(She knows my past)

Jimin’s Pov:

I gasped as conniption gripped me. My breathing had become tensed.

What was he talking about?

I looked at the knife which he pointed to my chest and felt so scared.

He moved the knife from my chest and moved it up to my face.

“Did you hear what I said?” He asked, making me feel his breath on my face.

My eyes were already glistening.

“I…I” I stuttered and gulped nervously.

He chuckled and turned around, backing me.

I suddenly heaved.

“Has Jungkook been down there before?” He asked, still backing me and I shivered, not knowing what to say.

Why’s he asking such question?

Immediately, he turned around and slapped me with the back of his palm and I felt a little cut on my lips.

What?

“When I ask a question, you don’t keep silent” he said huskily and I wept.

Why’s he doing this to me?

He came close to me and I had no idea what he was about doing as a call that came into his phone stopped him.

He paused and brought the phone out of his pocket and that was when I realized it was actually my phone.

He was still with my phone.

I glanced at the screen and discovered it was Taehyung calling. Oh, God! He’s probably been told of my leaving.

Namjoon ended the call and turned off the phone.

“You won’t be receiving any calls for now” he said and I nodded forcefully.

I didn’t want him to hit me again.

He sighed and brushed his fingers into his hair. Then, he turned again, backing me me.

“You can go to bed for now. I might change my mind” he stated and flounced out of the room and I fell on the floor, weakly, bursting into more tears.

I huddled my arms and legs together, weeping profusely.

The pains were excruciating.

Why do I have to pay for the sins of something I know nothing about? Why can’t Namjoon just let bygones be bygones? Why does he have to take out his anger on me?

I cried for a long time, rethinking my quandary. It was hurting a lot.

I needed a way out of this hellhound I’ve gotten into.

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I opened my eyes, feeling very cold and that was when I realized I was lying on the floor.

Oh, my! I had fallen asleep on the floor.

I stood up, feeling very stressed, dizzy and tired. My eyes felt so hot and I couldn’t explain why. It was probably because I’ve been crying the whole night.

I felt little cramps around my abdomen and felt like throwing up, but didn’t.

Oh, please; don’t tell me I’m about falling sick; not in this condition.

I sat on the bed and rested my head in my palms for a while.

We were having a meeting that morning at Bighit Records – all the Lover Boys. And I guess I’m gonna have to tell Namjoon about it since he’s said he’s the only one that can permit my leaving the house.

God! I feel so scared facing him. What if he decides to do something nasty.

God, please; save me from him.

I stood up from the bed and sauntered to the door, counting my steps.

I tried opening the door, but noticed it was locked.

What? Did Namjoon really lock me in here?

Gosh!

I left the door and went back to the bed, sitting tiredly on it. I can’t believe I’m being treated this way. It feels just like I’m being kidnapped.

Not long after, I heard the knob turning and the door opened afterwards with Namjoon coming in.

I sprang on my feet immediately, taken aback by his entrance. I just wish it’d be possible not to see him during my stay here.

“G…Good morning, hyung” I stuttered, keeping my gaze on the floor.

I couldn’t afford to look into those dark eyes of his.

“You’re having a meeting at Bighit Records, right?” He asked and I paused.

How did he get to know about it?

“Yes” I replied immediately, before he’d get angry and hit me again.

“Well you can get ready and go. But, you have just an hour and 30 minutes to spend over there. Even if they aren’t done with the meeting, get back here. If it goes a second beyond an hour and 30 minutes…you’d wish you were dead.” He said grumpily and saying that, he left the room.

I sighed and touched my head. I felt like slumping. This was so not funny.

I can’t believe this guy’s bent on making my life a living hell for me.

I went into the bathroom and after brushing and taking my bath, I took out some clothes and changed into a hot outfit and a pair of blue shoes.

I brushed my hair in front of the mirror and did a very light make up.

I was only trying to look a bit good cause of my status.

When I was done, I took my red bag and left the room. This time around, he left the door open.

I came out of the room and took my eyes around. That was when I could notice the beauty of the house. It was massive and pretty.

I took the stairs and went down to the sitting room and there I met Namjoon sitting on the couch.

