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Jimin sits on the large couch, his fingers fidgeting with the curly cuffs of his sleeves. He takes his waistcoat off, placing it on the armrest of the couch. He heaves a deep, heavy sigh as he thinks about his fight with Jungkook the previous day.

"You make me feel absolutely worthless, but it's not your fault. I make a fuss out of anything and everything." Jungkook's eyes glimmer with warm tears, "And what's worse is that I let that get to me every single time. I let the demons in my head take over me and turn me into a despicable asshole."

All these years, Jungkook suffered an emotional instability. And Jimin took it as a sign of letting himself brag about his perfections. If anything, Jimin will have to admit that there were times when Jimin only pretended to be the epitome of perfection. There were moments where Jimin did good things only to look down on Jungkook and not because it was his original self.  

At some point, the reason for Jungkook feeling absolutely worthless is Jimin's obnoxiousness. He may not have always intended to look down on Jungkook, but he did want to act and present himself as a flawless chap. He would poke fun of Jungkook at times. Now that he looks back at those times, he realises that Jimin was just as toxic as Jungkook is today. He always had this evil will of making Jungkook feel horrible.

Now it's Jimin's turn to hate on himself. Lord, punish him for behaving so abrasively with his little brother.  

Another sigh breaks Jimin out of his thoughtful state.

"Hey." You smile at him, walking over to him.

"Hi." Jimin looks up at you. 

"You seem to be in deep thoughts; what's wrong?" You ask, placing yourself beside him.

"Nothing...just a heated conversation I had with Jungkook yesterday." Jimin answers. 

You nod and look away, staring into the air. An awkward silence lingers around both of you before you kill it. "What were you talking to him about?" You ask.

"Aren't you curious?" Jimin teases.

"Don't change the subject." You say. 

"How long have we been married for?" Jimin asks. 

"Eleven months now but coming back to you," you point at your husband, "Answer my question."

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