【Ｐ Ｈ Ｌ Ｅ Ｇ Ｍ Ａ  Ｔ Ｉ Ｃ】

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24th October 2019

Kyung Mi

"What is it? Why do you look so worked up?" I asked, walking out of the bathroom after a fresh long shower. Jimin was already in the room, looking insanely sexy with his dampened black locks. I walked towards him, carefully appreciating his striking features with all my heart and soul, holding in my best from the urge to rip off his shirt and have my hands roaming all over his chiseled body.

My sexy cold man

"We must not have left Jungkook alone there. He had a panic attack," he revealed, causing jitters in my body. He came all the way, worried for me, and had to go through another fit of illness. My heart went down, feeling guilt for leaving him alone, despite being aware of his poor mental condition.

"Is he alright? Where is he now?" I asked him, slightly fret over Jungkook's condition. Jimin turned towards me, his narrow slits and swerving gaze reflecting his exhausted demeanor. He was calm, like his usual self but the calmness never eroded the magnetic dazzle he radiates. 

He looked into my eyes, his stare soft and weakened. I looked into his eyes, lost and captivated though he was doing nothing but standing in front of me, undisturbed and composed. He is a fire without a flame, silently burning the aura around and reticently blazing without a beam.

"You are staring," the words left from his soft glossy lips and I smirked, taking a step ahead, making sure to maintain the inch distance that would naturally annoy him. Inhaling the fresh fragrance of his signature shower gel, I traced my fingers over his torso, putting up a small perky smile.

"Oh, Mr. I'd love to stare. What will you do?" I asked, with a challenging smirk, welcoming the lion to the house. But then, it couldn't be scary if a lion enters the abode of the lioness, could it? 

Only if the lion is hungry

"I guess we had plans for eating tteotbeokki but I am afraid you are more eager to have me eating you out, Miss. You sure know who you are playing with," his raspy voice simmered, intensifying my heartbeat and stimulating the wild desires inside me.

"Well, I am afraid I opt for a sizzling choice, Mr. Tteotbeokki is sure spicy, but the meal in front of me is spicier," I slurred, clasping the metal buckle of his belt and gasped when he yanked me towards him, holding the knot of my bathrobe. A spasm spiraled inside me, causing my breath to hitch when he leaned down irresistibly close to me, hotness countering my face in a thick shade.

"Oh! Trust me, I want to punish you so bad for being a brat but I don't like you sleeping like a sloth when I am doing you rough. It's me you are dealing with, Mi ah. Have some food so you could keep up with me," he stated, taking a step back as I stood still in my spot, breathing and alive. 

This guy made the whole room burn with his domineering complexion

"You should eat as well, my boring boyfriend. Let's see who should keep up with who and who will beg under who," I simpered and he looked at me, staring darkly into my eyes, and a familiar gush of chills ran down my spine when his hold on the knot tightened. 

I trembled, almost stumbling towards him when he fastened the belt of the bathrobe, stiffening my quivery self. He was dangerously intimate and I couldn't help but feel dizzy under his piercing hot gaze. 

He is fucking the brains out of me

"Don't bet on something for which you can't face the consequences after. You might as well have to request a leave tomorrow if you put forward the challenge," he admonished, a tiny glint of seduction trailing in his small crescent-shaped eyes.

"Let's have tteotbeokki shall we? I don't really like it when it is cold and soggy. Moreover, I don't think you would want me ranting about it if it isn't warm," I rambled, walking out of the room, and the minute I stepped out of the room, I heaved out a deep sigh.

The tension is too much to handle

I should not forget that I have work tomorrow and I need to walk

"Let's finish quick," Jimin whispered from behind and I froze as he walked past me, brushing his small hand against mine. I still don't believe how those little features of his, manage to spark electricity in me. 

"Mhmm! This is so good.. Ttoetbeokki will never disappoint me, unlike my boyfriend," I teased, enjoying the sweet and spicy flavor dancing tango in my mouth. But then, I still didn't slip away the chance to look at my 'slightly offended yet didn't dare to display it' boyfriend and laugh to myself.

"Stop comparing me to inanimate things," he scoffed and I chuckled, shoving a rice cake in his mouth. I giggled, seeing him looking so cute and funny with food filled in his mouth. These are the rare moments I need to cherish whenever I am with him. 

