ILLICIT | PJM

Thirty-Three

A heavy sigh left my lips and I finally gathered my courage to look in his eyes which were glassy. "Please?" His voice this time wasn't deep, a sense of confidence was not even audible.

"Go ahead."

"My father and my mother they-they-" His voice cracked and the tears were now visible on the brink of his eyes.

"Jimin it's okay if you can't explain-" I said but I was cut off by him

"My parents were killed five years back, by your father. I lost hope, I lost myself until someone came into my life. He was my guardian, he was like my lost brother which I never had. At first the only thing we had on our minds was revenge and nothing more." he finished and took a brief pause.

The words he said took my by storm. All this time I thought that it wasn't my fault for him being here in the first place when I was the root cause of it. Guilt overflooded my body. It washed me away like a huge tide leaving nothing but pure destruction behind. I froze until Jimin shook me from the brief oblivion.

"I killed the wrong people on instructions of other wrong people hoping that one day I would gain their trust and then use it against them. This happened and happened until one day i finally met Jin hyung and I realized that he was the successor of the mafia gang. What surprised me was the fact that he never wanted this too."

And then every secret opened like a bag of brimming surprises. It did nothing but made me more fragile than I already was. He told me how he worked for our biggest rivals and how he became their shore when he was actually supporting Jin oppa all along.

I understood the crystal hate in his eyes for me now. It was all relevant.

"I never lied to you. But yes, I hid things and I'm sorry for that." that sentence was enough for my eyes to go rivers " I don't want to lose you please just stay, my life was like a weapon but you changed that-"

"How can you even say that when my family did things to you which you can't forget even in your dreams?" I questioned him.

"I have known you for the past five years Ayla, I know that you are not like your father." he was like mist, gone and then back again. Tears were streaming down and his hair ruffled. At that instant I just circled his waist with my arms and buried my face in his neck. Like I needed a shield. Like he needed support.

"I hated you but then I realized that you were tired, more importantly you gave up. I noticed you and started tracking you, for taking an advantage. But the deeper I got, the more I realized that behind that strong and careless aura you were fragile. I fell for you and I'm sorry for not telling you." his breath hitched as he cried in my embrace. I could feel the warm tears on my skin. Did I even deserve him?

"It's me who should be sorry. I don't even deserve you Park Jimin. All this time I thought that you held something against me but all the hate and the using makes complete legit sense." I sobbed between the words as I didn't even know how I could apologize to him. Words weren't enough. Nothing was enough.

"I'm sorry but you have to leave me, we can't stay like this it's not doing you any good-" He covered my mouth with his hand

"Shut up, dare you say anything like that ever again." I raised my puffy eyes only to see his eyes, which were shot blood red. His cheeks had trails of dried tears left behind and his lips red and glossy.

"I'm not going anywhere Kim Yeona, not now, not ever." his voice now raspy. I muffled and he quickly removed his hand.

"It's kinda- you know you never called me Yeona."

"I first thought that Yeona suits you better but Ayla goes on you." he smiled.

"Call me whatever you want to. Yeona is just my official name."

"I just want to call you mine," he continued.

"You are still cheesy." I remarked as I wiped his tears with my oversized hoodie's sleeve. "Do Jungkook and Taehyung know about this?"

"Jungkook does, as for Taehyung he will." he sighed and started eating my pasta. All this time Jungkook pretended like he was clueless, when in reality i would've known before that he himself had illegal ties. Not him but technically his family.

"Hey it was prepared for me."

"I'm hungry." he took another bite before shoving a spoon full of hot cheese and sauce into my mouth.

"Jimin." I tugged the hem of his shirt "hmm." he answered back

"I love you."

"I know."

"But that doesn't mean you can take my food." I slapped his arm and he went far away from me. We were back to square one. Fighting.

"Kids stop fighting." a voice echoed throughout the house which belonged to Jin. he was sitting on the staircase, his forehead was against the railing. Was he eavesdropping the entire time?

"Pack up your bags, we're going back to our home."

And by that I knew what he was saying. We're going back to Miami. 

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I have no idea why I'm updating at five in the morning. Anyways so I realized that Oli London spent 150,000 dollars for plastic surgeries and he still looks like trash. Happy Halloween's eve.

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