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"How's the interview?" Yoongi welcomes us with Holly in his arms. He's lying down on the huge sofa.

"Great." Jimin snickers before climbing upstairs to his room.

I sigh as I sat on the solo couch next to Yoongi and Holly.

The scene earlier where Jimin just punched his own father on the face is repeating inside my head all over again.

"Daddy issues?" Yoongi asks me and I sadly nod. "I'm actually surprised he agreed to you about interviewing his dad. He's very distant from him."

"He could've told me." I lean my back on the sofa and cross my legs. "I thought he lived with his dad before?"

"Before." He repeats the word and I understand what he said. "That was a year ago." He adds and all I can do is nod.

Yoongi suddenly let Holly go from his arms and the cute little dog started jumping on my feet.

I look at the guy lying on the couch next to me and he's pretending to be asleep.

I roll my eyes at him and carry Holly on my hands.

I entertain the dog while its owner is trying to make his way to dreamland.

I'm in the middle of making fun with Holly when I heard some crashing sounds upstairs which also made Yoongi open his eyes instantly.

We both shared a worried look and I follow him once he decided to go upstairs and look for Jimin.

Without knocking, both of us barged inside Jimin's room and the sight we witnessed was unpleasant.

A single chair was divided into two, the lamp is missing its bulb, the window at the side was shattered, small crystals from a mirror is scattered on the floor, torn books and pieces of paper everywhere, for short, the room is a mess.

"Jimin!" Yoongi scolds, Jimin slowly turns to look at us and I noticed that his knuckles are bleeding and he's holding a piece of wood, probably a part of the chair he broke.

"Get out! Both of you!" Jimin yells, and I find it rude for Yoongi. He was only worried about him, yet he had the decency to yell at him like a mad man.

"Jimin stop it," I tell him but he only smirks.

The looks on his eyes are intimidating and fearsome, it's like he transformed into a different person.

Instead of calming down, he threw the wood in his hand with too much force on the floor and it hit the broken mirror making its shattered pieces fly in the air.

Without me noticing, my face catches a shard of it, making my cheek bleed because of the fresh scar.

I wince in pain as I touch my cheeks and my fingers were tainted with blood.

I look at Yoongi who has his eyes on me as well. "Are you okay Elise?" He asks. I noticed that his snow-like skin was tarnished by a red liquid, blood. He got cuts on his arms too.

"Yes, just a li-ttle scr-atch." I stammered, everything went fast and I can't comprehend what's happening.

Not until I felt some strong and calloused hands strangling me and making me plead for oxygen.

It's Jimin.

I can't speak a word, I can't even breathe for air, his grip was too strong.

I'm doing the best I can to get out of him but he's too vigorous.

My eyes started fluttering rapidly, my heart beats are increasing and my sight is starting to turn black.

From my peripheral view, Yoongi attacked Jimin by pushing him on the floor forcefully.

My legs are shaking, making me unable to stand on my feet. I lie on the floor trying to catch my breath and fathom why all of this is happening.

Jimin.

My head finally wakes up, I try to stand up but all I can manage was to sit on the floor.

There is Jimin, collecting himself from what Yoongi did to him. Yoongi is trying to gather his attention by shaking his shoulders but Jimin's focus is on me.

The monster inside of him disappeared it was instead replaced by someone else.

A lost boy.

His eyes are teary and red, he's looking at me apologetically.

"Jimin." I tried speaking but it came as a whisper. My voice became hoarse because of him strangling me.

"I'm sor-ry." His lips are shaking he then stood up and left the room as nothing happened.

I attempted to move and follow him outside but Yoongi stopped me. "Stay here, I'll follow him." He instructs and I obeyed.

Yoongi runs outside the hall, I can hear his footsteps and Holly's barking as he followed Jimin outside, leaving me all alone.

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I made myself some tea with honey in the kitchen to cure my throat. I tried to look for useful stuff in it but all cupboards and food cabinets seemed to be empty.

It's like no one is actually living here.

I literally had to go out to a convenience store nearby and buy certain ingredients to make such a remedy for my throat and food to cook for dinner.

It's already seven in the evening, Jimin and Yoongi haven't returned yet.

They're not even calling me for updates if they're fine or what.

I looked outside and Yoongi's red car is nowhere to be found. They must've used it to go out.

I wonder where they went.

I thought this is Jimmy's house, but even a shadow of him is nowhere to be seen here. I don't know if he's still working at their company or he has some matter to attend to, but can he at least ditch them for Jimin?

His son visited him again and he could at least spend time with him just for once.

When I visited the bathroom earlier and check myself in the mirror, there are bruises on my neck. Most of them are shaped like fingers.

It's Jimin's.

My parents will probably wonder where I get them, and I'm already creating alibis in my head.

