3RD PERSON'S P.O.V :
[ PARK JIMIN FOCUS]
"IN CASE YOU FAILED TO NOTICE- IN CASE YOU FAILED TO SEE, YOU'VE BROKEN MY HEART! AGAIN! Too many times to count and I'm fucking tired! I'm so tired of being treated like your last thought ALL THE TIME! I'm done. WE are done. You know what? You can do me one last favour and lose my number. I don't ever want to hear from you again. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, and don't ever try to find me again. I'm done! Fuck this joke of a relationship and fuck you. I don't ever want to see you again!"
Jimin shouted at the woman he'd once been in love with as he slammed the door to their (previously) shared apartment. He knew he wouldn't be back again. Not if he didn't have to, not ever. Jimin didn't care that he didn't have anything but his bag with him; it contained his laptop (and charger), phone charger, a change of clothes (from his dance class), his wallet and phone, a couple of books and other things you'd usually find in a student's bag as he stormed out into the rotten weather.
Fleeing from the apartment the couple had shared for the last two years, Jimin felt the pain consuming his entire body; his chest was being squeezed in a vice that stopped him from catching his breath and his breaking heart weighted down by the crushing reality of what had been going on for months. He'd found his girlfriend cheating on him more than once, plus she blamed him for everything that went wrong in their relationship and she was abusive, both physically and mentally. Not that he'd told many people but the few he did open up to had laughed in his face, told him to 'man up because men couldn't be domestic violence victims'.
His heart was bruised and battered so badly he believed he would never trust anyone or be able to be whole again. He didn't realize how bad the storm had become while they were arguing inside. Gut-wrenching sobs that fought to compare itself to the violence of the storm were wrecking his throat as they aggressively rip out, to be heard by anyone who happened to be outside in this dangerous, violent and tempestuous thunderstorm rumbled loudly across the skies as the sleet came in sharp and painful waves.
Though Jimin was fairly tall and had the body of a dancer, lithe and graceful in the way he moved, his exceptional stamina and endurance, it proved to be a bad thing tonight because even with the sleet and hailstones bruising his body he managed to wander far enough away to end up in an area unfamiliar to him before his exhaustion truly hit leaving him unable to do anything but stumble around looking for shelter, well, anywhere.
Finally he noticed there was a construction zone nearby and a few skeleton frames that would eventually become houses Jimin supposed. There was enough stuff around that one might find shelter if they didn't care if they were trespassing - as long as it was anywhere out of the raging weather. The ebony haired male clumsily scaled one of the scaffold ladders and climbed in what could be a window - he didn't much care as long as he was out of the wet, he flinched as something fell off and landed with a loud metallic CRASH below him.
Mustering up what was left of his energy he crawled to a corner of the room, not bothering to try and pull his bag too close to him. Jimin curled up in a ball and wrapped freezing arms around his shaking frame trying not to cry again.
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KIM NAMJOON'S P.O.V :
"Yeah, I don't think this storm is gonna let up anytime soon. We'll be lucky to have any work at all the next few days. I'm going to have to call the crew that's at the job on Switchback Road and tell 'em they've got paid leave until we have the all clear to go back." The pastel purple haired male speaks into the landline as he organizes the workload from the Company, Bulletproof Boys, which now had to be redistributed thanks to this huge storm that had blown in unexpectedly.
"Yeah. Yeah, hang on a sec, my mobile's got an alert. Yeah, SHIT, Hoseok - I gotta go. Something's up at the Switchback site. You don't have to com-- Yeah yeah, alright. Meet you there in ten. Thanks, man." Namjoon sighed and rubbed rough hands over tired eyes. The storm had woken him up just before midnight and when he'd checked the status of the storm he knew he'd have to call each of his crew first thing in the morning for a couple of his jobs since there was no way he would let them work in this. That was about three, almost four, hours ago.
Yes, he was one hell of a hard-ass boss but he was fair and he gave a shit about his teams- their safety was priority. It was unusual for any of the alarms to trigger an instant alert to his mobile phone but Namjoon figured it was the weather had messed with them and it would be a routine check and reset of the alarms.
Namjoon wasn't ungrateful to his employee and friend though and as he pulled out of his garage into the storm he found he was even more grateful that he would have someone to watch out for him in this nasty weather. 'Hope this doesn't take too long, it's a miserable night to be out.' Namjoon thought to himself. Pulling up to the kerb he saw another car with its lights on and figured it was Hoseok. Namjoon pulled his raincoat hood over his head and jumped out of the car, dashing past the car and knocking on his drivers window, Hoseok was out in a second and they both sprinted to the sites' portable Office.
Namjoon unlocked the door and both of them stepped inside getting the hell out of the storm. They greeted each other before surveying the site from the inside of the Office after turning the floodlights on. Namjoon noticed after a short while that Jung was staring out one particular window on the west side with a very focused look. "Boss?" He started, "I think there's someone out there 'cus the scaffolding over at lot four, well something's busted at the bottom of it and it looks like the tarp over the tools has come loose."
Namjoon hurriedly came over next to Hoseok and peered out the window as well, "No fucking way man, nobody in their right mind would be out in this weather. Are you sure Hobi?" Concern and dismay laced his voice, "Yeah Joon, pretty sure it would've been a person that did it. I've been trying to work it out for a couple minutes and I think I saw that shit move, man." Hoseok replied with worry. Namjoon sighed. "Grab the torches. Put the kettle on, grab out a few towels and we'll go see if it's a person or just some teenagers playing a prank."
"You stay here and follow me with the spotlight, I'm gonna check it out." Hoseok nodded as he set up said spotlight to follow Namjoon as he ran to check everything out. Once they were set Namjoon opened the door, pulled his jacket hood back up and sprinted towards the lot with broken scaffolding, it was not hailing anymore but rain was still bucketing down and as Namjoon looked up he noticed that there was a bag half hanging off the edge of the second storey. He turned into the spotlight and signed towards Hoseok that he'd found something and would be going up the scaffolding to check it out. The spotlight flashed twice to let him know Hoseok got the message...
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