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"I'm really fine, Hyung," Taemin emphasised. "You should leave."

It had been a month since the younger one did not talk about the teacher. A month has passed since he had been acting like everything was back to normal. A month since he never voiced out his feelings to the brothers who were dying inside to turn him back to his normal self. A month since he had been giving fake smiles that were painfully noticeable to everyone. A month since he had been living his life synthetically. And it was seen.

His brothers did not leave his side from the day he left Jungkook. He did not know if he should be thankful or feel more guilty for keeping them off their work. Surely, they had sent Jackson and Mark to take care of the matters in the warehouse and did most of their dealings from home, but still, Taemin could not help but blame himself.

Why can't I act better? He asked himself. How he wished he could mask his sorrow and at least be happy for them.

And now, he could understand why they said he could not hide his emotions. Because he is too carefree to refrain from his emotions. And he spent too many years with them to be invisible.

"You aren't fine. And we don't have much work to do. So we're not leaving," Hoseok stated as he typed down on the laptop.

"Really?" he asked and raised a brow, shifting his eyes between the male and the device on his lap.

"I'm gaming. It's not considered work," he defended with an obvious lie, and the boy turned his head towards Jimin, who was seated beside him, watching the television sporting a poker face.

Granted that Jimin was the best at being nonchalant, he did not drop his eyes from the screen even though the younger one was shooting his puppy eyes at him.

Deciding to stick to get his attention vocally, he called out for the latter.

"Jiminie Hyung," he dragged, pulling his jacket.

Jimin craned his neck towards the boy and raised a brow at him.

"I'm feeling okay, really. Please don't worry about me and go," he requested.

"Look into my eyes and tell me you are happy, Min. We'll leave," he replied and gazed at the younger man who ducked his head.

'I can do this,' he chanted and lifted his head.

"I am h-happy." Shit.

Hanging his head down, he cursed at himself and blinked his eyes to prevent the liquid from falling out of his eyes.

Jimin gently patted his head and the boy looked up with glossy eyes. He was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with the amount of love they always show towards him.

He knew that they were aware of his dislike to stay alone when he was sad. And he thought they might give up after a week. But he was proved completely wrong when they did not slip out of his vision of sight even for a second. They kept him company throughout the day and even at night when they cuddled him to sleep.

Jimin should have left him to die that day. Maybe then, they would not have to deal with an emotional fool who gets easily connected to people and grieves to cut it afterward.

He was the one who started it, didn't he? But he failed to end it.

Furthermore, he was angry at himself for being weak. So weak that he could not even fake a proper smile. His throat constricted while a lump formed as he tightly held it inside to not let it out. Nevertheless, he was unsuccessful in keeping up when Jimin spoke his next words.