My Hyung | Jikook (Complete)

Chapter 37. Compassion?

Tears coming from the closed eyes are rolling down slowly on the soft cheeks, which are tinted red because of all the crying and rubbing on them constantly to wipe away those beautiful crystal-like tears which belongs to the most beautiful and gorgeous omega someone has ever seen, but they are oblivious to the pain that beauty is carrying inside him right now.

But was that pain, is really caused by others or created by his own mistakes and ignorance towards the only person who loved him(Jimin) with his whole life and existence? Who changed his choices, his likes and dislikes for him(Jimin), and moulded himself according to him(Jimin) so that when he stood beside him(Jimin), he(Jimin) would never feel ashamed of him(Jungkook).

What does he want more? Is that really a question? Doesn't he already know what his heart really wants?

More tears rolling down, reflecting the city view in them upside down, looking so beautiful—a picture worthy—but again those crystal like tears harshly wiped away by a small hand from the tinted cheeks, also with that runny nose, which also became red.

Jimin finally opened his eyes and looked outside from the widow at all the skyscrapers surrounded them. He was feeling so small right now, don't know, all because of his doing to the other or because he was literally comparing his size with those tall towers.

A buzz on the phone took his attention away from those glassed buildings, and he took his phone out of his pocket to check who was calling him.

It was Jungkook; a small smile crept on his red lips as he was biting them continuously to not let the sobs out in the public transport and made himself fool in front of a stranger.

He bit his lip again and disconnected the call; he was not in the right mind to attend that call.

He stuffed the phone back in his pocket and again started staring out of the window.

Soon the taxi stopped in front of the Magnate café, where he had planned to meet Taehyung, as they'd planned to go to Yoongi's final concert after this meeting, which is happening in Seoul tonight, but is he really ready to face anyone right now? Maybe not, but he promised his friend that he would attend his concert, so he will definitely fulfil his promise.

'But what about the question Yoongi asked him before going?' Jimin thought, Does he have any answers to give him? Did he prepare himself for it?

The answer is 'no'.

But still, he didn't stop, like his mind had stopped working; he couldn't really have the energy to understand what was going on around him and what he was doing.

He closed the car's door with a thud and fixed his ankle-length long white trench coat and tied the belt of the coat tightly around his small waist, making it look more thin and hiding his beige dress shirt and brown high waist wide pants underneath. Then he fixed the Vitton brown woollen scarf around his neck and took out his Quay gold purple aviators and wore them because he didn't want anyone to see his tears. He also fixed his silver hair while walking on the pavement going towards the café entrance, whilst stuffing his hands in his trench coat pockets.

Making his appearance as small and reserved as possible because he knows that he is famous and people might recognise him.

Soon, with a tinkling sound of the wind chimes above the wooden door of the entrance, he walked inside.

He traced his gaze all over the café and soon found Taehyung sitting in the far corner near the window, which opened to the back garden view.