𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

Confession

Madam Moon dries the relentless tears on her face before she exits the room. Inside her is a mixture of concern, sorry, regrets, and much more unspeakable feelings, yet her demeanor remains graceful as she descends down the stairs.

In the bright living room where the thick curtains are combed to the side, allowing abundant sunlight to shine through, Jimin is leaning back on the sofa while Minkook is standing on the cushion, rambling nonstop to his father. As she approaches, both turn their head to look at her.

Her unusual facial expression calls for a question, to which Jimin asks, "Is everything alright?"

"Jungkook is in his room. You should go see him. He's... not feeling well. I'll stay with Minkook." She traverses toward the father and son. The glint in her eyes suggests urgency, causing Jimin to jump up to his feet. "Thank you," he utters and then hurries toward the stairs.

With long strides, he arrives in front of the door in no time. He grabs the doorknob and opens in.

From the view of the ajar door, Jungkook is sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the bed, his arms resting on his knees while his head hangs down toward the joining of his hands. On the other side of the bed, toward the closet is the messy suitcase Minkook left earlier.

Jimin enters the room and closes the door. He tiptoes to the glum figure on the floor and sits facing him. His head tilts down to catch a glimpse of the face he so adores. Promptly, the back of his palm moves to check Jungkook's forehead.

"Madam Moon said you're not feeling well," he says with worry. Both of his hands then hold his beloved's cheeks, lifting his face to meet his eyes. "Your face is red. Your eyes look like you cried. Are you feeling ill?"

Jungkook was fine just earlier. Minkook came down the stairs so excitedly, talking about how his Papa is full of fun, and now, suddenly, Jungkook is in this condition.

Jungkook grabs Jimin's hands and removes them from his face. Jimin, baffled by the other person's actions, he questions with his innocently brown eyes, "What's wrong?"

Jungkook doesn't reply, instead, his hand goes to the side. He grabs and opens the mobile device and hands it over to Jimin.

My old phone. Jimin accepts it with a confused face. He takes a gander at it, skimming the unknown text on the screen.

It's Uncle...

Jimin scrolls while his heart beats anxiously. Once he reaches the end, he lifts his face up and surveys the other person's expression.

Is he mad?

Is he upset again?

Fears of Jungkook pushing him away ignites. Jimin's hand quivers as he places the phone down, causing a thud as the phone hits the floor. His widened eyes gaze at the source of his fears—Jungkook's cold demeanor. "I'm sorry," he mutters.

"For what?" Jungkook asks. His eyes now follow every little movement of Jimin's face. His voice is noticeably nasal from his stuffy nose.

"For not telling you... That you had to know this way. I'm sorry..."

Jungkook takes a deep breath. His face is dishearteningly frozen while his eyes are familiarly sad. "You can tell me now?" he says softly. His voice sounds like a suggestion but it isn't. It's a demand—a demand that Jimin knows he can no longer refuse.

"What do you want to know? I don't know where to start," Jimin says anxiously.

"About your parents, why didn't you tell me?" His voice rings gently, which eases some part of Jimin's fears.