Step-brothers ||BTS FF

Chapter 11

A gloomy atmosphere filled the room.

The boy's whimpers joined the broken silence.

No one was able to comfort him due to their own shock.

Everyone else who was present in the room as well was just staring at him with pity.

Faint footsteps were heard behind them. They looked up, finally glancing at something new.

"Oh, you're up?" Namjoon put a fake smile on

"Is everything okay?" Y/N questions them, sensing the gloominess.

"Sweetie, why don't you go have something first? We can always talk later." Mrs. Kim suggested trying to cover up her sad face. but she's Y/N.

Jimin abruptly stood and walked past her, going upstairs without taking a glance at anyone.

"I think we should take our leave," Mr. Kim said and walked out, followed by Mrs. Kim after she gave everyone an 'everything will be fine' look.

"Was he crying?" she mumbles to herself.

She looks at the boys who just gave her a sadistic smile and leaves one after the other, except Taehyung, who just glared at her.

"Come in," Jungkook says, restless.

"Hey kookie Oppa!"

"Oh, hi Y/n"

"Would you mind telling me what's up with Jimin?" He sighs deeply.

"I'm too tired for that." His voice suddenly turned cold.

"Ok, but I don't think it is healthy for him to stay locked up in his room all day. Why don't one of you guys talk to him?"

"He just needs some time alone, Y/N, and so do I and all of us."

"Oh, ok." She said nothing more and quietly left his room. He regretted saying that to her, but he just wanted to be alone.

She knocked on his door but heard no response.

"Jimin?" she called, starting to get worried. She did not hear him speak, but his sobs definitely clenched her heart. "If you don't open this door, I'll break it!" Seconds later, he stood in front of her with cold yet puffy eyes.

"What do you want?" he stressed, holding on to his verge of breaking down in front of her.

She glanced at him and walked into his room.

"Hey!" he glared. but closed the door anyway. "Listen-"

"You don't have time to deal with me right now and want to be left alone?" He does not reply; he just looks down. "I'm here for you, not myself, and I'll leave as soon as you feel better." She wraps her hands around him and caresses his back.

He felt warm. He loved that feeling. He let all the tears he was holding back fall and hugged her back.

"Let it out," she whispers against his ears.

He did; he let out everything he had held inside of him.

No matter how hard someone tries to deny it or says, 'They don't care, deep down, they do.

It's all the magic of words.

Words have energy and power, with the ability to help, heal, hinder, hurt, harm, humiliate, and humble.

It's always good to be careful with your words. Once they are said, they can be forgiven, never forgotten. The words you write or speak to others can have a huge impact on them.