44. Late Night Antics

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I'm relieved when the call connects after the second ring.

"Appa?" I ask hesitantly.

"Hey, kiddo, what've you been up to?" He replies in his nonchalant, loving father voice. I let out a breath of relief before tears start forming in my eyes.

Oh, thank goodness.

"You're okay." I part-state, part-ask, catching Jimin's relieved look as I do so.

"'Course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be okay?" His voice trails off for a second after saying it, but the statement is there regardless.

"Nothing, Appa. It's good to hear your voice."

He chuckles. "You too, Kyung Mi. You should call more often. I know you're busy with college and all, but I miss you."

"Sure, Dad. I will." I say with a sniffle.

He's okay.

+++

On the ride home, I'm exhausted. My throat is aching from all the explaining to police officers following my outburst at Dong Yoo. My eyes start to droop and my arms start to tremble.

Focus, Kyung Mi.

I harden my grip on the steering wheel and stare down the road ahead. There's no room for drowsiness when you're driving.

"Pull over."

"Huh?" Jimin's voice sends me out of my entranced state as I look over at him. He slowly reaches over to the wheel as he commands me to slow down, turning it into the shoulder by the side of the road.

"I'm driving." He simply states before getting out of the passenger seat. I stare at the space where his body used to be, the beeping of an open door ringing in my ears, before shaking out of it and unbuckling my seatbelt.

Jimin opens my door for me and grins when he sees my slow movements. "Thank goodness I told you to stop driving when I did."

"Hmm." I say.

I wanted to stay awake to keep Jimin company, but sitting in the passenger seat, the soft material engulfing me comfortably, only made me more tired. I ended up falling asleep within seconds.

When I come to and open my eyes, I recognize my baby pink pillow and mattress. Heavy-eyed, I turn to the big window and see it is night outside.

Jimin is sleeping at his regular spot, the small couch across my room. I stare at his serene position, seeing his back move up and down as he breathes. His face his calm and there's a hint of a smile on his lush lips. The moonlight hitting his face reveals the hint of pink on his cheeks, effectively making him look adorable.

Throat dry, I begrudgingly make my way out of my bed for a glass of water. I sleepily walk towards the kitchen before a figure in the darkness makes me jump.

"Holy shi--Appa?!" I exclaim when I make out the face of the man on the couch.

He'd been eating a croissant, the lamp on the end table next to him turned on, giving a yellow glow to the room.

He looks at me, brows furrowed, before looking down at his croissant. He hesitates before putting the croissant down on the table in front of him and turning to me. "Kyung Mi, I'm sorry, I-I don't-"

"Are you okay?" I run over to him to check for any scars or visible injuries, the conversation from earlier today haunting my mind.

"I think so." He pouts before looking down at his body, presumably as confused as I am, and then glances back at me. "I really have no idea how I got here. I was just thinking about you and suddenly I got this feeling that you were in danger..."

His eyes light up as he grabs my arm. "You're okay? Your head is okay, no injuries there?"

I nod as my ears make out a faint sound and I perk up, making it to be coming from the couch. "Appa, do you hear that buzzing noise?"

Something lights up in his eyes as he looks down, reaches to the cushion below him, and takes Jimin's monitoring watch from it.

"Oh my gosh!" I say, recognizing the device as what Jimin uses as an alarm in case I move too much at night. I take it from him and close the sound.

"Kyung Mi, I'm so sorry." I look up at my father, and his eyes are tearing up. "I think it was me. I think I stole Jimin's watch in the middle of the night. But I just got the feeling it was for your protection..."

I nod repetitively, finally painting a picture of what's going on. "It's okay. Look, Appa-" I start, blood boiling as I start a theory in my head. "I think the Sparked Mafia are messing with us. They're getting into our heads trying to make us believe that the other is in danger. Maybe to make us lower our guards for ourselves?"

He shakes his head, looking confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, earlier today Jimin and I went to visit the man who came with a gun to my apartment-"

"No, not that, I mean the part of the Sparked Mafia. Who are they?"

"What?"

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