The rest of the night was wasted away back at the sharehouse as Jihoon chatted endlessly with Jimin. The both of them were snacking- well more like eating in Jihoon's case and drinking in Jimin's case. They talked about various things. From life, work to aspirations. Jihoon realised that maybe Jimin wasn't as cold as his exterior showed last night. Maybe she was misunderstanding something. Jimin empathises with Jihoon's lack of expertise in the Japanese language and offered to tutor her from time to time... whenever they meet- he said. 

"So why here?" Jimin queers, setting his glass down.© wokainight @asianfanfics 2017.

"I'm not sure myself" Jihoon mutters, placing a hand on top of her bottom lip, tapping it in a rhythemical sense. "If I had to try and explain this... maybe because I was forced?" Her words dripped out like droplets of rain, unable to stop until the thundering cloud above her head has been extinguised. © wokainight @asianfanfics 2017.

"Forced? By whom?" Jimin registers as he pours himself another glass and pouts slightly at the lack of liquid residing inside the soju bottle. He swore that it was still full more than a few minutes ago.© wokainight @asianfanfics 2017.

"Just someone really scary" Jihoon mutters, crossing her arms together and stares at her empty glass. "Do you know the story