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March 19, 2018 JIN
It was a fine Saturday afternoon. Little sunbeams sift through the open bay windows of their home, illuminating their second floor in golden splendor.
Did Tae leave? Jin thought as he padded his way downstairs after taking an afternoon nap, searching for him. His feet had just landed at the bottom of the staircase when he heard voices talking loudly in the great room.
"Taehyung hyung, what Jimin and I are trying to say is that you gotta let g–"
That was surely Jungkook's voice.
"I'm not selling this house," Taehyung cut him off.
"But, Taeh–"
That's his best friend. What were they doing here?
"Jin loves this house, Jimin. He won't like it if we deci–"
Jimin, "Loved."
"What?"
"It's loved, Taehyung, not loves," Jimin sobbed.
"Hyung, please. This isn't good for you," Jungkook implored.
"Stop right there, Kook," Taehyung growled.
"But you have to accept the tru–"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut u–"
SLAP!
Jin's eyes widened. Even from where he stood, meters away, he could hear the slap rather than see it.
Jimin continued to sob, "Taehyung-ah... I know it's hard, and I'm not telling you to forget everything, but you have to accept the truth in order to let him... let them go. You have to, Tae, so that they can finally..." he paused, "So that Jin and your son can finally rest in peace."
