"~~Land in Miam- Ouch" Taehyung winced when he was pinned to the wall.
Its been a week since that night and when Taehyung woke up next morning to an empty space next to him. He saw a mess of cum on the bedsheet but he didn't find a drop of blood anywhere. So he took a guess that Hiya wasn't virgin at all. Who cares?
But he cared.
No.
Not for her.
But for Jimin.
That evening, Jimin entered the living room, a suitcase gripped tightly in his hand, startling the other four who were lounging around, their chatter abruptly silenced. The atmosphere shifted as their eyes widened in surprise, confusion knitting their brows together. Jimin's resolve was palpable, and with a steady voice, he announced, "I miss my fathers and I'm going to pay them a visit."
The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and the reactions were immediate. Yoongi's expression darkened, concern etched into his features as he took a step forward, a protective instinct igniting within him. "Jimin, wait. You can't just leave like this. We need to talk about everything that's happened," he urged, his voice steady but laced with urgency.
Jeongguk and Seokjin exchanged worried glances, the tension in the room thickening. Jeongguk, typically the more carefree of the group, felt a knot of anxiety form in his stomach. "Hyung, please don't go. We're here for you. We can figure this out together," he implored, his youthful face marred with worry.
But Jimin stood firm, his gaze unwavering, the suitcase almost a shield against their concern. "I need to do this," he insisted, his voice rising above the growing murmur of protests. "You don't understand. I need to see them. I can't stay here and pretend everything is fine when it's not. I miss them a lot"
And when Taehyung started to speak, Jimin came and hugged him, taking him by surprise. "I need a little time with them. I've been terribly missing them and don't worry I'll be back in a month." Thats what he said before giving a forehead peck to Taehyung.
Taehyung didn't understand why he felt a pang in his chest, a heavy weight that settled there as he watched Jimin prepare to leave. There was something behind that tight-lipped smile, an unspoken farewell that felt like it was suffocating him. Jimin looked so fragile, his eyes glossed over with emotions that remained just beneath the surface, but Taehyung respected his need for space, even as it left a gaping hole in his heart.
It had been two weeks since that day, and everything felt dull in Jimin's absence. The laughter that usually filled their shared spaces had faded, leaving behind an echoing silence that only magnified Taehyung's restlessness. He found himself moving through each day in a fog, boredom seeping into every aspect of his life. Even the usual distractions, like hanging out with friends, felt hollow without Jimin by his side. It was as if a crucial part of his world had been snatched away, and he couldn't quite figure out how to navigate the emptiness.
