We were reckless.
How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs?
We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin.
And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
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I got a haircut.
My hair was getting too long and messy.
I went to you to show you the haircut.
Instead, I found you yelling in your bedroom into a phone.
I quickly shied away from you, startled at the anger.
Startled at you yelling.
"You never understood the meaning of family did you?" You screamed in the phone. "Family means commitment, damn you! You kept saying 'I love you.' I was waiting until you showed me you really mean it! This definitely not what I was looking for."
You hung up and angrily threw the phone across the room.
That was the first day I saw you cry.
You had tears rolling down your face. You had a hand pressed over your eyes and your other than you had clenched in a fist.
I gently approached you and took your head into my lap as I sat down on the edge of your bed.
You didn't say anything.
I didn't say anything.
You just buried your face in my lap as I soothingly rubbed your back and ran my fingers through your hair.
I didn't ask what was wrong that night.
I didn't know until later that you had just learned your father had been caught up in an affair with a woman other than your mother.
