AUTHOR POV:-
Later That Evening - Guest Room, Mingyu’s Mansion
The room was dimly lit, half-packed suitcases lying open on the bed. Clothes folded with hesitant hands. A passport tucked into a leather holder. Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, quiet, staring at his half-zipped bag like it might whisper an answer he hadn’t found yet.
A soft knock came at the door.
He turned. “Come in.”
It creaked open, and the familiar scent of his childhood wafted in first, warm spices, floral perfume, fabric softener.
“Jiminie,” his mother’s (Mrs. Park) voice cooed gently.
“Eomma,” he whispered, and his face crumbled for a moment.
Mrs. Park rushed over, cupping his cheeks, brushing his hair back like she used to when he was just a little boy with an innocent face and a thousand dreams. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she murmured. “You don’t have to be strong for us. Not right now.”
Jimin’s father entered more quietly, holding a thermos and a small paper bag. “Made your favorite tea. Chamomile with honey. And kimbap, just like you like it,” he said, placing it on the bedside table. His voice was calm, but the redness around his eyes betrayed his worry.
“I… I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” Jimin said, blinking through fresh tears.
“You think your mother would let her baby leave without a proper goodbye?” Mr. Park teased softly, though his voice cracked at the end.
Mrs. Park sat beside him on the bed, her arms sliding around his shoulders. “We heard from Mingyu,” she said quietly. “He called us. Told us everything.”
Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise. “I told him not to- I mean would tell it by myself, umm, I was afraid that appa won't let me go.”
“And we respect your privacy, darling,” she reassured him, pressing a hand over his heart. “But we also know when our child is hurting. And we’re here. No matter what. Also I know you came here after a long time and we don't want to live without you again but if it's about my baby's dream then Jimina your parents will never be a barrier.”
Mr. Park stepped closer, crouching in front of Jimin, his expression more serious. “You’re doing something brave, son. Not everyone has the strength to walk away to heal. I want you to know… this is not a retreat. This is growth.”
“But I feel like I’m abandoning everyone,” Jimin whispered, his voice shaking. “Eomma , Appa , Hyungie, Yoongi… the members. Kazuya hyung, ”
Mrs. Park pulled him into her chest, stroking his back. “No, sweetheart. You’re choosing you for the first time in a long time. That’s not abandonment. That’s survival.”
Jimin cried softly in her arms, his tears wetting her blouse. “I don’t even know if I’ll be the same when I come back.”
“You don’t have to be the same,” Mr. Park said gently, rising to his feet. “You just have to be okay. That’s all we want. And we’ll support you every step of the way.”
“Where am I going?” Jimin asked, sniffling. “I mean, where are you and Hyungie decided to send me?”
Mrs. Park smiled through her tears. “Somewhere peaceful. Private. Where no one will find you unless you want them to. You’ll focus on music, therapy, breathing. And the only people who know… are in this room and your Hyungie”
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