Chapter - 11

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The atmosphere in the farmhouse is heavy, a somber mood settling over the once lively dining room. The table, usually filled with laughter and chatter during the festival, is now silent. The elders—Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, Mr. and Mrs. Kim—sit around the table, their expressions downcast, eyes filled with worry and sadness. 

Jin, Namjoon, and Jimin exchange worried glances, each of them acutely aware of the melancholy that has taken hold. This was supposed to be a joyous occasion, a time for celebration and happiness. But instead, the festival has turned into a day of sorrow and uncertainty.

Namjoon, always the quiet observer, gently nudges Jin, who is sitting beside him. "Jin, say something," he whispers, his voice low but insistent. "We can't just let them stay like this."

Jin hesitates for a moment, his eyes scanning the faces of the elders. He's only known them for a few years, having married Namjoon a year after Taehyung and Jungkook's breakup. It had been a whirlwind romance—fast, intense, and full of love. But it also meant that Jin wasn't there to witness the deep bond that once existed between the Jeons and Kims. He'd only met them at the wedding and had only interacted with the elders since. Jungkook had been present then, but Jin hadn't seen him again after that, until now.

When once Jin asked Namjoon about it, he said, "I don't know their full history either, Jin. Taehyung never told me. The only one who really knows is Jimin."

Jin clears his throat, the sound breaking the heavy silence in the room. He tries to muster a cheerful tone, though it comes out a bit forced. "Ah, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Kim, I'm sure Taehyung and Jungkook will be back soon. You know how they are—probably just needed some air."

Jimin, sensing that Jin might need some backup, quickly joins in. "Exactly! Those two might be stubborn, but they care too much about everyone here to stay away for long. I'm sure they'll come back before the day's over."

Mrs. Jeon, who has been staring blankly at her untouched plate, looks up at Jimin with a faint, sad smile. "You really think so, Jimin-ah?"

Jimin nods, trying to project more confidence than he feels. "Yes, I do. They've been through a lot, but deep down, they're still the same boys who grew up together, who love their families. They'll come back."

Mr. Kim sighs, his eyes clouded with concern. "I just wish they didn't have to go through all this. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were so happy once..."

Jin, feeling the weight of the elders' sadness, tries once more to lift the mood. "Why don't we have some tea? It might help us feel a little better while we wait for them to come back."

Jimin quickly agrees, "Yes, let's do that. I'll help you, Jin-hyung." He rises from his seat, offering the elders a reassuring smile before heading to the kitchen with Jin.

As they start preparing the tea, Jin glances at Jimin, his voice low and concerned. "Do you really think they'll come back?"

Jimin hesitates, his hands pausing as he reaches for the teapot. His eyes are clouded with concern, reflecting the uncertainty of the situation. "I don't know, hyung," he finally says, his voice soft, almost defeated. "But I have to believe they will. They need to work through this, and so do we. All we can do is be here for them when they do."

Jin offers a small, comforting smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes. They gather the tea and trays, returning to the dining room where the elders are still seated, their faces etched with quiet worry. The atmosphere remains heavy, the air thick with unspoken fears.

But just as they step through the doorway, Jin's eyes widen as he catches sight of two figures approaching from the hallway. His heart skips a beat, and he exclaims with a mix of relief and surprise, "Oh, they're back!"

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