Whenever I touched them, pain is not the only thing it reminds me of, it makes my head reminisce about the scenes earlier.

I sat on the long couch with a cup of tea on my hand. Yoongi's cute little and brown dog is sleeping at the corner. I made sure that I didn't move that exaggeratedly so that I won't disturb it.

I take a sip of the tea and I cringe at the taste, it's sweet and all but it's not my type. Nevertheless, I had to endure it if I want my throat to get better.

I place the cup on the center table and turn the television on.

After a few seconds of going back and forth with the channels, I stumble on Nickelodeon and an episode of SpongeBob is playing.

I stick with it instead of getting bored with the same old drama series on different channels.

Two episodes of SpongeBob already played when I heard the chimes of the front door sounded.

I get on my feet to see who it is, and to my relief, it's Yoongi with Jimin's arm hung around his shoulder.

I quickly went to them in case Yoongi needs help. "Is he okay?"

"He's drunk," Yoongi stated. "I can't believe he took my car and I had to ride a bus to look for him." He complains and unconsciously, Jimin laughs.

"It's not like the first time you ride a bus." Jimin sluggishly said with his eyes closed.

"It is my first drunkard." Yoongi rolls his eyes and mine widens at the information.

Perks of being rich, you'll never have to commute for transportation.

Yoongi drags his own feet upstairs as he sent Jimin to another room. I informed him that I haven't finished cleaning up his room.

I waited for Yoongi to go down after putting Jimin into sleep like a baby on his tantrum stage.

"What happened?" I ask as soon as Yoongi appeared in the living room again. My voice is still a little airy.

"I searched for an hour before unearthing a bar nearby and he already drank one bottle of whiskey when I came." He shakes his head in disappointment before sitting next to Holly.

"We shouldn't have come here," I admitted in a dry voice. None of these would happen to any of us if I listened to Jimin that we shouldn't talk to his dad.

I started all of these, I triggered everything.

When I look at Yoongi, Holly is already resting on his lap. He's not even smiling. "It must've been hard for Jimin to meet his dad." He starts. "After Ina left both of them everything was in chaos between them."

"Ina?" I ask.

"Jimin's mom." He briefly answered and my mouth slowly forms an 'o' shape. "I don't know what's the real story behind it and Jimin doesn't want to tell us any of it, except for Taehyung."

"Why is that?"

"They were friends since they were little kids. Jimin trusts him so much." Yoongi smiles as he slowly brushes Holly's curly fur.

"I think he trusts all of you. Maybe he has his own reasons to hide it." I defended, Jimin's friends are really reliable, they look mean on the outside but I can see that they care for each other.

As if they are brothers.

"Maybe you're right." He sighs.

"By the way, is Jimin's father working this late at night?"

"No, he's at somewhere else. Did you think that he only owns this house in Sacramento?" He smirks. That means this isn't the only place where Jimin can stay. Of course, if you have a billionaire as a father, you wouldn't sleep on the streets, you'll be sleeping in a house on every street.

I cooked instant rice if putting something inside the microwave is even called cooking and fried some sausage for us to eat as dinner.

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Later on, Yoongi told me that he's going to sleep and I bid him goodnight as he made his way to his room.

After cleaning and cursing at myself for not bringing extra clothes, I went inside the guest room downstairs, removed my denim jacket leaving me with only a white sleeveless shirt, and lay flat on the bed.

I rolled around the comfy bed before staring at the white and wide ceiling, a sign that it'll take time before I can sleep peacefully.

I grab my bag on the side and take a pen and a paper out. If my body won't allow me to sleep, then I should use time productively instead of battling with myself.

For a couple of minutes, I planned the flow of our presentation on Friday. We must come prepared and organized so that we can shove in front of Mrs. Feinberg's face that we aren't much of a nuisance to her class.

Thinking of ways on how we will deliver the video in front of the class, I'm expecting that it'll be fun because Jimin's my partner.

In unexpected times he turns into a humorous and intelligent man. I'm hoping that he'll show that side of him on Friday, that'll make our presentation very interesting for me.

I look at my phone and it's already midnight. Mom has been messaging me on how was my trip to Sacramento and I force myself to reply with a message.

It was fine, mom. I'm sorry for the late reply, I've been busy with the interview. I'll call you tomorrow when we're about to leave.

I toss my phone on the bed and lay on it once more, trying if sleep can finally take over me.

But I still can't.

I went out of the room and made my way to the kitchen to get myself some milk.

Luckily there's one carton of it inside the refrigerator and I pour myself a glass.

After drinking, I decided to just go back inside my room but then I stopped in front of the staircase.

My mind instantly thought about Jimin.

Is he okay now?

Without giving it any second thoughts, I climb upstairs to where Jimin is temporarily staying to check if he's doing fine.

