Dammit, Y/N…. Why aren’t you responding? What’s going on through that cute, tiny skull of yours?
I walk even faster at the thought of her going through what we had discussed earlier, when we first started this relationship.
I can’t lose her. I can’t go through that again.
You lost all control. You wanted to get away. Away from here. Away from everything.
You drove in your car to the nearest abandoned parking lot. It was a couple of streets away from where Jimin’s studio was, but you had to get away from home, just for a while.
You take your pocket knife from your bag and slowly start to take off your skinny jeans.
You hesitate in cutting.
Do you cut?