"What do you mean you don't know? What's your plan?"
                          
     "I had no plan in the first place."
                          
      "Park Jimin what are you—"
                          
      He places his hand on my lips, "Shush."
                          
      I groaned and look for Ms Do. It was pretty easy, having her sparkly dress. 
                          
     She had ordered a drink and was sipping it like any other rich lady. 
                          
     She's not even doing anything. What is there to watch?
                          
      "It's so boring." I complained. 
                          
      "Eotteoke? My Miyeon is bored."
                          
      "Don't be cheesy."
                          
     I glanced at Ms Do again, who was know talking to someone over the phone. 
                          
     "... bankruptcy... Park Enterprises..." I could faintly hear her saying.
                          
      I signalled Jimin to come closer. 
                          
     "Wae, do you want to kiss me?" he says playfully. 
                          
     "I'm serious!" I scolded. 
                          
     "Arraseo arraseo."
                          
      "Ms Do is on the phone talking about your dad's company and bankruptcy." 
                          
      Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. 
                          
      "Is something the matter?" 
                          
      He suddenly shoots his head up, "Shit."
                          
      "Wae?"
                          
     "Does she have the file? Oh shit if she does... then she can make Park Enterprises bankrupt!"
                          
      "Holy fuck, what now?!" I had just shouted a little too loud, because she turned her head and saw me. 
                          
     "Shit. J-Jimin she saw me."
                          
     "I'm going to call appa. It's not safe here, she probably is going to hire somebody to take you away again, let's go."
                          
     Pulling my wrist, he calls his appa. 
                          
     A black car pulls up not long after and we got in. 
                          
     Like Jimin said, two men in black came out of the café. I guess they are here to look for me. 
                          
     Clenching Jimin's hand, I trembled, "J-Jimin I don't want to go back into her clutches. I want to stay with you. Please let me stay with you."
                          
     He pats my head, "I won't let them take you away, not when I know I'm gonna take years to find you."
                          
     He tried to sound strong, but I could sense that fear hiding behind his strong tone. 
                          
     I don't blame him. It took us 2 years to reunite.
                          
      "Pali kaja." he instructed the driver and the driver nods slightly. 
                          
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     After a 20 minutes drive, we still haven't reached Jimin's rented house. 
                          
     He frowned and mumbled, "The house should be only 10 minutes away, why is it taking so long."
                          
     "Do you want me to ask the guy?"
                          
      "No, wait." he suspiciously eyes the driver and discreetly started to text his appa. 
                          
       I peered over to take a look as well. 
                          
P. Jimin: Is the driver you sent a middle aged man in a green jacket?
                          
Appa👨🏻: I was just about to text you. My driver has reached the destination but he can't see you. And what's with green jacket. You know all our drivers wear tuxedos. 
                          
P. Jimin: Bwoh?! Then who is the one who picked us up?!
                          
Appa👨🏻: Jimin, turn on your tracker now!
                          
P. Jimin: Okay it's on. Please come, pali!
                          
Appa👨🏻: Arraseo!
                          
     I looked up from the screen and gripped the hem of my shirt, "Jimin, what do we do now?"
                          
     Jimin bit his lips. 
                          
      "Jimin?"
                          
      "Miyeon, salanghae."
                          
      Before I could react, he lunged infront and turned the wheel, directing the car towards a tree. 
                          
    As the car approaches the tree, Jimin throws me out of the door and far away from the car before it crashes into the tree. 
                          
    Jimin flew out and landed hard on the floor. 
                          
    "JIMIN!" crying, I rushed over to him and pulled him away from the car before it started to catch fire at the front. 
                          
     Oil was leaking. 
                          
     I quickened my steps and managed to dodge behind a large rock before the car and exploded. 
                          
     After the heat passed, a placed my hand on Jimin's face and begged, "Jimin ah, wake up! Wake up!"
                          
     Perfect timing, a black posh car drove up and the driver got Jimin in the car as Jimin's appa consoles me. 
                          
     "Miyeon, it's going to be alright. It'lll be alright. My adeul is a strong boy. He will make it through."
                          
    I couldn't answer to it. 
                          
    I was scared I might lose him. 
                          
    Right after I found him. 
                          
    Why are we always getting separated? Why is fate so mean? 
                          
     Wae?
                          
     And now I can't do anything but wait. 
                          
     In pain. 




                          
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yayy my writers block is gone! this is shitty so... please give it lots of hate! :)
                          
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