Bitter Taste -yoonmin-

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Yoongi POV

"Why are we here again smells like old people?" Jin said scrunching up his nose.

"A gift for Jimin" I hummed looking around the antique shop but he froze looking at me.

"What? Why are you getting him a gift?" He asked I looked at the vintage lamps.

"Because it's his birthday is in a few days" I said he crossed his arms glaring at me "What's with that look?" I asked

"Your falling down that rabbit hole again" he said

"Hyung I'm just buying him a gift for his birthday " I said picking up a silver frame.

"We are at a thrift shop" he said while I scoffed crossing my arms glaring back at him.

"Well sorry I don't have a lot of money left from my allowance this is all I can afford" I huffed

"I understand that but why here? Or why at all he is a jerk you don't buy jerks gifts" he said I shrugged

"It's his birthday...I wanna get him something" I sighed "It's not gonna be anything big or impressive I just want to buy him a gift" I whispered

"Like what?" He asked I shrugged looking around the store when a bookshelf triggered a memory.

"I know! Um I need to go to a vintage book store can you google that?" I said he shook his head I huffed pulling out my phone.

"Down the rabbit hole..." he whispered I glared at him.

"Shut up I know what I'm doing" I huffed

Jimin POV

"Eomma! I'm home" I hummed locking the door behind me slipping off my shoes "Eomma? Are you home?" I said walking into kitchen but it was empty I raised my eyebrows at that but than walked into the living room.

My dad was sitting in the living room shoulders slumped staring at the ground he was holding a piece of paper.

"What are you doing here? Where is Eomma? Did you say something to her?" I asked he didn't look up at me "Appa? What's up with you?" I asked again

"J-Jimin" he whispered looking up but I just blinked confused.

"Appa? What happened?" I said he started to cry and panic started to build up inside me.

"She's gone" he whispered I stared to blink uncontrollably.

"What do you mean? Where did she go?" I asked he held up a note.

"She's left" he mumbled I stomped over to him grabbing the paper from his hands.

Dear Jimin

My beautiful son I'm so sorry it has to happen this way but I just couldn't stand being in that house anymore. You always told me to leave him that I didn't deserve it but I'm weak and scared of loneliness. Scared of being on my own and worse of all scared of losing him I loved him no matter what he did but the pain is to much and I'm so sorry but nothing is your fault but I had to leave him I'm not leaving you. I love you Jimin but I can't be your mother until I fix myself how can I love you when I told love myself.

I'll be back just give me time your a good boy and I need you to be a strong boy for me I promise I'll come back for you

Love Eomma

I stare at the paper like it's written in a foreign language I kept reading the paper over and over again because it doesn't make sense to me. Why would she just leave? Something has to be wrong the puzzle doesn't fit together.