I reduced my pace when I got to where he was and he turned and shot me a stare.

“You won’t be eating till you return” he said and I nodded and he stared away.

Then, I started towards the door and left.

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One of his drivers had taken me to the institute and when I got there, I felt so reluctant going out of the car.

I hope the news of my resignation from the Bangtan Boy’s mansion hadn’t spread out yet.

I came out of the car and walked into the building and all the people kept smiling and waving at me.

I’ve almost forgotten I’ve become a model. I wonder why Namjoon had to show up now.

I entered into the elevator and headed for the fourth floor where the meeting was taking place.

All eyes were on me as I came out of the elevator and without any reluctance, I headed straight for the meeting hall.

When I got into the hall, I discovered I was the only Lover Boy that was yet to arrive as I found every other person there already.

Two women in suits were standing in front of the Lover Boys and they all looked at me as I walked in.

“Sir Jimin” one of them called with a smile.

“I’m glad you’re finally here. We’ve been waiting for you” she said and I tried to brighten up a bit.

“Good morning, ma’am. Sorry, I’m late” I replied frazzled as I took a seat behind the rest of the boys.

Il-seong was staring keenly at me and after staring for a while, he took his eyes away, back to the stage.

Kan and his crew just turned and glared at me for a short time and also stared away.

Well, they were the least of my problems at this moment.

“Okay” the woman on stage continued.

“Since we’re finally complete, I guess we can proceed with the meeting.” She paused and looked into a piece of paper in her hand.

I glanced at the time. I was having just one more hour to spare. I hope I get to meet up.

“First, I’d like to personally inform you of the company’s 50th anniversary party which would be coming up this Thursday. Although, some of you might have heard the information already, I just wanted to inform you personally. So, brace yourselves up for it.” She paused and adjusted the specs on her eyes.

“Secondly, I’d like to inform you of this year’s ratings in the band…”

She kept talking for sometime and it didn’t really catch my attention because I was occupied with something else.

I kept thinking of how miserable my life was going to be in the hands of Namjoon.

It’d have been a good idea to perhaps, tell the police about it, since Namjoon was threatening Jungkook’s life. But, I felt scared.

I mean, I have have no idea what transpired between both of them and I also have no idea what Jungkook’s offence could have been. What if it’s something that might get him into trouble if the police gets to know about it?

I don’t want to put him in danger. But, what could it be? And why was Namjoon saying something about the evil side of him?

No; the short time I spent with Jungkook has made me aware of the kind of person he is. Although, he’s a little grumpy and rude, I know he can’t be evil.

But I really feel bad for him. I wish I can explain things to him, but I’m scared. What if Namjoon finds out? He seems to be aware of almost everything. I’m scared of what he might do to me or Jungkook if he gets to know I violated his rules. And I hope Jungkook doesn’t take any drastic decision yet so he doesn’t get to offend Namjoon. I’m just too scared of that guy. I mean, I’ve seen the devil in him.

Oh, God! I hope all this gets to end soon.

Finally, the woman on stage said something that draw my attention.

“It’s time to chose a new leader of the band. So, there’s going to a contest as soon as…”

“What?” Kan shrieked, interrupting the woman.

“What’re you talking about? What do you mean it’s time for another contest?” He asked, standing on his feet.

Wow!

“Please, sir, I need you to calm down…”

“What the hell do you mean calm down? What’s the need for a new leader?” He rasped.

“I’m sorry, but according to the calendar, a new leader’s to be selected at this time” the woman replied and he scoffed.

“Well, that’s gibberish. I don’t give a damn about the calendar. There’s going to be…”

“Kan!” Il-seong called and he stopped talking.

“Have you lost your senses? How can you speak so disrespectfully to someone like her?” He asked and Kan flared up.

“Really? I’m being disrespectful? I think you need some lessons, Il-seong, because you’re really getting on my nerves.”

“Kan!” The other woman on suit called and stood on her feet.

“What’s wrong with you? Can’t you respect our presence here? Listen, if you’re not ready for this, you can as well leave the band”.

Kan still looked Infuriated, but Chul tapped him and he angrily returned to his seat.

