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C H A P T E R  T E N

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"What did you just say?"

Hoseok looked over at me, wondering why I was freaked out. "Uh, Aurelia or some shit like that."

My face went red, but it's a good thing it was getting late so no one would see me. I scooted closer to him, not able to believe the words that came out of his mouth.

"When did he tell you that?"

"Some time before he left." He estimated, not entirely sure when Jimin spilt his feelings.

"And you're one hundred percent sure?" I asked, holding my knees together.

"Mhm." He nodded, then turned back to have a  conversation with his girlfriend. I quickly grabbed my things, running down the stairs.

For those of you who are confused, Brooke knows Rae's real name, but she just wasn't listening to their conversation (:

"Where is she going?" Brooke mumbled, asking Hoseok who just shrugged.

"Maybe she has somewhere to be." He assumed, grabbing another beer from the cooler.

I put my jacket on, breathing out the cold smoky air. He had to have gotten the names mixed up. There's no way he would've told Hoseok my real name.

"Taxi." I yelled out, stepping on the sidewalk as the yellow car came forward. I showed him the address, and sat back anxiously. Jimin had to be home by now, unless he's out drinking.

I payed the man, before jumping out of the car and lightly shutting the door. My parents think I'm spending the night at Brooke's house, so it would seem odd if they saw me stepping out of a taxi in the middle of the night. I ran up the steps to Jimin's house, even though there was no sign of his car in the driveway.

I rang on the door bell a couple times, stepping back from the door way. I saw the dark hallway light up, and footsteps coming closer and closer. To my disappointment, it was his mother, not him.

She had a tall wine glass in her left hand, and a remote in her right hand. She looked me up and down, before raising her brows.

"Yes?" She asked impatiently. I knew she hated my mother, but I didn't think she had a problem with me. Maybe it was because I was at her door in the middle of the night.

"Is Jimin home?" I asked, knowing that would sound suspicious, but I didn't really care at this point.

She pushed the door open, letting me walk inside. The house, as usual, smelt like a mixture of vodka, cigarettes, and way too many lit candles. She sat on the grey couch, while I sat across from her.

"So? Is he here?" I asked a second time, hoping she'd say yes. Instead, she just obnoxiously chuckled.

"That boy is never home before five a.m." She took a sip from the white wine in her hand. "Why are you looking for him?"

I bit my lower lip, trying to think of a good excuse. "Uh, well he was talking about quitting work, and I wanted to talk him out of it, that's all."

She raised her brow. "Jimin would never quit that job."

"Why?"

"Because the bastard can't get any other job without failing his damn drug test." She clearly seemed annoyed. "He said he stopped, but I don't believe him for a second."

"I mean I knew he smoked, but I don't know he did other drugs..." I admitted to her, but immediately regretted it when I looked at her face.

"How would you know that?" She asked, eyeing me.

"He sometimes takes a smoke break at work." I gotta admit, it was good at this. She'll never know I was actually with him today.

She set her wine glass on the table, rather harshly. "Are you fucking with my son?"

"What?" My eyes widened, and I immediately shook my head. "No ma'am, of course not."

She sighed. "That boy has never used protection a day in his life. Don't get caught up with boys like him."

"H-he's your son though?"

"I'm not exactly proud of what I raised." She mumbled, picking up her drink again. "I know I may not be on the best terms with your mother, but I have no reason to set you up for a disappointing future."

I thought about her words, and it really hit me. One of Jimin's most beloved hobbies are messing with girls, then leaving them after he gets what he wants, because he can't stick with just one thing. Just like smoking. He does every drug on the table, because just having one doesn't satisfy him as much.

"Have you tried to get him to stop?" I asked his mother, who looked like she was about to fall asleep onto the pillow under her.

"I've tried everything from flushing it away, cursing at the bastard, and kicking him out of the house. It doesn't work." She tiredly explained. "His father can deal with him."

"Where is his father?"

"On the other side of the country with his girlfriends." She chuckled, but seemed sort of hurt. "Like father like son."

I felt awful, knowing how hard it is to deal with a child whose had it tough growing up. As I was deep in my thought, the doorbell rang twice. His mom lazily walked over, but sighed as soon as she saw red and blue lights flashing from the window. "Not again."

She opened the door, and greeted the officer whom she's known for years now. "How are you Ted." She mumbled, knowing how this routine was going to play out.

"I'm doing well tonight." He smiled, looking behind him. The other police man turned Jimin around, who was completely drenched in water, un cuffing him. He pushed past his mom, not even realizing I was there, and went to his room.

"What is it this time?" She asked, as he handed her the warning. This is the hundredth warning he's gotten since the cop is trying his hardest to let things slide. "Trespassing, drunk driving, swimming in private lake." She read out loud.

"Nothing new." She mumbled, making the cop laugh. 

"Take it easy on him. He's had a rough night." The police man advised before tipping his hat. "Have a goodnight."

"You too officer."

She shut the door, and her face turned into beast mode. She stomped towards the stairs, and I reached my arm out.

"Maybe, I can talk to him." I offered, giving her my best pleading look. She brushed me off with her hand. "Just get the drugs out of my house."

"Okay." I smiled, making my way up to his room. For some reason, I was actually really nervous. I thought he would snap at me for even being here. I knocked on his door, but never got an answer back.