Most of the times we meet and spend time together are either due to some trouble chasing me or due to me getting ill at the time of my month. We never meet because we should, because we are dating and that we need each other to celebrate and revere the tiny lively moments. So, I don't mind if I dip myself into a mess every time. At least, he would come to me to save me.

I know he won't let me go easily

But then, that's the only string we are hanging on

"Jungkook's illness is triggered by PTSD. He recently encountered some traumatic incidents that could have possibly intensified the condition," Jimin started and I nodded, understanding why Jungkook was being very uneasy these days. Usually, he calls me once in two days and talks cheerily, blabbering 'noona this', 'noona that', 'noona Jimin hyung is a bummer' and all in his adorable excited voice but he had been silent towards me for few days.

I wish he could heal quickly

He doesn't deserve more pain

He had already been through a lot

"I heard about it. PTSD could escalate schizophrenia's symptoms.  Hope he recovers soon. If possible, I will take a leave and visit Armor's mansion to surprise him. Jungkook would love to spend time with me," I suggested and he looked at me, not giving a positive thought about it.

"No, Armor is facing some issues and I don't want you to be in anyone's sight. The last thing I want is something happening to you because of our mismanagement. You serve too much on your plate already, not to forget the added appetizers," he muttered and I nodded, not wanting to cause an argument for a petty thing. I was also aware of this man having temper issues.

"Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung took care of the Assemblyman. He will not trouble you anymore." Jimin pronounced, looking at his phone, and my face beamed in joy. Though his Antarctic cold attitude and expressionless face annoy me every sixty seconds in a minute, I must admit, I enjoy the perks of having a boyfriend who works for a government-acquainted secret organization.

"I love them," I exclaimed, stuffing the spicy rice cakes in my mouth, savoring them with a satisfied heart.

"Mi ah, stop all of that," he spoke abruptly and I looked at him, still stuck in the process of deciphering his words.

"Stop doing the live show. Every politician, influencer, and powerful businessman has eyes on you. They hold vengeance and fuck, I don't know how you are so calm surrounded by so much danger," he expressed his concern but I felt a small sting when he was trying to determine my living. 

It wasn't even a suggestion 

"I can't come and save you always," he spoke and I clenched my fists, giving a cold glare to my serene boyfriend. 

How could he be so nonchalant when it's about my career?

"If not you, Yoongi Oppa or Jin Oppa will come and save me. If not him, Taehyung Oppa will come and save me. I never asked you to be my shield. You can fuck with your so-called work," I spat at him and he stopped eating. His grip over the chopsticks tightened and his brows furrowed, displaying an expression of displeasure.

"Armor doesn't work for you, Mi ah. We can't back you up like away. We can't be at your defense whenever you want. Why don't you just stop shitting around and do simple work so all of us could be at peace?" he snapped, gritting his teeth and I banged my fist on the table.

"Shitting around? You call my job shitting around. I am a reporter for fuck's sake. And who asked you to back me up? I can fucking save myself from whatever shit I fuck around. I don't need any knights in shining armor for your concern," I got up to leave but unfortunately, he wasn't in a mood to have this end without a war of words.

"Try to understand me instead of getting angered. I am being patient here," he spoke calmly. Why would he be provoked when he was setting constraints on my job? 

"Do you think I fucking care about you being patient? Just leave me, Jimin. I thought we would have a great night but I should have remembered your change in mood could never be anticipated. Also remember, you don't have to involve in my work anymore. I can save myself, either by dumping myself into a garbage bin or by jumping into the Han River. Don't worry, I will try to stay alive," I snapped at him, shoving his hand away.

"Shut up! Are you nuts? Why don't you understand what I am trying to convey? I respect your job. I genuinely do but what should I do when I see you in pathetic conditions every week. What if I am not available at that moment? What if Armor is implementing a mission during that time?" he roared and I flinched at the sudden rise in his octaves.

I hate it when he tries to boss around

"I don't need you to protect me. I can protect myself," I retorted and Jimin stood up, clenching his jaw.

"If not for you, I wouldn't have ended up here. It was your choice to save me and I never asked for it. You were the one who persuaded me to inform about my whereabouts and call you when in trouble. Stop trying to make me quit what I love. I was alive before I met you and I can stay alive without you," I lashed out at him, venting out the feelings that were bottled up inside for a very long time till now.

"Fine, we will talk about it later. Have your food first," he tried to convince me and I looked at him, painfully. I still ponder over how he could not express the slightest of emotions. He is phlegmatic, his smile as scarce as water during the season of drought, and the extreme hue of emotion he showcased was his anger that only contained a few growls and glares.

