ENIGMA | JIMIN

?twelve?

The one thing that made you and Jimin who you were was the fact that you both trusted each other.

Trust.

Trust was the solid ground you were both standing on, without it everything was bound to crumble and he dared set someone at your tail?

You had shown him with every part of you who you were loyal to.
How could he do such a thing after everything you had done for him?

Before him the only person you trusted was your grandmother and you even went against her for him.

You sit up and run your hands through your red hair.

You had left her when she was just two days away from dying, you had left the only person who had taken care of you because you couldn't see yourself away from him.

You couldn't stay in this city anymore, you just couldn't. The memories that creeped up on you, haunted you, made you feel like you were going insane.

It killed you to leave her but you had no choice. You had to leave everyone and everything behind.

The fact that he doubted you after everything you had seen, everything you had willingly done for him...in the name of love...

You shut your tear filled eyes as the flashes start filling your head, they pound at the surface of your brain begging you to let them in.

You tug at your hair feeling the air around you slowly leave you...

FLASHBACK
3 Years Ago

You give yourself a look in the mirror and can't help the shock look on your face.

When Jimin had said he'd send you a dress for a party he was hosting you honestly thought he was joking.

Why would he want someone like you at a party he was hosting?

You didn't belong with all those people of the elite and you had made that perfectly clear to him but he simply brushed that information off.

"All that matters is that you come for me, not for them but for me"

You couldn't deny his words had awoken the butterflies you believed dead.

You didn't know what it was like to be in love but with every second that passed you believed in everything he said, every little promise he made, you were starting to believe in him...

You fiddle with your fingers and take a deep breath just as you notice your grandmother stumble weakly into your bedroom with her cane.

You turn to her "Oh nana" you sigh and walk over to help her.

She coughs roughly and you wince at the sound, she brushes your worry away with a weak hand.

"You look so beautiful, just like your mother"  she wheezes and you give her a little smile, the mention of your own mother tugging at your heart.

It's not everyday nana mentions your mother but when she does...when she does it always saddens you.

"It's the man I talked to you about, the one who bought your medicine and sent us food to fill the fridge, remember?" You ask softly and she nods but you can see the worry look in her eyes as she cups your cheek with a shaky hand.

"Are you sure he wants nothing in return?" she asks and you look down.

Your grandmother didn't know the sacrifices it takes out of you to bring food on the table but she still worries for you, almost deep down she wonders, guesses, or secretly prays it isn't the case...