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Jimin

Jimin would kill for a Kit Kat.

As he chowed down on grass instead of actual food while the sun set and the moon took its place, Jimin wished he could eat that chocolate goodness with his girl and laugh up a storm while watching the shitty Twilight movies with her. They were her favorite movies, and he chuckled to himself at the thought of how she clapped and giggled whenever Bella did anything.

"What is it?" Alana asked, bringing Jimin back to the reality of the situation. He wasn't with his girl eating Kit Kats and watching shitty movies. He was sitting outside a dangerous hotel with a woman he didn't know. At least she hadn't tried to kill him. Yet.

"Oh, nothing. Sorry, just thinking of my girl."

They had decided to wait the day out and observe the hotel instead to see if they could find any patterns or if there were any night routines they should know. Maybe they had to go in at night, when the guards got off shift (if they did). Maybe they had to spend a solid day there before making any moves. The options were limitless, and Jimin didn't know where to begin. Plus, they needed to rest after the hell they had endured.

Alana waggled her brows at him. "Didn't know you had a girl."

"Not like that." Jimin snorted at the way she pouted after he said that. "I'm talking about my baby girl. Irene."

"Baby girl..." Alana trailed off, and her pretty hickory eyes bulged. "Wait, a daughter? How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine. Why? Do I look not a day over twenty?" It was Jimin's turn to waggle his brows, and she laughed at that.

"Honestly, you don't. How old is she?"

"She'll be five this year. My ex and I had her in our early twenties, thought life would be sunshine and rainbows. Till she cheated on me, of course." Jimin blew a raspberry and glanced up at the darkening horizon throwing rays of navy blue around the cloudless sky. "I know, who'd cheat on me? Park Jimin? Wild, right? But maybe it was my fault. I spent so much time working, I didn't help much with Irene."

"So you separated?"

"Yeah. Had to. She doesn't want me to see Irene at all, but I fought and got weekends with her." Jimin peeked back down at Alana with a sigh. "If the court knew that asshole likes alcohol a little too much, I'd get full custody, but my lawyer says it's too risky."

Alana scooted a bit closer. They sat in the grass near the back, close to the exterior walls. No guards bothered them, though if they did, Jimin wouldn't have the effort to run.

"Maybe the risk is worth the reward."

"Yeah, that's what I said," Jimin replied, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "But my lawyer thinks she'll turn around and use my college years against me."

Alana went quiet for a moment. "Should I ask?"

Jimin shrugged. "Who else do I got to tell? I had a shit college experience." Jimin stopped himself to avert his eyes. "Heroin."

"Oh, shit. I... I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He did a small hand wave and brought said hand to his mouth to nibble on his nails. His mother had used to scold him for the habit, but he had never broken it, not since he had started it back when he was a middle schooler. "I got over it. Eight years clean. Problem is I was in a relationship with her back then, and she helped me get clean. She called an ambulance for me more times than I can count. Any custody is a blessing, at this point."

"Can't blame you. But for what it's worth, I hope you get a chance to take Irene for good."

Sweet Irene. His whole world. Well, her and Kit Kats. Irene had learned to love Kit Kats because of her father, who always kept an emergency stash under his bed in a taped up box labeled 'notebooks.' Something that seemed straight out of college. No one would suspect a thing. No one except Irene and Jimin, the only two who knew of the box's existence. Sometimes he had caught her trying to sneak a Kit Kat from it, and each time, he had driven her to the store to pick out as many of the treats as she wanted.

"Uh oh," Alana said, and Jimin picked his head up at that. She had a soft smile. "Thinking about her again?"

Jimin didn't realize he was grinning until she said that, and he tried his best to mask it to no avail. "Maybe."

"You got any pictures of her?"

"No." Jimin patted his joggers, though the pockets were empty. "First thing I searched for. But that's alright, I'll describe her. Just think of me but smaller."

"I didn't know you could get smaller."

"I..." Jimin grunted. "Okay, rude. You're shorter than me."

"But taller in spirit."