I turn the doorknob and as expected it wasn't locked. The door slowly creaks open and only the light from a small lampshade makes a few things visible in the room.

There he is, sleeping soundly on his bed. I moved closer, pulled a chair near his bed, and sat on it.

I stare at his face, looking like an innocent angel while drifting into sleep.

My hand slowly hovers on his head and eventually goes down to brush his soft hair away from his face.

His hair is definitely smooth, no wonder why he loves brushing it with his hand.

I stopped what I am doing when a hand holds my wrist.

He then pulls me on the bed and in just a bat of an eye Jimin's already on top of me. "Brave enough of you to come in here." His breath smells like alcohol, just like the last time.

He's looking at my chest, and it's stupid of me to come in here without my denim jacket.

"I was jus-t checking if you're fine," I said in a soft voice. I don't want to make a mess with him right now, not in his drunk state.

Our faces are only inches apart and we can feel each other's breath. "What do you want Elise?" He asks.

"Nothing," I answered honestly.

He looks at me for a couple of seconds before speaking up again. "Ask me the same question." He breathes in my ear as he leans closer to it.

"What do y-ou wan-t Jimin?" I oblige nervously. His hand caressed the scar on my cheeks with his thumb.

"I want to taste you." He whispers as he looks into my eyes before crashing his lips onto mine forcefully.

At first, his kiss was a little painful, but as I blend in, everything went smoothly.

Our tongues are playing together, making the atmosphere calm, making both of us calm.

While we're into the kiss, I can feel his hand travel down to my sleeveless shirt.

Once his hand found the straps of my top, he started pulling them down from my shoulders until my brassiere is the only thing left before I can be half-naked.

Without any hesitation he unclasped the hook of it, leaving me with my bare chest in front of him.

Before he can even see it, I tried hiding it using my arms but he wipes them away.

He removes his lips from mine, instead, his lips traveled south. He's leaving marks on my neck, but instead of kissing it fervently, I can feel his lips giving soft kisses on my bruises.

"I'm sorry." He says through the kiss.

Instead of saying anything back to him, I twitch the side of my face to give him more access.

Later on, I can feel something wet on my chest, it's his mouth. He's sucking my left breast like he's a baby eager to taste milk for the first time.

My lips involuntarily release noises that I didn't think I could make. "Ahhh..."

I'm starting to feel something different at the pit of my stomach, it's the same feeling that I felt when Jimin and I made out for the second time in his house.

The feeling is indescribable, it's definitely not something bad, but it feels so good... so very good.

His tongue is twirling over my already hardened nipple while his other hand is busy massaging my right chest.

But then the same hand traveled down to my jeans and I can feel him unbuttoning and unzipping it.

I stopped his hand with mine and he finally looks at me. "Please?" He begs, this time there's sadness in his eyes and voice.

This side of him is like a mix of a monster and a lost boy from earlier.

I don't understand if he's using this side of him for me to take the bait but he's doing a great job, making me say "Okay.".

His lips formed a smile before placing it on mine again.

After a short kiss, he breaks away, focusing on removing my pants and eventually my underwear.

I'm fully naked.

In front of him, in front of Jimin, and I'm feeling some sort of excitement, rush, and nervousness because of it.

He starts giving pecks from my lips to my neck bruises, down to my chest, to my stomach and down there.

Down to my womanhood.

"You're not going to regret this," Jimin assures me, it feels weird seeing him in between my thighs, but it's one hell of a view for me.

His lips are going down furthermore until I can finally feel his tongue on me.

It's swirling around my pearl, gasps, and moans escape from my lips. "Oh god..." It feels so good.

Later on, his tongue moves faster and my eyes are starting to roll back from the feeling of this addictive sensation.

My hands went down to Jimin's hair and grab it. I can hear his light chuckle but I don't care about it, all I can feel is his tongue, feeling every bit of me.

Just when I feel like something is going to explode inside of me, he stops.

I want to yell at him for stopping but he speaks up first. "Let me try this instead." He said before licking his lower lip.

His fingers started touching my folds, playing with my pearl again. "I'll insert one." He informs and I nod.

He slowly places his index finger inside of me and the butterflies inside my stomach all went ballistic because of it.

He started moving it, in and out, slow then fast, my breath is becoming heavier. "Jimin..." I moan, his lips went back on mine and everything feels perfect.

His finger feels giant inside of me and it's a little painful but the ecstasy it brings makes me forget about the pain. His tongue is perfectly playing with mine, and my hands caressing his smooth and silky hair.

Everything feels perfectly and amazingly good.

I felt that he inserted another finger and I whimper in pain, but the tingling sensation won over my body.

"Oh Jimin..." I muffled a moan in his mouth.

He keeps moving his finger in and out of me. My eyes are rolling back deliriously because of the pleasure.

