Broken Illusion |Yoonmin sequel| #3 |

10. Falling back into memories

"Please Jimin... Listen to us." Taehyung grabbed my hand, looked deep into my eyes. I started to fell guilty, they had been caring and worrying about me so much, and I was just ignoring them

I had a feeling that my actions were right, but they were just telling me that they were not.

"I gotta be honest with you Jimin. Seeing you with my brother broke my heart. Why did you let him?" Yoongi said, his voice shaking.

"I got hypnotised. I almost thought it was you."

"Do you know how much I wanna leave you? After everything I've done for you, this is what you do? In front of my eyes?"

"Yoongi's not happy right?" Taehyung asked.

"You can't hear him?"

"No. But I can hear an echo. What is he saying?"

"If I summary it... His disappointed."

"Oh hell yeah I am."

"Yoongi if you can hear me, please don't leave him... He's just deaf, he won't listen."

"He's blind too."

"Yoongi I'm sorry..." I sighed.

"I'm tired of this! Protecting you over and over again but you always get yourself into trouble."

"Let him be." Taehyung said. Looking at me with a serious face. "He'll learn by his mistakes."

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I was disappointed at myself. How could I? Just even think about it? And did I fucking enjoy it?

"Stressed out?" Taehyung patted my back. I sighed and nodded my head.

"I'm overthinking... Way too much."

"You know what? Let's go and visit Yoongi's family." He smiled

"It's been a while."

"Remember when you used to diss us and go to Yoongi's house?"

"You should thank me pabo."

"Without you, where would our songs be?"

"Let me correct you, without Yoongi and me, where would the songs be?"

"Okey, okey. Let's go."

For every step we took to his house, memories were coming back to me. As if it was yesterday.
Those were days when we were creative, wild and free. When we created music every single day. Or... I still do, but I just miss to create music with Yoongi.

"I wonder how they're doing." I mumbled to myself.

When we arrived, Mr and Mrs Min were gardening. With their surprised faces, they dropped everything they held in their hands and ran to the gate.

"Oh my god! Jimin! Taehyung!" Mrs Min opened the gate and hugged us.

"What you've grown." Mrs Min said.

"Good to see you." I smiled.

"Come in. You want some coffee?"

"Yes please."

I looked all around me. The house still had its white colour, as if the fire never happened. But inside, nothing was the same.