Well, he couldn't deny that, so he snorted but didn't bother protesting. Having an ex-girlfriend meant he knew when to withdraw. Picking battles was the single most important trait a man could learn.

"Enough about me," he said. As much as he could talk about Irene for ages, talking too much about himself made him uncomfortable. Made him feel selfish. Besides, he wanted to know about his mystery companion. "What about you? Got a man?"

"Not in a long time."

"Not interested?"

"That and I'm too busy." She turned her attention to the stars. "Dad's not around, so I've been picking up the slack for my little sister. She's in college now. Feels like just yesterday I was teaching her to tie her shoes."

"They grow up so fast, don't they?" Jimin grinned and observed the way the dark sky curved around her face. Her cheeks appeared sharper from that angle, and he swore he spotted a mole behind her right ear, under the pierced lobe that possessed no earring. "What about your mom?"

"She's my hero. She went through hell and back to give my sister and I a fair chance at life." Alana stopped herself and peeked back down to meet Jimin's gaze. "Be like that for Irene, okay? In the future, she'll appreciate it more than you know."

"Don't worry, I will. No one's more important to me than her."

"Good. You'll be her superdad, then."

Jimin puffed out his chest as best he could. "Like this?"

"Oh, stop." Alana laughed, and there came the hiccup-like sounds again. "Of all people to get stuck with, I get stuck with you."

"Well, at least I'm not boring you." He yawned and rested in the grass with his head facing the sky. "Could be worse. I could be the brooding bad boy. Would you rather that?"

"My high school self would say yes to that in a heartbeat. My sister would, too."

"But what about this Alana?" Jimin asked without taking his stare off the stars twinkling above him. When he had been younger, he loved prying the stars apart to find constellations made up in his head. One had been a dinosaur he had named Snow. After the Hunger Games character he had been far too young to watch, but he did anyway.

"She likes this Jimin."

Jimin turned over and saw her lay beside him, and he brushed her braids back over her shoulder. She didn't move the entire time. Or, he thought, anyway. Maybe she moved closer by a hair, but he shook it off as the wind playing tricks on him.

"I do, too. He's pretty cool," he whispered, and she groaned and rolled her eyes.

"I also got stuck with an egomaniac."

"Hey, when you look like this." He paused to motion to his pretty face. "It's hard not to have an ego."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Goodnight. Wake me up when you want to get moving."

She shifted to her other side, her back facing him. Jimin couldn't stop himself from feeling her delicate braids for another moment before he realized he could be creeping her out and lowered his hand back to the space between them, on the soft grass that smelled like it had been cut an hour ago. Though, what smelled stronger was her perfume. It had an earthy muskiness mixed with vanilla, reminding him of the rich perfumes he had used to mess around with whenever he took Irene to department stores. Shopping was one of her favorite hobbies, and Jimin had grown to love it, too.

"Wait," Jimin said, and Alana hummed but didn't turn toward him. "Can I ask you something? Irene's favorite question."

"No complaints from me. I love kids."

Jimin smiled to himself. "What's your favorite color?"

"Ah, and here I thought you'd ask me about stuffed animals. I have a shit ton of them, in case you were wondering." Alana shifted around, fluttering her eyes open. It was just then Jimin noticed her long lashes. "Red, like a garnet. My mother's birthstone. You?"

"Blue like the ocean, and black like the night. Two of my favorite things." Jimin had loved beaches since he had gone to one with his family back when he had been a teen. Ever since, he couldn't forget the feeling of sand between his toes.

"Ew." Alana scrunched up her face. "Sand. It gets everywhere."

He laughed. "I'm offended, I love sand. But... yeah, it does get everywhere." He paused to wince. "Everywhere."

"Okaaay, before this gets weird, I'm going to bed for real this time. Goodnight, Jimin."

Jimin watched how she rested her head on her hands and closed her eyes. The grass tickled her jacket and face, and from his position, he got a perfect view of the way her hands pressing against her had her cheek puffing up. Jimin resisted the urge to tuck her braids behind her again, as they had fallen over her shoulder as a result of her movement, and he instead took a mental picture before preparing himself to keep watch while she rested.

"Goodnight, Alana."

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