He took deep breath put his palm on doorknob and pushed open the bedroom door and froze at the sight before him.
His entire world crash down in an instant. All his dreams and promises were broken in a second. A single tear flowed from his left eye a...
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Jimin tried to smile, though it trembled at the edges. "Eomma, appa, go-od pra-nk... I know this is Jungkook-k's idea. Now, tell him to come o-out," he said, his voice quivering as he began searching around the room as if Jungkook would jump out any moment, laughing at how scared he'd made him.
"Kookie, where are you? Please come here, it's not funny anymore. You wanted to scare me, right? Look, I'm scared,"
Mrs. Jeon’s sobs grew louder, her heartbreaking further at the sight of Jimin’s denial. "Ji-min, please—" she managed to choke out through her tears.
"What, eomma? I don't believe what you're saying!" Jimin insisted, shaking his head vigorously.
His voice grew louder, more frantic as if raising it could drown out the truth.
"TELL ME WHERE HE IS!"
Finally, Jimin collapsed onto his knees, his body folding in on itself like a child seeking comfort, his strength evaporating as he sobbed openly, desperately. His heart was shattering, and he didn’t know how to stop it.
Mrs. Jeon’s own heart broke even more as she witnessed the devastation in Jimin’s eyes. How could she tell this broken boy, who loved her son so dearly, that his lover would never come back?
she slowly knelt in front of him. She gently took Jimin’s small, chubby trembling hands into her own.
Flashback
Jungkook couldn’t stop the excitement bubbling inside him as he spoke to his mother. His eyes sparkled, and a wide bunny smile stretched across his face.
“Eomma, you wouldn’t believe it! Jimin’s hands are so small and cute,” Jungkook giggled, remembering how he had held them today when he finally confessed his love. He could still feel the warmth of Jimin’s touch lingering on his skin.
Mrs. Jeon watched her son with a heart full of happiness. She had never seen him this joyful before.
"Eomma I don't know how to tell you that how much I love him" jungkook said with bunny smile and his mother looked him happily.
“You know, Eomma,” Jungkook said, his voice dropping to a tender whisper, “One day, I’m going to marry him. I want to grow old with him, just like you and Appa.”
Mrs. Jeon’s eyes glistened with tears of joy as she touched her son’s shoulder gently. They both laughed together, the sound full of warmth and hope for the future.
Present
With tears streaming down her face, Mrs. Jeon slowly placed Jimin’s hand over his own heart, the steady, rhythmic beating the only sound between them. Jimin looked at her, confused, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand what she was doing.
"He’s here," she whispered, her voice breaking as she sobbed even harder.
Jimin stared at her blankly for a moment, his mind struggling to process what she was trying to tell him. It felt like time had stopped, the world around him fading as his mind raced to piece together the puzzle. Slowly, his gaze drifted to Mr. Jeon, who had been silently crying all this time, and now came to kneel beside them.
"Appa... is Kookie gone?" Jimin finally asked, his voice small and innocent, like a child. He still held onto the faint hope that his appa would say no, but Mr. Jeon turned his head away with a sob.
