𝘋𝘰𝘨 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 | 𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘺𝘺𝘩 𝘧𝘧

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸

10 minutes, that's how late Jin was at the moment. Jimin began to question a lot of things in those moments. But he tried his hardest to be optimistic. 

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"Hey Jimin, I'm really sorry but my grandma is sick so I need to take some time to look after her. If you don't see me for a while that's why." 

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling it right now."

"I just need some time to myself, I don't want to project my feelings towards you."

"Honestly, I think that it is probably better that we all don't speak for a while. This is probably for the best." 

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Those memories flashed up again as he sat in the empty cafeteria. His head was filled with memories like that. They had always remained there until now, being quiet and not making a sound. Leaving him alone. As if it's existence burdened itself. Until now. Now it broke free from that, it began to eat at his insides making him feel sick. As though it really was there. 

Suddenly, Jimin's train of thought was broken by a simple "hello" from behind him. Jimin swung his head around a too quickly and managed to hit the other's arm with this head. Immediately grabbing this head and looking at the other as he apologized quickly. 

There he was, Jin. He hadn't seemed to change one bit. Or at least on the outside. His hair was still light brown with his bangs coming down almost past his eyes. He wore black jeans and a simple white shirt and a light blue trench coat that hung gracefully along his sides. Jin had always been good with fashion and had always put the right amount of effort in. He was a natural. It was never enough to overwhelm the people he was with, though he did stand out, he was just able to get it right. 

Jin moved to the side after that and the second the other saw that he pushed his chair out and jumped into his hyungs arms. He had missed this so much. The feeling of being so close to someone. Knowing that this person was there for him.

"Jiminie, We have a lot to talk about." Jin stated as the two let go of each other and sat back down at the small table. 

"I know hyung, but how have you been? How was the US?" Jimin asked, he knew that this conversation would eventually get dark and go into some iffy topics for the two of them so he wanted to start it off with something light. 

"It was everything that I expected, It was absolutely massive. I really couldn't believe how big it was compared to Korea y'know. I met a few people there. . . but our relationship was nothing  like what we had y'know. You and the others."  Jin replied. "What about you Jimin? How have you been?"

"Honestly, I feel fine physically but I am just so sick of this. I was meant to be dispatched 6 months ago but my mother keeps convincing them to keep me here. I just want to be free." Jimin sighed. 

"Have the still not figured out what caused your seizures?" Jin asked in a shocked way.

"Well about that. . ." Jimin looked away, avoiding eye contact as much as possible in guilt.

Jin raised an eyebrow and suddenly seemed strict. "Jimin, what are you hiding?"

"If I told them now they would be so mad at me. I would be in so much trouble hyung. I just don't want to go through that. And if i do they may keep me even longer!" Jimin professed trying to justify his actions. 

Everyone went silent for a moment, It was clear to Jin that this was something hard for him to talk about and he wanted to give him the time that he needed. 

"I was on the street just playing, that day. Y'know, the one when I was brought here. And then I heard a kid my age crying. I thought that I would go and see him, try to comfort him y'know. But when I got there I saw a group of men with him, they were really dodgy so I kept enough distance. They started taking him away so I followed, I thought that if anything happened to him I could run home and tell my parents. Eventually, they stopped at the flower arboretum and went into a building, so I watched through the window. Long story short, they killed him. I didn't know what to do, there was nothing I could do. I ran as fast as I could and by the time I was found I was having a seizure. I didn't know what a seizure was or how it could be caused when I was that age, I was 5, so I never told them about it." Jimin explained, trying to go as quickly as possible but at the same time he just couldn't seem to get his words out. 

"I'm so sorry Jimin. Please, If anything like this happens again or you are having a tough time of any kind. Please come to me. I know that in the past couple years I have been distant but I really want to help you. You all mean so much to me and I just want to do good by you all to make up for the years I was gone." Jin stated "Speaking of, what do you know about the boys?"

"Well, Not much if I'm being honest. All I know is that after you left everything just seemed to fall apart. Everyone became more distant. Which for them I guess didn't make much difference. They could go on with their lives and do whatever they wanted to drown out their feelings. But I am stuck here. I just had to try and deal with it on my own. . ." The dark-haired boy expressed.

"Now that I am here Jimin, I will do everything I can to fix this. I hope you know that I really wish that I didn't have to go. I really wish that I could've been here."

"Of course hyung, none of this is your fault. Yes it happened because you left but tat wasn't your decision. None of us blame you for this, that's one thing that we could all agree on near the end."

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After another couple hours of less deep conversation and generally catching up, It was coming near the time that Jimin's mother was going to get here. And he knew that his mum didn't like Jin. She blamed him for Jimin feeling sad when really it was her doing, keeping her son in confinement and never really being there for him. 

"So where did you get that green jumper from because it looks great on you?" Jin asked. 

Jimin was wearing a white shirt and black trousers with a sleeveless knitted ocean green jumper over the top of it. 

"Actually hyung, you gave it to me."

"Well that explains why it looks so good on you then doesn't it. Don't I have good taste?" He said, quite proud of himself. 

"Well look who's back again. How long has it been Mr Kim?" A woman's voice scoffed behind him. Jin saw Jimin's worried face before he turned around to see Jimin's mother behind him. The two had never gotten on from the beginning. 

"Hello to you too Mrs. Park. Always nice to see you." He said back, half sarcastically but not wanting to start a fight with her, especially not in front of Jimin.

The woman scoffed again, shooting venom as she turned her attention to her son. "Jimin, you should be going now. Me and Mr Kim need to have a discussion."

But before Jimin could say anything she glared at him, forcing him to leave the room. Jin never told him what his mother said to him that day but Jimin was sure that it wasn't a pleasant conversation. When it was with his mother, it never was.