Why? || Kim Taehyung

03

"P-Park Jimin?!"

He smiled fully, this time reaching his eyes. "Long time no see Jeon Jiwoo,"

...

"What are you doing here?"

"Mind to tell me why a pretty lady like you is wondering the dangerous streets in the middle of the night?" Jimin asked ignoring my question, his hands shoved in his pockets while he swayed back and forth on the swing.

"Ey, I asked first!"

"I just came back from California today. Decided to look around since I'm still jet lagged. Now, answer my question,"

I flinched at his firm statement and cleared my throat. "I... Couldn't sleep?"

He let out a loud sigh. "I'm sorry if that came out harsh. I'm just stressed from the moving at the moment. Anyways, it's nice to see you again after... How many years?"

"Nine,"

Jimin was my best friend since birth. We were inseparable along with Jungkook. But when we were in grade two in primary school, my family had to leave to Australia. The only reason I moved back to Korea was because of my parent's death around one and a half years ago.

Jimin and I always sent each other texts everyday and kept a close friendship, but ever since my parent's death, I broke off contact with all the close people that I knew including Jimin. So I never knew about him moving to America or anything. Jungkook on the other hand, kept in touch with Jimin and informed him about us from time to time.

"And here we meet again, at the age of 18," he smiled timidly, his eyes turning into crescents again. But it quickly morphed into a gloomy sad expression. "I-I... Heard about your parents death from Jungkook. I'm really sorry Jiwoo-yah, I should've been there to comfort you or something,"

I sealed my lips together, forcing my tears back in. I took a deep breath and spoke. "It's fine, it's not your fault anyways,"

"And how is Jungkook?"

My thoughts froze for a moment when he said that. Without saying anything, I abruptly stood up and turned on my heels and started walking. But of course, Jimin just had to grab my wrist and stop me. I still had my back to him so that he wouldn't see me tearing up.

"Y-yah, you ok?" He asked in a worried tone. Jimin was still observant as ever. He always knew if I wasn't ok. "Jiwoo-yah," he softly spoke.

I took in a sharp breath and shut my eyes, letting my lukewarm tears fall against my cold cheeks. "Committed suicide," I whispered under my breath.

"W-what?"

"Jungkook committed suicide two months ago," I managed to say without letting out a sob. Clenching my fists, I gently shook off Jimin's grip off me.

Then I felt a pair of hands grasp gently onto my shoulders and turn me around. Tears were still dripping from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks and down my chin and then dropping to the floor. Jimin then engulfed me into a warm embrace as he caressed my hair gently. Clenching my eyes shut, I gripped onto his helm of his hoodie and let out a choked sob. I could feel the shoulder of my hoodie getting soaked by Jimin's tears as well.

We stayed in each other's comfort for around ten minutes, in the middle of the night. Our reunion was a little odd but I was just happy with the fact that I met my childhood best friend. Jimin and I exchanged our numbers and bid each other goodbyes around 3 in the morning.

I wore a small grin on the way back to my house as I reminisced about my childhood memories with Jungkook and Jimin. Jimin and Jungkook were the typical troublemakers in the town and I was basically the one who went around trying to stop them. We were such an odd trio yet our friendship was strong.