"Jimin?" I called out his name this time, but oddly enough, he still wouldn't say anything back. I pushed his door open, finding him sprawled out on the floor.  The area he laid in was completely wet, as his clothes were drenched in water. I knelt beside him, tapping him on his shoulder.

"Jimin, it's me. Rae." I whispered, but he still kept his face down. I watched his chest rise, and slowly sink back down.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked, not really knowing how to help him. Once again, his mouth stayed shut, so I decided to just sit by him until he was in the mood for speaking.

"I could've died." He mumbled, gaining my attention. I scooted closer to him, so that I could hear him better.

"I know." I chuckled. "You have to be more careful."

"No." He aggressively muttered from the hardwood floor. "I tried to kill my self."

I was completely shocked by his words, and moved myself away from him. "What are you talking about?"

He slightly lifted his head above the ground. "I was drunk and emotional." He mumbled. "I wanted to kill myself, and I jumped into the river."

I was speechless.

I didn't know what to say, because it was something that couldn't be taken lightly. Even though he says he was drunk, doesn't mean it should be ignored.

"Jimin, why would you try and kill yourself?" I asked, in a calm voice to sooth his depression.

"Fuck life." He mumbled.

"Jimin, look at me." I straightened my face, trying to push him over. "Tell me what's wrong?"

"I just told you. Fuck my life." He exaggerated every word, rubbing his head in pain.

"Are you alright?" I asked, noticing him shut his eyes.

"It fucking hurts." He could feel the throbbing in his temples. I brought my hand to his head, trying to get him to look at me.

"I'm gonna get you some medicine." I quickly stood up, but his hand grabbed my shirt, harshly pulling my back down.

"You can't."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why not? You don't feel well."

"I'm on so much shit right now."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Jimin, you need to stop taking drugs, I'm worried about you."

He chuckled, which surprised me to be honest. "Don't lie to me just because you feel sympathetic."

"I'm not lying Jimin, I care about you." I repeated myself, but with more emotion this time.

"Then do something for me." He mumbled.

I gulped, knowing what this guy was about. When I said the words I care about you, I meant as in a friend way, but of course he loves to twist that.

"W-what?" I tried to stay chill, but the stuttering clearly didn't help my confidence.

"You know how you're my neighbor and all?" He asked, as if I'd say no.

"Uh, yeah."

"Don't you think it's a waste that such a pretty girl and a handsome guy don't fuck with each other." He bluntly suggested, looking over at me.

Uhhh, bipolar much?

I awkwardly attempted to find a casual response to his comment. "I think we're meant to be enemies." I chuckled, trying to avoid the seriousness of his question, but he didn't react the same way.

Instead, he sat back with his thighs slightly spread out, giving me the look. You all know the look, I don't have to explain it.

This is for all of the my innocent readers who don't know what the "look" is. I know it by heart. ♡ :,)

Hey guys, it's ya boi, coming back from the dead.

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"I should probably-

"Pull that shirt up." He licked his lips, tracing his eyes over my chest. I knew I should've listened to his mother. I was in his danger zone now, and there was no way out.

"How about I call one of your girlfriends up for you?" I offered, grabbing the phone. He put his hand over mine, setting the phone back down, and leaning closer.

"Jimin, you're drunk." I tried to push his chest, but he refused to listen to me.

"I'm not drunk." He insisted, but I knew he was. He was drinking with Jungkook for hours.

"Jimin, you need to stop." I whispered, not knowing what this man was doing to me. I lost my bitchy attitude and became this vulnerable quiet girl.

"What." He mumbled. "Just let me kiss you." I shivered as his lips came in contact with my neck. I pushed my hands out, pushing his back far enough so I could roll form under him.

"You need help Jimin." I stepped back towards the door, wanting to leave, but also worried about him. I was worried that he would do something stupid after I left.

"Just fucking leave." He muttered, letting his head fall onto his pillow. I couldn't leave him like this. He was drunk and messed up. I sat beside him on the bed, moving his hair from his face. I leaned over, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.

"Feel better." I whispered, before leaving his room. I walked down stairs, and to my luck, his mother was asleep on the couch. I didn't want her to start bombarding me with questions that I didn't want to answer. It's bad enough she thinks I have casual sex with her son.

Shit, I completely forgot something. I don't have anywhere to go. I can't go back home, because my parents will know I wasn't at Brooke's house. I cant go back to Brooke's house, because she's with her boyfriend at his house. What the hell do I do?

I sighed, before walking back upstairs. I know Jimin would be mad, but I also know he'd understand. I opened the door to find him in the same position. He peaked his eye open once he heard the door, but showed no emotion.

"I have no where to stay, so I'm gonna sleep on the floor and I'll be out of here by 6." I whispered, hoping he wouldn't be angry with me. He got up, and I slowly back away. He threw his pillow onto the floor, laying himself in the spot I was going to take. I looked over at the empty bed he left for me.

"Jimin, you need it more than I do." I talked to him from the floor, but he just turned himself and closed his eyes. I sighed, feeling a wave of guilt take over.

"Thanks." I whispered, before laying in his bed. Truth is, I couldn't sleep the entire night. I felt awful for always letting him down, but at the same time I had to defend myself. I knew he needed company, but I don't let people like him use me for their own pleasure.

I closed my eyes, and tried to focus on positive things. Like how me and Jimin have a shift together for five hours tomorrow, shit.

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