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➵ CHAPTER 12 | PARENTS 🔜

"Y/N!" He cried before jumping into my arms. "It's not fair. It's not fair." He whimpered, crying into my shoulder.

"It's okay, Jimin. Just let it go." I said, rubbing his back comfortingly. I let him cry for a bit before lifting him back up so I could see his face. "What's wrong?" I questioned.

"I'm sick of this! My parent's always think they know what's best for me. I decide whether my friends are good or bad for me. They think they know me but they don't. They're too caught up with work to know me!" Jimin shouted, tears streaming down his face.

"Jimin..." I said, wiping his tears.

"Tell me, Y/N. What should I do?" Jimin exasperated.

"Jimin, you need to tell them what's wrong and if they don't accept you, there will be people who do. I will accept you. The rest of BTS will accept you. The person who will be your future love will accept you. Just keep being you and only you." I said.

"Thank you, Y/N. Thank you." Jimin said, wiping away the stray tears.

"Why don't you get cleaned up?" I said.

"Yeah, I'll do that. You can watch the TV if you want." Jimin said before walking up the stairs. I turned on the TV and flicked through all the channels until I got to the music channel. They were talking about some new artist but then they played the cover I did of 'I Hate U, I Love U'. My jaw went slack and my mind was about to burst open. After the song, two presenters went on to talk about me.

Presenter 1: So, this was internet sensation, Cherry. How was her voice?

Presenter 2: Absoulutely phenomenonal! I think she's a rising star.

Presenter 1: On social media there are groups who are dedicated on finding out who Cherry is.

Presenter 2: I heard there's a fan site and her followers are called 'Cherishers'.

Presenter 1: Cherry, if you're listening to me, please, we need to see who you are.

Presenter 2: The Cherishers want to see you.

Presenter 1: Everyone does.

I zoned out and felt my head. Did I have a fever or something? I must dreaming. "Y/N? Are you okay?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, smiling at Jimin.

"Well, I decided to face my parents. It's time I got this sorted out." Jimin said.

"Great! I guess you don't need a fake girlfriend then." I said, getting up from the sofa.

"Yup. You can escape from this wretched house." Jimin said, giving me an eye smile.

"Text me what happens. See you later." I said, stepping into the hallway and slipping on my flats.

"Let me drop you off." Jimin said.

"Yay! Another's trip on the death trap. Or should I say Sally." I said, sarcastically. Jimin chuckled whilst picking up his keys and walking to the motorbike. I cautiously sat on the motorbike and wrapping my arms around his waist again. The ride home was still scary and I think I actually did deafen Jimin.

I streched my numb limbs once I had finally gotten off Sally. Jimin stayed on and said, "I'll see you later."

"Sadly." I teased.

"Meanie Beanie!" Jimin pouted.

"Bye!" I chuckled.

"Thank you, Y/N." Jimin said before speeding off on his motorbike. I smiled to myself as I opened my front door. I hope Jimin sorts everything out. He really was a nice person. I chucked my flats off and went up to my room before ripping off my dress and changing into some comfortable clothes. I sighed as I plopped onto my bed and slowly sink into a deep sleep.