Gosh! This Kan is something else.

The other woman in suit also took her seat and the one on stage took in a deep breath before proceeding.

“So,” she said.

“The contest will be starting as soon as possible and as a matter of fact, it’ll be commencing on Friday, after the anniversary party.

“So, like we normally do it, you’re all going to contest as well. We’ve sent out notice already and you’ll be singing in front of a large crowd when it’s time. After each performance, which would be aired live, the people would be asked to vote and when they do, the Lover Boy with the lowest votes for that night would be out of the contest. And that’s how it’s going to be until the very best is left standing.

“So, I’d suggest you all brace up yourselves from now on. Are there any questions?” She said in conclusion, but the entire place was dead silent.

Wow! I can’t believe there’s going to be a contest for a new leader of the band.

“You’re gonna receive further informations as time goes on. And…”

She diverted into other topics and after a while, the meeting came to an end.

Hah! Finally.

“Thank you all for your time. Enjoy the rest of your day” she said in a smile and left with the other woman in suit.

“This is crazy” Kan said angrily as he stood up with his crew and left.

I checked the time and discovered I had less than 20 minutes left to get home. Please, I don’t want to get into any trouble with Namjoon.

Immediately, Il-seong walked up to me. Hyeon and Kwan were still seated at the front, talking to themselves.

“Jimin” Il-seong called as he got to where I was and sat close to me.

“Hi” I said with a perfunctory smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice my doleful look.

“Jimin, what’s up with you? I’ve been trying to reach you for some time now. Where’s your phone?” He asked and I itched the back of my nape.

“Um…I…It slipped from my hands and fell on the floor and as a result, the screen got broken. So…”

“What happened to your lips?” he asked and that was when I remembered I had gotten a little cut from the slap Namjoon had given me last night.

“Uh…its nothing. Just a little scratch. Don’t bother about it” I said with a smile, but he still looked concerned.

Oh, God! I need to head home.

“O…kay. why don’t we hang out together?” He asked and I chuckled.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to hurry home right away. There’s something important I need to catch up with” I replied and he flinched a little.

“Jimin, are you sure you’re okay? You look kind of pale” he said and I tried dissembling my nervousness with a smile.

“Please, don’t worry about me. I’m totally fine”.
Just then, a call came into his phone and I felt so relieved.

I stood up immediately and signalled him I was leaving before he’d pick the call.

He signalled me to hold on as he picked the call but I also signaled him I needed to be on my way and I left afterwards.

Oh, God! I hate this; I hate everything!

I walked into the elevator and finally allowed my tears to pour since I was alone.

Why does such misfortune have to be fall me at this time? Oh, God help me to get out of this predicament.

As the elevator was about landing, I decided to clean off my tears and when the door opened, I came out of it. I wonder what awaits me at home.

I walked out of the elevator and accidentally bumped into someone who was carrying a pile of files. It was a young pretty lady and the files she held fell from her hands to the floor.

Oh, Jimin.

“I’m so sorry” I said apologetically as I bent to help her with the files.

“It’s okay, sir” she replied as we finally picked the files together and I gave the ones I was holding to her.

Oh! There was a piece of paper on the floor which had fallen off from one of the files. But, I think she had seen it.

Then, why didn’t she pick it up?

She looked at me and started heading to the elevator and I was muddled.

I bent and picked the paper from the floor and turned back to her.

“Miss, you forgot this” I told her with the paper in my hand.
But the elevator closed up immediately, with her staring uncannily at me.

I opened the paper to have a look at its content to see if it was something of little relevance.

I checked it out and my eyes dilated at what I had seen.
In it was boldly written:

“Jimin, I know everything about your past. If you wanna know the truth, meet up with me at the garden behind the building in 5 minutes”.

I gasped as my lips were wide open.

What?

Is this for real?

I looked at the time, I had just fifteen minutes left to get home.

If I meet up with this lady, I’m definitely going to get home late, violating Namjoon’s rule.

Oh, God! What do I do?

I’ve just seen someone who knows my past! Something I’ve been looking for my entire life.
Is this for real?

I can’t let go of this opportunity.
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TBc