[COMPLETED] ENDURING LOVE (JIKOOK)

48; Rediscovering Passion

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JUNGKOOK

It's been a few weeks since everything came crashing down. Life has settled into a strange new rhythm—steady, but always tinged with the remnants of pain and betrayal.

Jimin and I have been trying to piece ourselves back together, one day at a time. There are moments when things almost feel normal again, when Jimin smiles and laughs, and I catch glimpses of the person he was before all this happened. But then, there are days when the weight of everything is too much, and the shadows of what Hobi did cast a long, dark veil over our lives.

Today is one of those days.

Jimin stands by the window, staring out at the rain as it streaks down the glass. He's been quieter than usual, lost in his thoughts. We'd both known this day was coming—the day we would visit Hobi in prison. But knowing it and being ready for it are two very different things.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," I say gently, breaking the silence. "No one would blame you for staying away."

He turns to look at me, his expression unreadable. "I need to do this, hyung. I need to see him... to understand."

I nod, though the thought of facing Hobi makes my blood run cold. I can't say no to Jimin, not when he's set on something like this. "Okay," I agree, my voice steady. "We'll go together."

The drive to the prison is silent, the rain pattering against the car windows like a mournful song. I keep glancing over at Jimin, trying to read his emotions, but his face remains a mask of calm determination. I can tell he's nervous, though—his fingers twist and untwist in his lap, a subtle sign that he's trying to keep his anxiety in check.

When we arrive, the cold, grey walls of the prison loom ahead, imposing and unwelcoming. We're led through a series of security checks and metal gates before finally being ushered into a small, sterile visiting room. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzz quietly, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

We sit down at a metal table, the only thing separating us from the man who once called himself our friend. The minutes tick by slowly, each one stretching out like an eternity. My heart pounds in my chest as we wait, and I can feel the tension radiating off Jimin beside me.

Finally, the door on the other side of the room opens, and Hobi is led in. He looks thinner, and paler than the last time we saw him. His usually bright eyes are dulled, his once confident posture slumped. He's dressed in the standard prison uniform, the sight of which sends a chill down my spine.

For a moment, none of us speak. The weight of everything unsaid hangs heavy in the air.

"Hoba..." Jimin's voice is barely a whisper, but it's enough to break the silence. Hobi looks up, his gaze meeting Jimin's for the first time in weeks.

"Jimin... Jungkook hyung..." Hobi's voice is hoarse, like he hasn't spoken in days. He takes a seat across from us, his hands cuffed in front of him. "Why are you here?"

Jimin nods, his eyes searching Hobi's face for... something. I don't know if it's answers, closure, or a sign of remorse that he's looking for, but whatever it is, he seems determined to find it.

"How... how have you been?" Jimin asks, his voice trembling slightly.

Hobi lets out a bitter laugh, a sound that's more painful than anything. "How do you think I've been, Jimin? I'm in prison. Every day, I wake up in this place and wonder how I got here. How I let everything go so wrong."