Taehyung pov ,
"he's still shaking."
"Perhaps the hot cup of tea will help taehyung?"
"Not if he won't drink it, xukai."
"Commander jimin , let's not overwhelm him. I'll be back in a few minutes and we can try again."
The back door shut behind him, and jimin appeared before eyes, obstructing my view of the clean white wall of the kitchen.
Jimin was frowning with worry as I refused to respond to his questions.
I was trembling more than a newborn penguin taking its first steps in the bitter cold.
Memories of my grandmother were flashing in my head- her comforting smile, her squeaky laugh, her joy in the littlest things. She was the type of person who felt guilty for stepping on ants, or even flowers if she was not able to see them in time.
The close bond we shared when we lived together had disintegrated slowly once she left me under the care of Uncle . It was difficult to keep in touch with her when she was too busy trekking around the world.
But that didn't mean I stopped caring.
I was grateful that she took me under her wing when my parents passed away and that she was generous enough to purchase my very first wand for me when she saw I was ready to unleash my supernatural side.
It was just beyond my realm of understanding as to how such a woman ended up on a wall meant to warn future criminals of the price they would have to pay for any atrocities they commit.
The part that hurt the most though?
I was the last living kim. The only remaining member of my family had been killed, and I did not have a clue.
"The wall must come down," I muttered almost inaudibly, forcing jimin to lean closer so he could get a grasp on what I was trying to say.
"Sorry, could you repeat that?" Jimin asked.
"The wall must come down," I recited, turning my head to look at him as I raised my voice another octave.
"If I'm going to stay with jungkook, that wall will not stand any longer."
Jimin's lips parted in understanding, and he sat down on the barstool beside me, taking my quivering fingers in his.
"I don't know what you saw, but I have a feeling you will try to confront jungkook about it."
Jimin waited a moment to see if I would confirm his thoughts, but I stayed silent.
"If you do so," jimin started, lowering his pitch.
"Approach the subject carefully. Jungkook will hear you out once, but not a second time. You only have one shot to convince him."
Just as jimin said that, the back door swung open and jungkook stepped inside,
kicking the door shut behind him as he frowned at our pointed stares .
"Why are both of you staring at me like that?
Jimin stood and patted my back comfortingly before leaving the kitchen to give us a bit of privacy.
Jungkook pulled his gloves off slowly and eyed my shivering form with a somewhat concerned look on his face.
Jungkook walked over to my side and placed
the back of his hand on my forehead,
"Do you have a fever? Why are you
shaking?"
"Jungkook," I paused, licking my lips as I tried
to form an explanation. He raised an
eyebrow and watched me struggle to place my emotions in words, "Yes?"
