Imprisoned Between Heaven & Hell

💖💖💖 Part-16 💖💖💖

[Note:- All the flashbacks in this part will be on Namjoon's POV while the present will be on Authou's POV. Thank you ;) ]

{In Namjoon's room, Midnight}

Namjoon took the earlier same photoframe in his hands while sitting on his bed beside his wardrobe looking at it with fondness. Jungkook was in front of him on a chair while Jimin was beside Namjoon, admiring the picture in his hands. Tae was sitting on Namjoon's study table.

Namjoon: It's been 9 years after that incident.. that time it felt like the time has stopped though.. but now feels shocking that it has been 9 years alrady after the incident.... Some one had said right.. we never got to know when time flies away..

Tae: Hmm... I still remember her always babbering about how good her Oppa is or how good her mother cooks... Aish! She was the most talkative person I had ever scene..

Namjoon: Hmm.. Even after being a 15 years teenager.. I needed to play with dolls with her except playing with my friends..

Jimin: Aigo! Don't say like that.. I feel jealous.. for that u two have seen her joyus side and I haven't.. Mine was a cold yet caring and loving one.. The love and attention which I never got from my own parents.. neither father as he was dead defore my birth only.. and neither mother also.. I have got from her.. She was always their to hear my complains.. my joys.. my cries.. always with a small smile and small tone.. I would lost counting if I start counting how many games we both used to play together all time.. But.. I always felt something missing in her.. like she is suppressing something...

Tae: The same goes with me to.. after Aunty's death.. But she never opened up her pain with us.. never back then.. she was.. rather quiet then.. all the time.. Just responding in small voice whenever asked something.. long discussion's and teasings had turned into small conversations.. But still we always used to stay together.. I was too much happy to see her a yar back in the month of November... back to normal.. just.. not being able to talk anymore... Back then I tried asking many times if their's any problem.. but she always used to say.. "It's nothing.. I'm ok.. U don't need to worry.. U seriously worry a lot now a days!" *chuckle* That was the time which I had never expected to come that someday I will miss her talkative side.. *sigh* And the grief continues till date.. My ears are longing to hear her melodeous voice.. again..

That's when a tear drop rolled down from Namjoon's eye.. and fell on the photoframe.. and everyone's attention when their..

Namjoon: I would never get out of this guilt.. that I was not their and thought that she is Ok  at that time she needed me the most.. silly girl... Never ever opened up with her pain with anyone.. And me being a useless and duckhead shit... Never noticed the pain in her eyes when I used to visit our place twice a year for few days...

Jimin: Don't blame yourself Hyung.. we both also feel the same.. Even after being with her we never got to know.. you were far elsewhere..

Tae: Exactly.. We should feel worse than you.. and we feel it..

All the time Jungkook was just looking at all and hearing them like a curious and confused puppy but got sad at the end..

Jungkook: Hyung....*small*

Namjoon wiped his single tear drop.. looking forward towards him and giving a small smile..

Namjoon: It all started 9 years back..when I was 16.. in class 10.. while Y/n was 10... In 5th standard with Tae in the same school..While Daeun was in 8th standard.. I still remember that day...

{Flashback}

Now I'm getting ready to go to school. I have my boards after  2 months so now a days I'm too much busy and stressed also to mention half of the time frustrated. That's why now a days I'm not getting much time to spend with my family. By the term family... I mean my two sisters and my mom.. my dad rarely spends time with us. God knows where the hell does he does in his free time. Whenever I ask mom about it, she just says that he is busy doing some more important job, rather than his family.