The ride back to his apartment is excruciatingly long. All Jimin wants to do is tuck himself into bed and stay there until he turns to unfeeling dust to blow away in a breeze. But all he is is feeling, all he is is pain.
“We need to go.”
“Take these herbs,” Mrs. Baek says before he can run out of the shop. “They’ll help you keep the mind fog at bay.”
“Thank you.”
“Good luck alpha.”
He rushes to leave, Jimin in tow, and he swears he can hear her laughter follow them out the door.
MY PREDICTION FOR MEXICO CITY SURPRISE SONGS LIST AND I NEED AT LEAST ONE OF THESE TO HIT 😭
day 1 : Airplane Pt2, So What
day 2 : Born Singer, Boy in Luv
day 3 : Home, Louder than Bombs
@taeyongsgoose@solmerv As if we don't have jobbbbb. You have time to hate on others but can't help your favs to reach trillions. Stay pressed and stop whining like a 3 years old kid