How can I understand what he is feeling when he couldn't express it?

I know he has trouble with expressing but what's the point of this relationship when he doesn't even try? All I crave is his true and genuine efforts but I end up being satisfied with his presence and the love he showers on the bed. 

I don't want us to be just physical

I believe we are more than just that

"I don't have the mood to eat. You continue eating. Please leave me alone for some time. I need space," I spoke, heavy heartedly and he nodded. This was the easiest part for him. He wasn't the one to cling or hold onto before we could slip away like the loose sand. But little did he know, it's slowly dripping out of his cold embrace.

I fastened my steps to our room, not wanting to stare at him more and puke out my emotions. All he would do in return is pull me into a hug or plant a small kiss, that wasn't always enough to calm the thunders inside. Slamming the door with a loud thud, I swallowed the whimpers before they could amplify into sobs. 

I don't want to break down

Not when he is in the house

I remember the time when we decided to date. It was onerously hard for me to believe that he had actually wanted to date, considering his attitude and self-centered self back then but I realized he had so much more than that behind his calm face.

He is emotionless and I agreed to deal with it. He warned me in advance and I was all ready to tolerate his cold shrugs for my heart so whipped for him. He is wounded, so bad, so harsh that he blankets it with ice to warm up, to heal. But then, neither did the wounds fade away nor did the ice melt. 

He was glued in the abode of emptiness and hardship but what infuriates me was him adhering to that desolate feeling even when someone leaves the door open for him to escape. He found peace in suffering and the bleak abyss and never puts an ounce of effort to detach from the solitude.

I thought I could help him take a step, I thought he would recover if he would take baby steps but I realized I have overestimated myself. I am sure he rarely thinks of me while he works and the only time he has eyes on me are the ones when I am right in front of him. 

How can I succeed when the effort is just from my side?

A boat with no balance only sinks

I remembered the time when I rolled my sleeves, determined to be the one he needs. Though I know he likes me, it still haunts me for a reason that he never tells it aloud. I wish I was at least important to him, as someone whom he could rely upon, as someone who flashes in his mind at least once in a day. 

I wish to be the cardigan he wears during the cold winters

Sadly, he prefers the smothered fireplace

I chuckled to myself, wondering how I entangled myself into a mesh of knots. Perhaps, had he not helped me that day, we wouldn't have come this far.

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September 2017

(Flashback)

"OH MY GOD!" he screamed, looking at the stained couch which I use for sleeping. My lower abdomen is already playing baseball with my soul and this man was screaming in a very high pitch. Is he trying to make me deaf as revenge for me splashing strawberry milkshake on his white shirt?

"I know this is embarrassing but-" I paused, fiddling with my fingers but he looked horrified as if turned into a supernatural being and was ready to eat him. Of course, my happiness would multiply a thousandfold if something like that happens.

"Why are you bleeding?" he asked, petrified as if I am some vampire swimming in the bloodbath

"I am on period. Can you please get me some sanitary napkins? I can't really go outside like this," I requested, trying to look pitiful so that his stone heart could comply with my plea. But then, he stood frozen, gawking at the bloodstain and my disheveled attire with eyes that popped out like eggs.

"It's paining like hell. I can't even carry myself. My uterus is hosting a basketball match with my ovaries, do you understand?" I yelled the last line, snapping him from his trip to an imaginary island of stones and shellfishes.

"Just stay here without causing a commotion to my house, alright? I will go to my office and work," he sputtered and I looked at him, dumbfounded. Does he even know that I am on the verge of stabbing myself with pain and how irritating it is under, overly bleeding just when I was stuck in an ocean of shit?

"I know you liked taking revenge but now is not the time. I am on my period and trust me, it's too much for me to handle. I can't go outside," I practically begged him, helplessness shrouding my soul though I felt utterly miserable to land in a condition like this.

I shouldn't have researched about him and his organization. Even if I did, I should have been careful enough to not get caught red-handed. I shouldn't have prodigiously exaggerated my skill of possessing a knack for unwrapping the dark history of any living organism in this world.

I thought I was being professionally incognito

But I was just being an overconfident bitch

And now I am stuck in his confinement

"Just stay calm and don't irritate me," he muttered, pacing his steps away and I looked at him in absolute bewilderment. How can a person be thoughtless when a girl is on her menstrual days, without an aid? 

