. The plastic bag almost slipped out of her right hand but she was quick to tighten her grip, so it wouldn't fall and switched to grab it into her left hand instead. That's when her brain clicked like a lamp. 

Jimin...

She thought as she reached into her pocket to grab her phone, and call him. The whole time, she didn't dare to look back at her 'follower'. 

...

"Yes, that's right! X=57." professor Joon pointed at Jimin's answer in his notebook and gave Jimin a pleased nod. The two have been sitting there for almost three hours figuring out Jimin's complex assignment, well, not really for Mr. Joon... "Do you need any more help-" before the teacher's sentence could define itself as a question, the sound of Jimin's phone buzzing cut him off.

"I apologize, sir, could I give a quick check?" the student asked politely pointing at his grey phone, and Mr. Joon nodded approvingly. "Thank you!" Jimin said before picking up the call.

"Son!" a tired and pleading, but familiar voice rang from the other side of the line. 

"Mom?" Jimin asked rather confused, not expecting her to call him at that time since she usually has more costumers in the afternoon. "Is something wrong?" he was quick to realize that something was wrong as concern spread all over him. 

"You see... your dad and I are having serious problems, I'm afraid he'll do something to me..." Jimin's mouth went agape at his mother's shaky voice. His dad has never dared to hit his mother; he was just an asshole. By asshole meaning, he would never help her, he would yell at her, he would talk to her as if she was a dog and he would never support her financially. 

"W-what do you m-mean?" Jimin breathed out a shaky breath; he was afraid his dad would do something hurtful physically, but deep down he didn't believe his dad would actually go that far. "Is h-he hurting you? Y-you know..." he trailed off, not believing he could accuse or eve think his cruel father could be crueller than what Jimin thought was the worst. "Physically?" the word came out as a whisper.

"I-I don't know, Jimin-ah. I just called you to receive some strength, if you believe that nothing will happen, then I'll just deal with it. It's just that he was about to slap me and stopped mid-way, I got scared and ran away. After that, he came banging on the door of the toilet, but gave up after a few minutes."

"It's okay, I'll be there- wait..." Jimin realized that it was technically impossible for him to be there, "It will take me at least three hours to get there, you are in Busan..." 

"Well, actually about that..." the young guy squinted his eyes for his mother to explain, "We are in Seoul since I dragged him to schedule a meeting for the trial... I was about to take the second-latest train to Busan when all that happened..." 

"Be honest, you need me, ma?" Jimin said rather sassily, trying to lighten up the mood between them.

"Yes..." she admitted, letting out a long sigh. "Can you please accompany me to the train station? Only if you aren't busy..." 

"I'm good! Send me the address and wait for me, I'll be there as soon as I can." 

"Thanks, son." she smiled and hung up, leaning against the bathroom wall. She relaxed for a bit before standing up and fixing her appearance to meet her beloved son.

"Okay, I'm so sorry Mr. Joon, but I have to help my mother out." Jimin smiled, hoping he wouldn't ask anything and just dismiss him. In fact, just as Jimin hoped the professor nodded as he felt tired and hoped to leave soon.

Jimin grabbed all of his stuff and bid his professor goodbye before running to catch a cab. "Could you please drive me here?" Jimin pointed at his phone and the driver gave him a thumbs-up as she soft radio-music played in the background.

After a few minutes, Jimin's phone rang and he really hoped it wasn't his mother that got in more trouble. But he didn't know that it was way worse than what he thought. "Y/N?" he whispered to himself as he swiped the green button on his phone. 

"Jimin can you please come quick? It's very urgent." she said in an alarmed voice, "I'm seriously on the verge of death..." she whispered with no hint of playfulness in her voice, making him shift in his seat uncomfortably. 

"Um, you see Y/N, I have a little problem with my mom and by little I mean a serious one, so..." he trailed off not knowing what to say. 

"Ah, it's o-okay..." she stuttered uncomfortably, it was obvious that something was wrong. "Okay then, I hope your mom is okay and that you fix everything," Y/N said in a rather scared tone, making Jimin even more worried. He looked down at his phone not knowing what to do, how come two people needed him at the same time, and both situations are urgent...?

"Fuck, I'm screwed..." he whispered under his breath as he grabbed his face in his hands, sighing frustratedly. All he hoped for was that Y/N wasn't in any extreme situation...

But little did he know...

...

Y/N called Jimin and her heart jumped in excitement when he picked up, she was sure he would get her out of that mess. "Jimin can you please come quick? It's very urgent." she said in an alarmed voice, "I'm seriously on the verge of death..." she whispered with no hint of playfulness in her voice, and pressed the phone against her ear harder.

"Um, you see Y/N, I have a little problem with my mom and by little I mean a serious one, so..." he trailed off not knowing what to say. Her heart dropped in disappointment. You see, it was as if your parents promised you that they'd buy you the newest iPhone for Christmas, but then you receive an old cell-phone.

"Ah, it's o-okay..." she stuttered uncomfortably, it was obvious that something was wrong. "Okay then, I hope your mom is okay and that you fix everything," Y/N said in a rather scared tone as she turned to look behind her, but quickly looking back forward. 

"Fuck, I'm screwed..." she whispered under her breath.

To be continued...

Published for the first time: November 15th 2020

[Edited Date: 25th of December 2020 - Merry Christmas! Yay!]

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