A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

9 ~ The Scars Pain Leaves

It's probably ten minutes later that I'm finally walking out of Yoongi's bedroom from having dropped off Jimin's tea, having had to take a few minutes to myself after our conversation. Being reminded of what I came from, being told what my brother who doesn't even remember me has still somehow managed to become... it's hard to hear. It flares my own anger and hatred, drives them to new heights, something that makes keeping my head about myself more difficult than I'd like to admit.

It's for that reason, that when I walk out of Yoongi's room, I head towards where I had seen Jin when I'd originally came up here. I want to do my best to go in order of who fell chronologically, but Taehyung is going to be a difficult one for me, to the point I know I'll end up leaving him for last at this point. I try not to think about it all though as I knock lightly on the open door to the room that Jin has appeared to claim, watching as his head snaps around in my direction from where he'd been putting clothes away in his closet.

His expression drops when he realizes it's me at the doorway, but I give him a small smile in attempt to reassure him. It doesn't seem to really do much good as he purses his lips, hanging the clothes that he'd had in hand before heading in my direction. I merely nod at this, leading us downstairs and opting for the studio I'd claimed yesterday so as to give him some privacy to this conversation. He ends up sitting on the couch that's in the room, myself taking a seat at the desk and spinning my chair around to face him.

"What do you want to know?" Jin breathes out in a sigh, a tired and defeated expression donning his face as he looks down at his hands he has clasped together in front of himself.

"I want to hear what happened in your own words, how it all happened and how it made you feel, how you came to the conclusion you'd come to that day." I answer simply, once again trying to maintain a casual demeanor for the moment. I know it won't last long, these conversations are dark, but if I can at least try to make it slightly less intimidating then I will.

"You heard what happened from Jimin." Jin says, eyes squinted at me as he quirks an eyebrow. I pull a smile at this, nodding.

"I did. I want to hear it from your perspective though. Everyone interprets everything differently, catches different things. I want to hear your story." I elaborate in a light tone, though it doesn't appear to change his perspective on the matter much.

"And what difference is it going to make to hear what happened from everyone's perspective?" He questions, not seeming to be any more interested in talking about it than Jimin had been.

"You have to heal the wounds from the source, Jin. I can stop you from burning yourself every time you move to do so, but until I figure out what is causing that burn, until  I turn the burner off, you're going to keep coming right back to it. You may not come back right away, but you'll come back. And if you come back to the fire, it'll drag everyone else down with you. There's only so many times you can save someone from being their own demise though, Jin. I don't think any of us want to tempt that fate if we don't have to." I reason gently, a frown growing on the elder's face at this. He drops his head at this, but I remain silent in hopes that he'll finally start talking.

"I don't really know when it happened... we were having some of the best times of our lives, our careers were going great, Jimin and Tae and Kook had all just graduated. Everyone was so happy. And then, somewhere along the line, Jimin started to get quieter. He disengaged more. We've all known each other well enough by then, I remembered clearly the way the hate he got back at the beginning left him feeling, the way it left him reeling, the way he struggled. I never did much better at handling the hate than he did, but I thought I'm older now, I can handle this, I just need to see what they're saying about Jiminie now and then I can fix this again.