His Guardian Angel [JiKook]

Fated or Not?

Jungkook P.O.V
Who the hell is he? Pretending to care? I suppressed a choked laughter. Well, I am not going to let him hurt me.

"Hey! If we are fated to meet again, please don't walk away like this!"

That boy's voice rang in my head yet again. Argh he's so annoying! I plucked another tissue from its box and wiped away my tears.
Tears of anger, frustration and fear. I dreaded going home. Most people think that their own home is the best place they can be in, but I strongly disagree with this statement. I hated seeing the faces of what people call my parents. I never regarded them as part of me. They tortured me to no end ever since my baby brother died in an accident and that old man's business flopped soon after. They thought I was the jinx. I couldn't remember when was the last time my skin wasn't marked with bruises and dried blood and I couldn't recall when was the last day I didn't cry alone until I had no strength left. That old hag was smart enough to hit me in places nobody would ever discover. Everything was perfectly hidden under my clothes.
I snapped out of my thoughts as I recognised the familiar place. The place where I hated the most. Thank god those people were asleep. I slipped through the window silently and crept into my bed. An image of the boy I saw earlier formed in my mind once again as soon as I lay down
Jeon Jungkook!!
I mentally screamed to myself and pushed the thoughts away. Hugging the pillow beside me, I closed my swollen eyes and let the darkness envelope me.

~the next day~
Jimin P.O.V
*rrriiinggggg*
I groaned and slammed the alarm clock.
8.00am, Saturday
Aish, I forgot to turn off the alarm yesterday! Who in the right mind would set an alarm on a weekend...
I shuffled to the toilet and looked into the mirror. My hair was sticking out in all directions and I looked terrible. Suddenly, memories of last night's events came crashing. Something about that boy made me want to stay by his side. I wanted to see him. I missed company. My parents left me way too soon and I never mixed well in school. Sighing, I prepared myself for the lonely day ahead. I decided to visit the old coffee shop down the street. The shop owner was an old lady with a kindly face. She too, was a lonely soul and we often keep each other company. As I entered the shop, a familiar figure caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks and my jaw dropped a little.
No way.

A/N
Who did Jimin see? Find out in the next chapter :) Thanks for reading!