I walked through the Kim residence entrance and wondered where everyone went. It was eerily quiet but then my feet got soaked in about a foot of murky water. What is this? The water was so thick, it slowed me down as I walked through the rooms. Where is everybody?
Then I heard a phone ring. It rang and rang and I realized I was dreaming.
Yoongi mumbled "who the fuck is calling in the middle of the night? This better be an emergency."
It was J-Hope who called to tell us the J-Min is gone. He had a heart attack.
J-Min is dead.
Wait, J-Min is dead??? No, that's impossible! He's so young! Yoongi and I shrieked in horror and disbelief. There is absolutely no fucking way that J-Min is gone.
"J-Min had a congenital heart condition. It didn't manifest right away so he didn't take it seriously. We didn't know that he was getting hormone treatments. I think it was called 'feminizing hormone therapy'. It turns out that J-Min's heart could not handle the hormones".
Now it all made sense. Why J-Min always got excused for phys ed. Why he never participated in extra curricular activities. Why he never pursued dance even though he was phenomenal at it. Why he had that vague look of uncertainty in his eyes.
Yoongi and I hugged each other as we cried our hearts out. Why J-Min when he was such a beautiful soul? He had his whole life ahead of him. It's unfair.
It's so surreal. I wanted to wake up from this painful dream.
But it's all too real. J-Min is gone.
I never got to say goodbye....