Heck, he didn't even give a damn

I wish I could punch that asshole's face with a boxing glove or better burn all his expensive white shirts in the electric stove's flame. But I don't even have the energy to raise my leg. A wave of disgust flooded inside me, finding myself so filthily soaked in blood.

Not having another option left, I stood up myself, fighting against the excruciating pain, playing hip-hop tracks inside me. I feel my muscles sore, a strange feeling of being abandoned gushing inside me despite the fact that I lived alone my entire life.

A pool of tears blurred my vision as I rummaged through his closet to find some comfortable pajamas. It's fucking mortifying to see myself like this, incapable and weak. I pulled out around five cotton handkerchiefs and arranged them into a thick piece of cloth, hopeless with the man locking the door and not heeding to my appeal.

Had it not been illegal, I would have whacked his plump ass and murdered that shortie long back

"What kind of motherfucker is he? Even an asshole would spare someone during the uterus-bursting days. Forget it, he is a dickhead, a fucking arrogant dick, even a dumbfuck is better than that fucker, " I cursed, all ready to prepare a diss track on that scumbag of an asshat.

I cried, very uncomfortable with the world's worst arrangement to sustain during periods. I fucking resent my hormones with every inch of my body for sparking the feels of extreme despair and the urgency to pounce on a cheesecake and a ten-meter dark chocolate bar.

Forget about chocolate, I am not even provided with a sanitary pad

Why does he act so cool when he doesn't even have an idea of how to treat a woman during periods?

I took a long shower in his bath, relishing the hot water and immense pleasure greatly, and performing a rap filled with the most obscene curses on that shortass. As I finished the bath for one long-ass hour, I felt like sobbing, missing the warmth and bliss. 

I tried to stay strong though bombs of unease were being shot at me with a cannon inside my body. One hour passed by and I want to take a knife and stab him continuously without a break. No, I wanted to stab myself ruthlessly for being so reckless while trying to research about that barbarous douche bag.

Another hour passed and I groaned, feeling irritated and prickly all over. I realized I stained the pants again and let out an exasperated grunt. I genuinely hope men are born with a uterus and that would be my last wish before I die. 

If not men, at least that short ass of a shitbag

"I swear that jackass dies by stepping on a banana peel," I muttered, frustrated as I picked another set of handkerchiefs from his cupboard after disposing of the previous ones. As I struggled to manage with my so-called poop-medal-worthy arrangement, I looked at his neat closet filled with all clean and pressed clothes.

He should regret allowing me to use his closet

Taking the sharp lustrous scissors in my hand, I laughed evilly, starting to neatly cut his favorite white T-shirts in equal fragments. No revenge could be tastier than this. I will forever frame his reaction after seeing these torn pieces of cloth and make sure to reward my hardwork by using them to wipe away my sneeze. 

After ruining four of his shirts, I felt guilty for some reason, not for that jerk though. I felt guilt for destroying expensive shirts that could bring home so much money if sold on eBay. 

My stomach then grumbled but I didn't want to eat the boring salad he left for me. He doesn't belong to this planet, considering his lifestyle.

Another hour passed by and tears rolled out of my eyes with the unbearable pain piercing through my abdomen. I tossed and turned over, closing my eyes and slapping myself to fall asleep but nothing but the nauseous feeling hugged my soul, just like the snake pretending to be your bae.

I got up on my feet and then sat down with a thud, pulling out my hair in pinnacles of frustration, and hugged my knees. I curled myself close, resting my head on my knee caps, and whimpered, recollecting all the times where I had to take care of myself in pain all alone, the times when my boss threw all the judgemental looks whenever I requested a day off.

No one cared about me

It hurts now that I couldn't even help myself now

"Hey," a voice snapped me from my first phase of the crying session. I realized that bastard was right in front of me and wondered if I was so distressed that I didn't even notice him coming in. I quickly wiped my tears and threw a scowl at him.

"What the fuck do you want now? The stain on the couch?  I will clean it later. I fucking don't have the energy now," I scoffed at him and he shook his head in negation. He parted his lips to speak something but closed them again. I soulfully wished for a fly to enter his mouth and damage his organs.

Only if a fly could be that powerful

"I brought...I brought your pads. I don't..know your size...so... I bought three kinds," he stuttered and I was brainy enough to pinch myself so that I could confirm this is a dream. Thankfully, it didn't pain much so I smiled, relieved that this is all my blunt imagination.

