Erroneous [Vminkook]

66: False Identity

Jimin couldn't sleep every night that he has stayed here in this cabin.

He had a few episodes of a mental and emotional break downs, an anxiety attack, some withdrawals from the lack of cocaine usage he's hasn't been given, and nightmares of Yeosang's dead body on his hands along with Karma and Jungkook killing him in his sleep.

It was a horrible bundle of nights.

The lady Jimin is staying with came after hearing him try to muffle his cries against the pillow the first night, comforting the poor boy in his hysteria. She would bring him a cold towel and dap his sweaty forehead for long hours while he sleeps to ease his warm body, wrap him in a warm blanket, told him stories so he can focus on her and not on his anxiety, feed him soup, massages his back or feet and gave him lots of water to drink.

He was getting better after a while, he was not vomiting or hallucinating anymore by the fifth day. Through the whole process, the nice lady was there to take care of him through it all.

And it made him feel extremely better, mentally, to know someone was still looking out for him while being in his vulnerable state.

Now a week has passed and Jimin finally decided to leave the room with a blanket over his shoulders. The grey blanket is too long for his body so it slightly drags on the floor as he walks, holding onto the wall slightly for support.

At least he can walk properly now, before he wasn't able to even stand without feeling so dizzy.

Today was definitely an improvement to how shitty he felt before.

When he moves down the stairs to follow the familiar smell of green tea, he enters the small kitchen that's entirely wooden designed and sees the lady behind the stove.

Jimin felt like he was somewhere home, and it felt nice.

The lady cranes her head back when she hears Jimin's footsteps and smiles brightly when she sees him, "Feeling better to get out of bed?"

The male nods shyly and sits on the chair to the island, "Yes..... Thank you for taking care of me, you didn't have to do that."

"Oh nonsense," She scoffs, placing a tea cup and plate on the table in front of him with a piece of sweet bread, "My son use to have withdrawals and extreme measures of anxiety too, so I use to help him out a lot."

Jimin frowns slightly to this as she pours over the hot water in the mug with the sleeve of tea, "I'm sorry if this is too sensitive but.... What happened to your son?"

For a moment the woman's eyes moved to a unsettled daze, her face slightly dropping from the wide smile she has as she puts the tea pot down, "He was murdered, since he was in a gang."

Oh....

Jimin feels so stupid for asking it now.

He pouts deeply and bows his head in shame, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked-"

"No, it's okay, it makes his memory much more..... Alive to talk about him," She says with a quivering smile as she pours herself a cup of tea as well, "He probably would've been a bit older than you by now."

Jimin grew more curious about this boy and wanted the woman to have her opportunity to voice out her thoughts after years of probably being alone and not taking to anyone, so he sits up straight, "What was he like?"

Oh the smile on the woman's face says it all.

She practically glowed in this happiness to talk about her son.

"He was a little too..... Crazy," She chuckles nervously while sitting on the opposite side of the table, "He had his odd sense of humor but he loved me very much. When he was in his gang, I didn't agree with it at all but he stated he wanted to protect us better and keep us stable, financially. Well I didn't fight it off much longer because I didn't want to be angry with him and for him to distance himself from me.... However there's been many cases he would come home and I had to take care of him since he just took drugs after drugs for a long period of time. I began to grow worried that..... I might lose him to that soon."