This is Park Jimin's Butterfly Yeoju

EP.43 You have to look here

...is that all you're calling to ask?

Uh. What should I do? I'm really serious right now.

Chae-rim laughs in disbelief at the female lead who speaks in a rather serious voice, and then yells.

Flush it down the toilet, you crazy bastard!! Do you wake people up with something like that?

You're not crazy. Grow up again -

Ugh.. I'm so sleepy..

Chae-rim, who had been nagging for a long time, and Yeo-ju, who had been blankly staring up at the ceiling while listening to them, made a phone call without realizing how much time had passed.

I finally got up and started acting like a human being...

Why are you calling me to brag about catching bugs, you bitch?

It was a huge bug, so I was worried about what to do.

Phew... I worry about everything.

I know, it's a bit ridiculous haha

Okay, I get it. Okay, I'll cut it again. Hang up.

The female protagonist, who greeted Chae-rim brightly, slowly opened her eyes, which she had been covering with one arm, and put down her cell phone.

Sigh... I miss you. Park Jimin...

Jimin, Park Jimin. Our young master. How cruel can I be for you, the most precious person in the world?

“Ah,” the heroine sighed and raised her body.

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... jimin park ?

Jungkook couldn't hide his bewildered expression when he saw Jimin in front of him and opened his mouth wide.

Jimin's entire body and face were literally covered in bruises. His eyes and face were so swollen that it was hard to tell if it was really Jimin.

Jeonggu... N, please save me...

Yeah, no.. this is now..

Jeongguk, who almost screamed, "What is going on?", opened his mouth wide, then closed it again, frowning. Then he looked at her limping leg, and when he looked up a little further, he saw her waistband clinging to his clothes with clotted blood, and he muttered a small curse.

What the fuck.. who the hell.. who did this!!

His voice was a mixture of confusion and anger. The low, ringing voice had a rather intimidating quality. When Jimin, startled by the situation, burst into tears, Jungkook sighed.

Why didn't you go home and come to me?

Ugh, haha, ahh... Gugaa...

Jungkook didn't know what to do at the sound of sobbing, so he quickly ran up to the room, found his phone, and stood in front of Jimin.

As the connection sound became quite long, Jungkook glanced at Jimin and then gently patted his shoulder to comfort him.

Stop crying. It's okay now. Huh? Park Jimin, stop crying.

The soothing voice was so affectionate that Jimin's tears naturally welled up. Jungkook's face darkened even more as Jimin, who had just stopped crying, burst into tears again and hugged him.

- Yes, son. What's going on? - You're on the phone at this hour.

The voice on the phone was filled with an unfamiliar tenderness. It was a father's voice. "Son," he said, his voice trailing off, and there was love in his voice.

Dad, I'm taking a friend to the hospital right now. Can you watch him?

- Huh? It's not even a restaurant. What kind of son is doing his father's work? Is it serious?

Hey, please listen to my only son. Okay? Dad -

- Okay, okay. Bring it now.

Oh my, thank you dad!!

Jimin, who was trying hard to ignore the tears of resentment and sadness that were about to burst out at the sound of the obvious conversation, looked at Jungkook.

Jungkook blinked his eyes, his gaze fixed on his waist.

...Can you walk?

As his dazzling gaze landed on Jimin, it became sharper and Jungkook's brows narrowed.

Yeah, I walked all the way here.

But my legs hurt so I have to go a little slower..

Jungkook, who could hear the low, sobbing voice, took Jimin outside. Judging by Jimin's condition and the time, treatment was urgent.

The hospital isn't that far from here, so I guess I should take a taxi..?

When Jungkook, who was looking at Jimin's legs, turned his gaze to Jimin's face, Jimin was completely terrified.

No, how could there be such a violent person in our neighborhood? Jungkook narrowed his eyes and hurried to the hospital.

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Because it was a short distance, the taxi quickly dropped them off in front of the hospital, and Jungkook paid the taxi fare and stood in front of the hospital with Jimin.

Standing in front of a hospital that was neither too big nor too small, Jimin stared at the hospital quietly.

In the place where the sign should have been, the words ‘Jeon Young-guk General Hospital’ were clearly written in gold.

It was quite large for a private hospital, but it seemed to be run by Jeongguk's father. I thought he was just a doctor, but he was running a private hospital.

Jimin stood in front of the hospital, his mind racing. His thoughts, one after another, were holding his footsteps firmly to the ground. The weight of his thoughts grew, and he fell with a thud, thud, onto the instep of Jimin.

Can I go to the hospital? If I go, won't there be a medical record? If there is a medical record...

Aren't you going in?

Jungkook, startled by Jimin's eyes tightly shut and standing still, grabbed Jimin's arm tightly.

Ah.. Jungkook,.. Can't you just.. not go?

...Aren't you going? To the hospital?