"Ouch," I winced loud when he pinched my arm, a red hue dusking the spot where he performed his callous action.

"This is not a dream. Get up and wash yourself. Leave the stained clothes in the laundry basket. I will ask ajhumma to wash them later," he spoke and I'd definitely believe that he is Jimin's twin or someone who looks like Jimin as that scoundrel can't be this sweetcake.

"You left me. You left me in pain. You are a jerk, asshole, crazy bastard, arrogant fucker," I spewed all curses mindlessly, hitting his shoulder twice and pushing him away. I couldn't believe I cried because of being left alone and that he had seen me breaking down.

"Now enough, just go and change. Will you?", he urged and I stared at him, doubtfully.

"Gosh! Don't be a brat and go, freshen up. I will move the couch to a corner and I don't mind you using the other couch there," he pointed at the other black one which he refused to let me use when I literally begged for the first time. Not wanting to let go of the golden opportunity, I took the pads from his hands and rushed to his room. 

How the fuck did he turn from a meanie to a mild softie?

I took a bath and freshened up, feeling at peace after having pads on. I walked out of the room and my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. He looked at me and swiftly turned away as if seeing me would blind his eyes.

Why the fuck did he buy a bucket of chocolate ice cream? 

Shit! That's a soft toy beside him and there is Pizza as well

Did he tighten his screws?

"Don't speak a word. Just take whatever you want. I put some chocolates in the fridge as well," he informed and I nodded, delighted at the heavenly delicacies in front of me. No one can stop me from savoring these lovely masterpieces now.

I started munching on Pizza, my tongue doing backflips with the flavor. I continued devouring the food and then it hit me that there was another living being in the house. I looked at him, curving up a sheepish grin as I handed him the last slice of Pizza.

"It's fine. I am not hungry," he spoke and I shamelessly started eating the last slice.

"I am not used to that," he started and I glanced at his pale face.

"I grew up with no proper woman so I wasn't educated well about all this. I know this is a world of internet but I never had any purpose to search about it until today," he spoke and I coughed, choking on my Pizza and he passed me a glass of water.

"I am sorry to leave you in pain. My hyung told me that it would hurt a lot and warned me that he would kick my ass if I was harsh to you during your periods. I bought you these so they could help you," he confessed and for the first time in my life, my heart fluttered seeing his sudden transition of attitude.

"I accept the apology." I forgave him and accepted the heat pack from him. 

"You can use the Massage Chair if you want," he spoke and my face glowed in delight.

"Suit Yourself," he spoke and got up, walking to his room. I giggled, excited with the new treatment, and dug a spoon into the ice cream. As I made a round trip to paradise with the first spoon melting inside my mouth, a bolt of lightning hit my head, remembering the evil stunt I carried out a while ago.

"YAH! LEE KYUNG MI"

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Present

"Are you still awake?", Jimin's raspy voice pulled me out of my dreadful yet beautiful memory.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something," I gathered courage and put the documents in front of him which contained a pact with him and someone named Hannah. With the lack of attention for the past few months, I couldn't help but feel insecure. 

He is my only family

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU TOUCH THEM?" he growled, making me flinch at his tone. I knew he hated whenever I fish out his belongings but the pact made me really curious. 

"We promised not to hide anything from each other. What is this? Why are you yelling? Are you cheating on me?" I spat at him and he roughly grabbed the papers from me, shoving them in his bag.

"Stop blabbering nonsense, Mi ah. I am not in a mood to tolerate your mood swings," he commented and tears welled up my eyes. Was I bothering him so much? Is he tired of me already? Is that why he was distancing from me for few days?

What if he started taking interest in someone else?

"You don't like me the same way anymore, do you? I am just being a heavy string in your life, right?" I confronted him and he sighed, walking towards me. Wiping my tears, he planted a small kiss on my forehead.

"You must be tired. Go to sleep," he mumbled and I pushed him, annoyed that he was avoiding the talk.

"Do I matter to you?" I asked, fear brimming my heart as he closed his eyes to let out another loud sigh.

"You do"

"Then why are you hiding this from me? Who is she? I always tell you everything. Please don't leave me hanging on this," I blubbered, choking out a sob and he held my shoulders, bobbing his head sideways.

"Let's not talk about that. Can we sleep now? I couldn't concentrate on my work," he tried to calm me down but I wasn't ready to take a breather until I get my answers.

