mrs. kim.

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𝐦𝐫𝐬. 𝐤𝐢𝐦

 𝐤𝐢𝐦

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It had been a week since the incident with Ha-eun.

Jimin walked up the front steps of Taehyung's house for the second time after Yoongi had dropped him off. There was something he wanted to try. The boy knocked on the door and it opened to reveal Mrs. Kim.

Her eyes had dark bags under them and she was wearing a thick, dark grey cardigan with her arms crossed at her chest. Jimin smiled warmly.

"Hi, Mrs. Kim." The boy bowed to the woman out of respect. She nodded.

"Taehyung's friend?" Her voice was hoarse. Jimin nodded.

"May I come in?" Jimin asked. She studied him closely.

"Taehyung is at basketball training." Mrs. Kim informed. Jimin chuckled.

"I am aware. I actually came to see you." He explained. She seemed caught off guard for a moment before stepping to the side.

"Come in." Mrs. Kim lead him through the house. The beer bottles from before were gone, but the area was still quite messy. Dishes were piled up in the sink and dust lined the furniture. Jimin sat down on the sofa as Mrs. Kim sat before him on the other couch.

He positioned his body diagonally to face her. "Mrs. Kim, I wanted to speak with you about something." She nodded flintily. "First of all, I would just like to say how strong I think you are." Jimin complimented. "You truly amaze me, Mrs. Kim."

"Thank you." Her tone was somewhat softer, but her features remained hardened. Jimin smiled.

"No problem. I just wanted to...try something with you." Jimin began. "You see—there's this person I know who will listen to the things tormenting you. Will you allow me to take you?"

Mrs. Kim shook her head. "I am not interested in a therapist." Jimin's smile faltered but he tried not to lose hope.

"How about you just visit them once? If you don't like it, then I won't ask you again." Jimin suggested. She firmly shook her head once again.

"Young man, I am fine the way I am."

"But Taehyung isn't." The words blurted out before Jimin could stop them. Silence surrounded the two and Jimin sighed. He might as well say what he already said. "Taehyung...is in pain. Mrs. Kim, I know you love your son." Jimin smiled sympathetically. "But you are the one hurting him."

The woman stayed quiet, looking down at her lap. "E-Ever since his dad died...I—something in side of me just...broke." She whispered faintly, but Jimin could hear it. He tentatively shuffled closer and reached out a hand to holds hers. She looked up with tears in her eyes. "The alcohol numbs everything."

"It must have been hard." Jimin softly spoke. "You have faced a lot, even though you did not deserve any bit of it."

Her lips pulled up into a small smile and Jimin could not help smiling with her. That was the first time he had seen her like that. "Taehyung was just a boy. I tried to stay strong for him, but soon after, I-I got tired."

Jimin nodded, listening intently. "You must love him a lot...it's endearing." She chuckled quietly.

"He's all I have left." She sadly smiled, thinking of Taehyung. Jimin looked at the woman with adoration before clutching her hands tighter.

"Show him that you love him. Let me help you...it will only be until you feel better again. Then one day, you can spend time with Taehyung like you used to. Please, Mrs. Kim?" Jimin looked into her eyes. His gaze was not pressuring at all and the woman felt herself convinced.

"...I can try."

Jimin beamed before hugging the woman. "Thank you so much!" The boy pulled back. "Can I ask a favour?"

She nodded. Jimin's presence was oddly comforting.

"Will you keep this a secret from Taehyung?" Jimin asked. "I don't want him to react badly if he founds out I talked to you without his permission." Jimin explained. "Only, Yoongi hyung, you and I will know."

She wiped her eyes. "What was your name?"

"Jimin."

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aw :( poor mrs. kim

- miinyoonqix

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