It's Complicated [Jimin]

Chapter 20

(HyoJin's P.O.V)

Taehyung's arms were wrapped around me again as we sat on his bed, after I'd told him the whole story through stinging tears. He was warm and smelt like his sweet cologne.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come. Your sister's in bed and you probably want to do that too." I apologized, slowly releasing myself from his embrace.

"It's fine, honestly. I just want to make sure you're okay." he replied, "I'm.. sorry you had to see Jimin like that. He doesn't do that often at all. The only times were after his ex girlfriend."

Then why now? What had I done?

"I don't know what I've done.." I trailed off, sobbing again.

I had gone to see Jimin at 3PM, returned back at around 4PM and despite Jungkook saying he'd look after me, I decided to get dropped off home alone.

Then, at six something, I couldn't deal with it alone and I had to see Taehyung. He always knew how to make me feel better; he just had that way about him.

Suddenly, his door creaked open and I jumped a little in fright. Is it his parents? I thought.

But it wasn't. It was his younger sister, SeRyn.

"Oppa.. I heard crying, are you okay?" she rubbed her eyes tiredly, wearing a purple nightgown.

He shook his head, and put a hand on my shoulder. "Not me SeRyn-ah. Go back to bed."

"Oh! HyoJin-unnie!" her tired eyes widened, and she ran towards me, "unnie are you okay? You look sad, your cheeks are wet!"

I pulled her up onto my lap and she wiped my tears with the cuffs of her nightgown and I couldn't help but smile at her sweet gesture.

"Mm. Unnie is okay, don't worry." I forced a smile and tickled her, to which she responded by erupting into giggles.

"SeRyn-ah, let's go to bed now, hmm?" Taehyung picked her up as he grinned at how we had been giggling together.

"Ah, oppa! I want you and HyoJin-unnie to read me a bed time story!" she whined in his arms, reaching a hand out towards me.

"Again?" he raised his eyebrow, a smile peaking at the corners of his lips, "I read you one earlier."

She nodded eagerly. "Again oppa."

"Okay, what do you want to hear?" I asked, standing up beside Taehyung.

I thought about the sweet memory of Taehyung, though I'd tried to erase anything that reminded me of Jimin as best I could over the last few days.

It was Tuesday now. I had left on Sunday as planned and things were going fine with my dad and his wife. My mother knew something was up with me and Jimin, because he didn't see me off like the other six did, and she let my father know too. My father understood my quietness wasn't just because I was shy, but because I was hurting more than he could imagine.