JIMIN POV
“Sir.” I ordered spitefully. God I can't even look at her.
Her smile faded a little when she knew I wasn't joking.
“Are you deaf?” I asked her again. She was scared. She should be.
“What's wrong, Jimin? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice was getting weaker.
I suddenly pushed the files and coffee towards her. It stained her dress. I don't care.
“SIR.” I said louder.
Her eyes were tearing up.
My eyes were becoming soft. No. My mother's image flashed in front of my eyes.
I looked at her coldly.
“Sir.” She said, her voice feeble.
“Good, now get lost.” I said as I looked back into my files.
She went out and ran away. I knew to do what.
It hurts. It's not her fault. I know...
But everytime I look at her or hear her name all I can see is my mother's dead body.
I cupped my face in my hands.
I want to run after her.
Tell her 'I'm sorry'.
I want to tell her to screw all the rules and come hug me.
But I will learn to hate her.....
Who am I kidding? Can I really hate her?
I am supposed to but I don't.
How can I? It's not her fault. It's our parents who fucked up.
Yes, I know.
This is all so fucked up.
I guess..... I .....like her..
It's wrong, I know.
But as long as it's in my fucked up little head and nobody knows about it...It's fine, right?
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