It was officially the day. Saturday—the last time I dwell on the past. It was just Mrs Kim and I at home. Taehyung had left earlier. I had just been awaiting the bunny so that we can go to the detention centre.

The doorbell had rung, which would have probably been Jungkook. I expected him to text me upon arrival, but I guess that worked too. I slid my phone in my back pocket and proceeded to the door. Upon opening said door, I saw someone who was not the cute bunny.

"Jimin?"

"Ready to go?" He asked nervously but confidently as though I wouldn't have had questions.

"What do you mean?" I asked, "Where is Jungkook?"

I had stepped outside, closing the door behind me to avoid disturbing Mrs Kim. Jimin seemed slightly nervous. His hand had risen above his shoulders, only to rub the nape of his neck.

"Well, you see... Jungkook asked me to accompany you."

A look of disbelief had been painted on my face. Jungkook would never do that without my consent first. Something fishy had been going on, and I knew it.

"I refuse." I said blankly, transferring the disbelieve onto the male in front of me, "I'd rather go myself than with a liar."

With that, I had started to tread away with hastened footsteps. Jimin decided to follow behind me, desperately trying to catch up.

"Wait!" He yelled, "please, wait! Let me come with you!"

I abruptly turned around, facing him. I had seemingly towered over him, despite the fact that he was taller. My aura seemed to have consumed him.

"Tell me the truth," I spoke monotonously, "Where is Jungkook?"

He exhaled a deep sigh. I wasn't sure whether it was a sigh of defeat or a sigh of relief that he had gotten me to stop.

"I asked him to let me go with you instead." He let out.

"Why?" I asked brutally, "for you to repent in my presence?"

He went silent. My words might have struck something in him. He seemed like he didn't want to respond to that.

"Taehyung asked me... well..." he mumbled, finding the right words, "his condition to forgive me was to take you somewhere."

"Where?" I asked blandly.

"I-" he stuttered, "I can't tell you."

I scoffed at him. The audacity that he could have had. I wondered whether he just expected me to believe him after all that had happened.

"I don't have time for this," I chimed as I walked away, not wanting to miss the bus to the detention centre.

Needless to say, he followed me the whole way. He had gotten on the same bus as I did, sitting few seats away from me. I pretended not to know him.

When we were finally at the entrance to the detention centre, he was still behind me. He kept a respectful distance, but one where he could intervene if any conflict happened. 

I was about to walk in when I noticed that he had stopped. He watched me walk towards the door but chose to keep his distance. After exhaling a deep sigh, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"I'll be back," I shouted, earning his attention, "don't go anywhere."

After seeing his nod filled with contentment, I walked. Trepidation had been coursing through my veins. The freedom which—for so long—I had longed for, was almost palpable.

There he sat. He wore the same smug face that he had when I last saw him. He had an irritating smirk drawn on his face. His eyes; still as uncomfortable as I remember them being.

We were divided by a slab of glass—most likely bulletproof. The glass had a metal frame that looked almost as cold as his expression when he had laid eyes on me.

"You look well," he spoke, annoyingly breaking the silence as I sat down.

"I bet you'd look better with bars in front of you," I responded sounding as cocky as he was being.

He simply scoffed at me. His eyes deviated from mine, making it seem as though he were looking at the corner of the glass. In actuality, he was just avoiding my gaze.

"How long have you been in here?" I asked, receiving no answer.

He blinked, glancing slightly closer to me, but once again directing his gaze away from me—even further than before. He seemed as though he was ashamed. As though he wanted to hide the truths of his life now.

"You're pretty quiet behind that glass," I cooed condescendingly, causing him to meet my gaze, "kind of like a bad dog who's been scolded."

He scoffed at me once more, remaining silent as he processed the essence of my words in his head.

"All you'd need is a muzzle and you'd look great."

"It's easy being cocky behind this glass, isn't it?" He asked, trying to throw me off my game. Little did he know, it was to no avail.

"Easy? Yeah, totally," I said sarcastically, "almost as easy as taking advantage of your wife's daughter."

He chuckled slightly. Not because he found this conversation amusing, but rather to make light of the seriousness of my words.

"Well, I see you've grown some balls—"

"And I see you've lost yours." I crooned, tilting my head to the side slightly and giving him a sarcastically confused expression.

He glanced at me with a look of disbelief and irritation. If he were a cartoon character, you'd probably see the veins popping out of his forehead.

"Is this what you came here for?" He asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"To ridicule you?" I asked, "no, but it is fun though."

I stood up from the chair, pushing it back with the back of my leg just enough for me to be a good distance away from it.

"I came here to say one thing."

Placing my palms on the side of the platform in front of me, I bent down, bringing my head closer to the glass to glare straight into his eyes.

"It's indirectly thanks to you that I am where I am today—on the other side of this glass," I practically crooned with fortuity laced in my words, "while you hopelessly watch time pass from inside your cell."

With that, I turned around, not even bothering to examine the look on his face. This was enough for me.

"I hope karma blesses you with syphilis, old scum bag."

Walking out of that visiting room, I felt the surge of relief wash over my entire body. I remember the feeling of all that was weighing me down simply dissolve into thin air.

As I walked out of the vicinity, I saw Jimin. He was leaning against the wall just staring at his shoes, tapping the wall behind him as though a song were playing in his head.

Step by step, I walked closer to him, however, he didn't notice my closeness. It was like his body was here, but his mind was not.

"Knock knock?" I asked, gabbing his attention with a slight flinch.

"I didn't see you there," he spoke, being a bit startled, "how'd it go?"

"I think your response should have been 'who's there?'." I joked as he lightly smiled at my attempt, "It went well. I feel like there's a big weight that's just been lifted off of my shoulders."

"That's good," he replied, ending his words there since he didn't know what else to say. 

He was quiet. This entire time, it seemed like there was more that he wanted to say, but he was dwelling on it in his head.

"Tell me honestly," I asked calmly, "why did you want to come with today?"

"I want to make it up to you," he replied without a hint of hesitation, "I think I'm doing the right thing this time."

"And how do I know I can trust you after what happened?"

"Please, Y/n," he begged like a puppy, "after this, I swear; no more secrets."

"No more?" I asked, intrigued by his choice of words, "so no more lies? No more hiding things?"

"No! I swear. Please," he begged further, "I know I don't deserve it, but please trust me."

I left him to dwell on his words for a few seconds. I'm sure that those seconds felt much longer to him as he waited in anticipation for my response.

I had taken in a deep breath, closing my eyes and savouring the sight of seeing him wallow in his own mess. I held the breath in for another round of agonising seconds of waiting, until finally...

"You're forgiven."

His eyes had glanced up at me, not expecting the words that had just come out of my mouth. Honestly, I didn't quite expect them either, but holding grudges was futile.

"My condition to your forgiveness," I cooed to him who wore a surprised expression, "lying is a thing of the past. Capisce?"

I smiled at him, giving him a genuine sense of forgiveness. He was speechless—not that I expected any less. I shot him a warm smile and began walking away.

"Wait, where are you going?" He asked out of confusion.

"Weren't you supposed to take me somewhere?" I asked nonchalantly.

He looked at me with a look of solitude in his eyes. He looked content, and simply uttered the words, "Thank you, Y/n."

I walked up closer to him, just enough to be in arm's length of him, and ruffled his soft and fluffy hair.

"Let's go before it gets dark, okay?"