Jimin, who was worried without even realizing that his tightly clenched arm was hurting, is eventually dragged to the hospital by Jungkook's hand, who is getting irritated and asking if that makes sense.

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What on earth must happen to a person to make them look like this? Jungkook thought as he stood next to his father and looked at Jimin.

Jungkook's father, who had been looking at Jimin's side and legs alternately, lifted Jimin's clothes to check Jimin's side first.

But Jimin's clothes showed no signs of lifting easily. The hardened blood clung to his clothes, causing Jimin to groan in pain every time they were pulled up.

Jungkook's father narrowed his eyes at the sight of the wound, and Jimin closed his eyes tightly at the feeling of the hardened wound opening.

Once again, clear tears flowed over the tear stains.

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The heroine desperately grabbed the toilet bowl as the nausea welled up. Then, she squeezed her eyes shut, gagging involuntarily.

The heroine held onto the toilet and made a gurgling sound for a long time. But nothing seemed to be coming up from inside.

Just a string of drool dripped into the toilet bowl, and the female protagonist closed her eyes tightly and then opened them.

The female protagonist, who had wiped her mouth with water, glanced over to the side. In the bathtub next to her, what looked like severed human arms and legs were strewn about.

The cross-section of the corpse, cut into an ugly shape, was stained with red muscle and yellow fat.

Looking at the cross-section of the severed arm, the heroine closed her eyes tightly again and took a deep breath as the pottery rose again.

The heroine, who held the baseball bat firmly and vertically, raised her arm high. Then, with her eyes tightly shut, she swung the bat down forcefully.

A dull, thud-like sound rang in the heroine's ears, and a heavy feeling was transmitted through the baseball bat she was holding in her hand.

The heroine couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and quickly disposed of the dismembered corpse with her hands. "Ugh," she retched and flushed the toilet.

Did Jimin really kill the chairman, or did I kill him?

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Jimin is staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression as if he has no emotions.

The surgery was a success. Jungkook's father readily gave Jimin a private room, telling him to rest.

Jimin, who had been blankly staring at the ceiling, gently brought his hand to Apio's waist and felt a thick bandage wrapped around him.

Aaug..

Jungkook's father worried that the wound would remain for a long time because it was stabbed so deeply. In addition, there were many other scars all over Jimin's body.

And the biggest problem was the female lead.

Today is... the seventh day. Already.

The problem wasn't that she was lonely and sad. If the heroine had been caught without being able to dispose of the body, that would have been the problem.

If you get caught and something bad happens to you, and if you try to turn everything upside down because of me.

These thoughts plagued Jimin all day. He was only worried about Yeoju. She was in so much pain because of him...

As Jimin was blaming himself, a fruit knife came into view. It was Jungkook who had cut the fruit for Jimin, who was in pain.

The deliciously cut apple was quite mouthwatering, but Jimin could only see the fruit knife.

If you get stabbed... it will hurt a lot, a lot _

Jimin picks up a fruit knife and closes his eyes tightly, then opens them and places them on his wrist.

If you get stabbed, you'll bleed a lot...

As Jimin tried to strengthen his hand, he heard a longing voice.

What are you doing, Park Jimin?

That voice that I miss and long for. That voice that I have been waiting for so long.

Yeoju..!!

Who would do that to a pretty wrist? Huh?

Shit.. It's because of you, you..!! Because you're late.. Haa.. Shit, really!!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Okay? Stop crying.

Jimin, soaked in tears, grabbed Yeoju's collar and cursed her with a hoarse voice. Yeoju hugged Jimin even tighter and stroked his back.

I'm so late... I'm sorry... I'm so late...

I, uh... how long, sob... have waited...

Why are you here now?

The tearful voice is so heartbreaking, and the sobbing that follows is even more heartbreaking. I feel sorry, but I have no choice but to wash it away with tears.

I'm sorry.. huh? I.. I'm sorry..

I'm so sorry Jimin-ah for making you wait for so long, getting hurt, and suffering. Let's really live together now.

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My wish was to see Jimin lying in bed facing me with his innocent smile on his face. Did I say that smile still makes my heart flutter?

My lady...

huh ?

Jungkook is coming tomorrow. Let's have dinner together.

Hmm... well, okay.

The female protagonist, who answered readily, lowered her gaze to cover him with a blanket, and when her gaze landed on Jimin's waist, Jimin quickly pulled down the collar of his shirt that had been slightly raised.

On that white, pale skin, the chairman left numerous scars until the end. Among them, this scar was the largest and deepest.

Looking at the wound, the heroine narrowed her eyes slightly. The hand holding the blanket seemed frozen, not even moving.

Jimin's warm hand gently cupped the heroine's cheek.

....

Lady, my face is prettier than my waist. Look here.

And at the end of the gaze that reached the hand that led the gaze

There was Jimin smiling brightly.

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Was it too cruel? I wrote it a little cruelly because there were opinions asking for it to be cruel..😅

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