Painful Beauty

Four best friends, inseparable since Kindergarten have lived normal lives. That was until one snowy December day, something horrifying happens leaving one of the four teens paralyzed. Since then, not one of them has ever been the same but same or not.. romance buds.


18. Chapter eighteen

Mi-Cha's POV

How stupid can he be!? For someone who's older, you'd think he'd be more careful. I roll my eyes. He proves why we should never make deals- ever. I sit in the kitchen as my mother calls him from outside. She says it's almost time to fit Jimin for his suit and the only reason he's doing it is because it's supposed to be a surprise for me. Although, in the meantime, I get to do as I wish to Min Yoongi. I smirk devilishly at the thought. My mother comes back inside after I'm assuming getting cursed out like normal by him and she sets her phone onto the table.

"As soon as he get's here, the real planning and preparing begins."


Yoongi's POV

​I lay on the only somewhat comfortable place in the room we're forced to stay in. Jimin paces the room, mumbling things about Mi-Cha and the wedding they're supposedly having.

"Calm down, we'll find a way out of thi-"

"We'll!? I'm marrying some pyscho! I'd rather be stuck in this room than go to a f**king mall with Mi-Cha!"

"What are you talking about?! If you truly knew Mi-Cha and her family like you say you do, you'd also know I'm not getting away with sh**! Who knows what they're going to do to me while you marry, granted a psycho woman, but also a beautiful one. So spare me the bulls**t Jimin!" I blow. I didn't mean to but I was scared out of my mind and truth be told- beyond jealous. 

At my outburst, Jimin sat down onto the bed slowly. I frown with his back facing me.

"Jimin.. I'm sorry, forgive me?" I hug him, my hands rubbing his shoulders.

Instead of answering, he stood up and made his way to a slit in the wall. "Dude, this gives us access to outside. I can't believe I hadn't seen this before."

I follow him towards to barely there slit but barely there or not- it was still there. "This might be our chance." I grab the lamp. "Go watch the door. I'm breaking us out of here."

Jimin scurries to the door, pressing his shoulder against it and mouthing 'now'.

On cue, I slam the bottom of the lamp right onto the crease, purposely enlarging it. I continue to do this quickly, already hearing footsteps rush to our door. Within seconds, I've made the slit a gaping hole and begin to rip out more of the wall. "A dead end.." I mumble as I'm met with a brick wall.

The door busts open, Jimin flying backwards. "You're not that slick, son." A dark haired man stood before us with Taehyung being dragged by his hair.  

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