I bit his lower lip but then I gasped in between the kiss and that's when I realized that something inside of me finally exploded.

Jimin stops and sits in front. He looks at his hand which is covered with white liquid and eventually licks it off of his finger.

"You taste like heaven." He smirks.

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I woke up at the right side of the bed and felt that there's an arm wrapped around my waist.

"Jimin." I attempted to wake him up, but he doesn't move. "I need to go to the bathroom," I say and lifts his arms away from me, but he pulled me closer to him.

I gasp escaped my lips when his hands started playing with my boobs. "Don't go." His morning voice is raspier than ever and it sounds incredibly hot against my nape.

"I need to go to the toilet," I repeat as I giggle and this time I heard him huff and he finally removes his arms around me.

Reminding myself that I'm still naked, I pulled the sheets off of the bed and wrapped it around my body before picking up my clothes on the floor.

I went inside the bathroom and started cleaning myself before putting back on my already dirty clothes.

Once I was finished I went back inside the room and saw a sleepy Jimin sitting on the bed.

"About last night." He starts, his hair is a mess and I think it's cute. "Did you enjoyed it?" I suddenly felt awkward about his question, but I know that I need to answer it.

"Yeah." It's true. Last night was ecstatic.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, I got carried away." His face drops as he apologizes to me.

"It's okay, just make sure that next time you'll not go around strangling people just because you can't control your anger," I told him and I hear him sigh.

"You're lucky that it was just me. If not, someone would've pressed charges on you." I attempted to make a joke, but I'm the only one who laughs at it, awkwardly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask and sat next to him on the bed, I look at him but he doesn't answer my question. "It's okay if you don't want to." I smiled to assure him and look at the wall clock and it's already time for breakfast, I must head down to make some.

But before I can even stand up, Jimin holds my hand and stops me. "I'll tell you everything." He starts and I was surprised. "I think I owe you an explanation after I hurt you yesterday. Just promise me you'll not tell anyone any of these." He says.

Making the mood lighter, I held out my pinky finger before saying "Promise.", he smiled at my gesture and eventually interlocks his pinky finger with mine.

He takes a deep breath before starting.

"Dad's company isn't that big before when I was eight. Whenever he was stressed with work, he would go to the nearest bar downtown and he'll go home drunk. One day my mom was out, she left me with my dad who's already drunk early in the morning. Later on, a lady knocks on the door and she's looking for my dad."

Sadness is visible in his eyes as he started telling his story to me.

"I called my drunk father and tell him that someone's looking for him, then I went back to my room to play with my toys. Later on, I hear a crash to my parents' room which is next to mine.

I called my dad if he's fine but he's not answering. I started turning the knob and it was unlocked, as I slowly open it, a lamp was broken on the floor so I thought it is the thing that made the noise earlier.

But as I open the door a little more, I saw my dad and that lady on the corner of the room. The lady is half-naked, and my dad is not wearing anything.

It took me seconds to realize what they were doing before I smashed the door close and run towards inside my room. My dad started banging on my door but I kept it locked.

A few hours later I felt hungry and finally, my mom came home. My mom calls me and I follow her in the dining room. My father is already sitting at the very end and he gives me a scary smile.

A few days later my dad asked me to not tell anyone what I saw, even to my own mom. His voice was threatening and all I did was oblige.

I kept my promise to him, until now. Not because I don't want my mom to get mad at him for cheating, but because I already knew that my mom knows about my dad's secrets and she acts like it doesn't affect her."

He stayed calm, but his voice was shaky.

I hesitantly gave him a tap on the shoulder to comfort him.

At an early age, the true colors of this cruel world already darkened his life.

"Is that why your mother is working far away?" I ask.

"Yeah. Until now my father does filthy things not knowing that mom already knows all of it. That's why mom requested dad if she could work somewhere else. She tells me that she's just bored doing nothing here, but I know that deep down, she's getting tired of pretending that her husband is innocent.

From what I heard, that girl called Sandy at his office is his newest toy."

All I can do is listen to the rest of his story. What he tells me is making me speechless. I don't know what to say, I'm not good at comforting people because I don't usually experience family problems that are huge like this.

I think I should feel blessed that I have a wonderful and crazy family.

"That's why I promised myself something." He says and I remove my hand on his shoulder.

"What is it?"

"I should stay away from people like him. People who cheat to the persons who are loving them unconditionally, regardless of their reasons for committing it."

I started to feel uncomfortable about his choice of words. Every single one of them gets stuck inside my chest like he's pertaining to me.

"But I already broke that promise because of you. I can't help if I'm far away from you Elise."

I knew it, he's talking about me. His eyes locked with mine and my heartbeat starts to increase.

What can I do Jimin?

I can't stay away from you either.

I'm just as lost as you.