"I will not sleep until you reveal it to me"

"WILL YOU STOP BEING SO STUBBORN? UGH! YOU ARE GIVING ME SO MUCH HEADACHE," he was pissed and I pressed my lips tight to hold in my whimpers.

"Just forget about it now, Mi ah," he spoke nonchalantly as if it was nothing huge and he didn't just yell at me. I nodded, crawling myself to bed, and closed my eyes, wanting sleep to hit me fast before I could shed tears. 

I felt him sleeping beside me and slowly his arm encircled my waist. I didn't respond and continued my trials to fall asleep. I gasped when I felt his hands snaking inside my top, burning my senses with his provocative touches inside. I closed my eyes and let out a small moan as he nipped my shoulder bones. 

"STOP"

He retreated his hands in a snap and I got up, facing his perplexed face.

"It's always about you, isn't it? You don't like me doing the interviews so you don't have to waste your time rescuing me, so you want me to quit the job. You aren't able to concentrate on your work so you come to sleep with me. You feel annoyed, then we have sex to vent out your frustration. You need help, then you call me. Till then, I am just someone anonymous in your life. I feel pathetic to find you visiting me only when I am not feeling well or get into some trouble. And I feel even more pathetic to lie to you that I am sick just to have you near me," I burst out and tears streamed down without my consent.

"Mi ah..", he was unable to find the right words, like always.

"It's Kyung Mi for you. I don't need fake endearment," I snapped at him and he didn't speak a word.

"I love you, Jimin"

"I know," he replied, making my heart heavier with grief. Never for once, he replied me back with those magical words. I tried adjusting to him, made my heart a stone to tolerate his antics and fucked up schedule but I am draining myself in the process. I don't want to end up at a point where I would lose myself.

"But I am tired, Jimin. I am tired of being the only one who contributes to this relationship. You display no effort. I tried a lot but this is my limit," I professed and wrinkles creased on his forehead. 

"I am breaking up with you," I finally said the most hurting words that felt like a thousand pangs in my heart but what hurt me more was his dead silence. The fact that he acknowledged my words but didn't care to fight back torments me so much. 

"I am leaving your house. I don't need your shelter anymore. Thank you for letting me use it all this time. I will transfer the amount I need to pay for the rent in installments," I spoke and started to pack my clothes from the closet in haste.

"You can stay here"

"You can stay here. I will move out," he declared and I smiled painfully through my tears. What is he trying to achieve by providing me luxury? I wish he knew. I wish he knew I am hungry for his love and not for the riches.

"What do you want to achieve from that? I am setting myself free from your self-centered personality," I hurled, closing the suitcase and putting my essentials in another bag. It aches a lot to walk out of his place, to walk out of his life but then, he happened to walk out of my life even before I decided to wrap myself in this bitter agony.

"Today, I realized I am not even worth fighting for," I mumbled to myself, striding my steps out of the room. I took a last glance at his back and cried to myself that he wasn't even moving an inch. I bolted towards the door madly, refraining from standing in his place, too scared if my poor heart would wither away with the hopeless anguish storming inside me. 

The cold brush of wind stroked my skin as I stepped out, making me shiver silently. I looked at the isolated road, closely relatable to my life right now, empty and alone, again. 

It kills me from deep within that I will not be texting him anymore to have his meals on time, I will not remind him of his medicines, and that we will not sit together to solve something we are stuck at. 

I looked at the early morning sky and dialed a number on my phone. There is one person I can depend on. I got a reply in a minute and then sat down on one of the seats at the bus stop, waiting for the vehicle to pick me up.

I wiped my tears and chuckled to myself. I thought he won't let go of me easily but I never knew it would be this simple for him.

Loving you is a losing game, Park Jimin

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Phlegmatic

having an unemotional and stolidly calm disposition

Author's Note:

Thank you for the 7K reads firstly. And as I have said, this is a filler chapter, calmer and less suspenseful than the previous ones. Can't help, it turned out long again (5.5k words) Excuse my typos since it's almost 4:00 in the morning here.

And there was a time where I mentioned that Jimin will go to his(Kyung Mi's house) and some of you thought he was a guy but then, I used 'his' because it was technically Jimin's house. 

Thanks to all for supporting me. Please don't forget to vote as well.

Also, this book will not have another update till the 26th of June since I have semester exams(final) ahead and gotta study cuz I don't know shit. Wish me luck!!

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