Mystery | Yoonmin

7. Cemetery

It was cold. Breezing wind flew past his face causing a shivering in his body. He was walking with his luggage with no exact destination.

But he knew one place where he need to go, it is must otherwise he won't feel at peace.

He slowly proceeded towards the cemetery closest to their house. He wasn't told exactly if this is the where his brother's body was buried, he guessed.

He didn't got the opportunity to see him for the last time, to touch him and feel his presence.

How did he took his life?If he was given a proper goodbye ? If Parks did his funeral well?What about his friends, did they visit him? What about the boy Jihoon was in love with? Who was he?

He probably won't find this answers but anyway nothing can bring his brother back. He needs peace now. Probably being in his presence can give him some peace.

And there he was in the cemetery looking around for his name. And just that moment he noticed the slate with his name black in colour with white marking. It was him. Beneath lied his brother.

Right now it was impossible for him to stop his tears. He tried to be strong infront of his parents but now this sight is breaking him.He didn't bother to wipe them he let them flow. 

Jimin went ahead and collapsed to his knees in front of the gravestone, his fingers trembling as they traced the name carved into the cold, unfeeling stone. His breath hitched, his chest tightening with a sorrow so deep it felt as though it would consume him whole. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw and broken. “I wasn’t here to protect you. I should have looked for you, should have stayed by your side. I never should have left you alone.” His shoulders shook as he swallowed back another sob. “This is my fault… all my fault. I should have reached you in time.” 

The wind howled through the cemetery, carrying with it the scent of rain and earth, but Jimin barely noticed. His mind was trapped in the past, in the memories of the brother who had once been his refuge. 

“Jihoon, you were my family,” he choked, his fingers digging into the dirt. “Whenever something bad happened to me, I ran to you. You were my safest place… so why wasn’t I yours?” His voice broke, grief spilling from him like an open wound. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?” He clenched his fists, frustration and guilt twisting inside him. “Even if I was too blind to see it myself, you should have told me just once, Jihoon. You know I would have come running to you.” 

Silence was his only answer. 

His vision blurred with fresh tears as he let out a bitter laugh. “Was I such a terrible brother?” he murmured, pressing his forehead against the gravestone, seeking warmth where there was none. “Tell me, Jihoon. Was I really that bad?” 

The wind whispered around him, but it did not carry the voice he longed to hear. 

Jimin let out a strangled sob, his grief sinking deep into his bones. “Look at me now,” he whispered to the cold night. “I’m all alone.”

He sat there for next few hours in silence, relishing their memories.

Soon the sun rose to its beauty marking the beginning of a new day. But for Jimin he is clueless. Clueless of where he should go, what he should do, his purpose in life.

He got up and with a small smile to his brother "Take rest I will come again, you ain't getting relief from me" he let out and left the cemetery in search of a new place to stay.

He had some money in his account which he either saved, or earned while tutoring back in Seoul. That will be enough to pass few days.

He was now in search of a low budget dorm.He started his journey asked some bypasser and stumbled upon few dorms.Finally after a whole day of search one dorm did fit his budget. It was a two sharing one room dorm, with attached bathroom and no kitchen, food was their to worry. Well it was okay. He just need to stay somewhere before he sorts out what to do.

He handed some cash as advance to the old lady who was the landlord and went inside the room. His dorm mate was not there, he took the advantage and started unpacking and settled his side of the room.He got fresh and started eating some cookies, cakes that he noticed while unpacking. Somi and Taemin did for sure. He definitely was missing them but he didn't have the courage to call them and let them know his situation.

He kept his phone switch off all day.He knows if they find out he isn't coming to college because he won't be able to afford, they will jump in and will try to help him financially, which he doesn't want.They supported him enough emotionally and anyway he was doing it back then so that he gets a job soon and can bring his brother to stay with him.This all now feels totally useless.

As he was busy in his thoughts, the door slightly cracked open, a boy with red hair , a boxy smile entered.

"Hello Jimin, the old lady told me you are my roommate now. Nice to meet you, I am Kim Taehyung " he announced and plopped in his bed.

"Umm yeah I already unpacked and settled my side and I took the lower side of the cupboard, so I had to place your materials above" Jimin informed.He wasn't in any mood for meetings or greetings. Then he laid on his bed facing towards the wall and back towards the red head.

"Oh okay, good night I guess" Taehyung let out with confusion in his voice. He definitely didn't like this meet up. His roommate was extremely rude and well he have to adjust now. That's what Kim Taehyung did all his life ... Adjust. With this he too went to sleep unbothered.