On the drive to the Kim house that afternoon, Jimin took out the ring Seokjin had thrown away from his pocket and held it in his palm to inspect it.
“Why did you keep it?” Taehyung asked him with a glance as he drove.
Holding the ring, Jimin said, “Just in case your dad wants to drive us out—if that happens, I can take out the ring and say, ‘Your actions tell me that you still love him’.”
Taehyung said nothing.
Jimin gave him a curious look. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s fine,” Taehyung deadpanned. “You’re welcome to try.”
Jimin put the ring away.
Before getting home, Jimin was certain that Seokjin and Jungkook had fought, and maybe Seokjin had even kicked Jungkook out by now, but the actual situation at the Kim house was far better than he imagined; it was the picture of calm and tranquillity.
Because—while they had arrived at the house, Jungkook had yet to come home.
The aunt was asking Seokjin whether Jungkook would be back for dinner tonight.
Seokjin said, “He didn’t say. He probably will.”
Before dinner was served, Aunt Lee brought Ju-yoon’s meal to his room.
It had been a while since Jimin last saw Ju-yoon, so Jimin said to Seokjin, “Dad, I’m going to go see Ju-yoon.”
Seokjin, who was watching the news on TV in the living room, nodded indifferently.
Jimin walked down the corridor to Ju-yoon’s door and knocked quietly. He was a little nervous as he waited for it to open.
The door was opened by Aunt Lee, who had a spoon in her hand. It seemed that she was in the middle of feeding Ju-yoon.
The TV in the room was on and the lighting was ample. Ju-yoon sat by the window, staring at the TV with a vacant gaze. Despite Jimin standing at the doorway, Ju-yoon didn’t turn his head to look at him.
“Ju-yoon?” Jimin called out.
Only then did Ju-yoon turn to look at Jimin, his face expressionless, as if uninterested, before returning to the TV.
“Has his mental state been a little worse off recently?” Jimin asked Aunt Lee.
“He’s been well,” said Aunt Lee.
“Why does it feel like it’s not as good as it used to be?”
“I don’t think so…” Holding the spoon, Aunt Lee said, “His food’s getting cold.”
Jimin thus said, “Sorry for interrupting.”
When he returned to the living room, Seokjin, Taehyung, and Yoongi were chatting on the sofas. The TV was showing celebrity gossip, and while Seokjin’s eyes were trained at the screen, he appeared entirely absent-minded, his attention elsewhere.
The auntie came out of the kitchen and asked, “Should I prepare dinner?”
Seokjin was snuggled in a couch corner, hugging a bolster. He turned to the aunt and said, “Go ahead.”
When he put down the bolster and made to stand up, a car engine sounded outside.
Yoongi shot a look towards the windows and said, “Jungkook’s back.”
Seokjin laughed. “If he’s back then he’s back. Whatever happens, happens.” He then stood up and was the first person to enter the dining room.
When Jungkook walked into the dining room, he appeared somewhat travel-worn. He’d already changed out of his formal attire for casual wear and sneakers, and as soon as he walked in, he sat on the unoccupied seat next to Seokjin. “Auntie, a bowl of rice please,” he shouted as he lifted a hand and flung car keys onto the dining table.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Park Jimin, a Beta, awoke after a car accident discovering that he couldn't remember anything from the last six years. He didn't remember being the top perfumer in the world, the death of his grandfather and, most importantly, he didn't...
