MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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'Oh. You actually slept inside.' Namjoon smiled widely at me when I came downstairs to force myself to start eating again

'I stayed inside.' I correct him. I didn't sleep much. Maybe an hour, more or less. I spent most of the night hugging her pillow, crying into it to stiffle my sobs. I fell asleep only after tiring myself out, but then I had a dream about her, and I woke up only to cry more.

'One day at a time.' He keeps smiling

I poured juice and grabbed the second glass for a millionth time, but at least this time, I realised it sooner rather than later, and I let go of it after swallowing down the pain. I wonder if I'll ever stop doing that.

'Morning.' Jungkook came to the table, lightly leaning on his leg, but he's still using the crutches. And he's half asleep.

His eyes are more closed than open. He's got toothpaste on his chin. His hair looks like he stuck a finger in an outlet. Dragging himself over, he was about to sit down next to me, pulling the chair out clumsily.

'No!' I slammed my palm on the chair loudly, making him jump slightly at the loud impact and he stumbled back with eyes wide open

'Shit. Sorry! I didn't even pay attention. Sorry. Sorry.' He woke up in no time and moved over to the chair further down, instantly letting go of hers

'J-'

'This is her spot! She sits here!' I growled at Namjoon, tightly holding the knife in my hand

'I was gonna ask you to pass me the juice.' He points at the juice pitcher that I left next to me instead of putting it back in the middle of the table

Oh.

Wordlessly, I passed him the juice and he just went on like I didn't just explode over Jungkook sitting down on an empty chair.

'I'm sorry.'

My words made both of them stop moving, looking at me in wonder.

'I know she's not really here. I know she won't sit here again. I'm just...'

'Don't even worry about it, J. I literally haven't sat in that spot in 2 years. I was just out of it and wasn't paying attention.' Jungkook chuckles at me, acting like nothing happened

'It doesn't make it any better. It's just a fucking chair. An empty spot. Nothing more. I shouldn't explode over that.'

'It might be a chair, but she was there every single day. It's understandable. I'd do the same if I were you. Really, don't worry about it.'

'Just focus on gaining the weight back. Eat.' Namjoon cuts in, ordering me like I'm a child. And like a child, I listened.

I decided to eat and get my strength back. He asked me to bring the Angel back, but with the strenght I have right now, the only winged creature I could bring in is a chicken. And that's a dead one. I wouldn't even be able to catch one.

Feeling slightly proud of myself after eating and keeping it in me, I thought I'd go and tell her about it. Maybe she will be proud of me, too.

It's definitely gotten colder. It's like only last week the scorching heat felt like it was melting off my skin, and now I feel like I might need a jacket the moment I step outside. The sun is bright up in the sky, yet it doesn't feel like it's doing much. Or maybe it's because I really am skin and bones at the moment, so everything is harsher. 

I walked to her stone, trying to put up a smile for her. 

'Hello, my one and only. I'm sorry that I didn't stay with you last night. I got told off for sleeping out here, so I saved myself the trouble of arguing with them.'