thirteen reasons (min yoongi bts) #bangbangtanawards2017

flashback of min yoongi

"thus is it... jimin's the last..." as seokjin slowly let those words flow out, jimin silently sobbed

'what have i done that could've made him dissappear like that? am i that heartless?' jimin thought to himself as all negative questions kept popping up

"hyung! wait look!" jackson shouted as he held up a new cd

yoongi's past

"we should watch that first...." jinyoung commented as they all nodded

before hoseok could press play, a knock on the door caught everyone's attention.

"i'll get it" woozi said as he stood up and silently made his way towards the door, lookin through the peep hole before opening it

"it's yugyeom!" woozi shouts causing kunpimook to run towards the door at the sound of a familiar name

"hi woozi- bammie! did you forget" yugyeom frowned as kunpimook looked confused yugyeom just smiled sadly before waving it off.

"it's okay, what are you guys doing?" yugyeom questioned

"yeommie-"

"watching videos, wanna join?" woozi replies as yugyeom nods and walks inside passing but smiling at kunpimook

'did i forget something?' he thought, hut shook it off once he heard seokjin call him

- play -

now jimin, you're probably wondering why you were chosen last... it's not that bad... for you.

these memories were just sad and hurtful to me in my honest opinion...

at the end you'll either understand it, or you won't. either way... that is why.

first of all, it's how you treat me... you would already know how i'd feel before i even knew... and it's my own feelings...

this video is basically my past which i had secretly told jimin before...

remember when i first the news about my mother passing away... i honestly did not know how to feel... everything was blank, but then you were there with me and told me to just let it all out... and although i was confused, once you pulled my head into your shoulder, that's when everything hit me. i was alone once again...

you were the only one who knew my flashback story. why i said that i was alone, once again... i'll explain

when i was around two or three years old, my father would always work hard. you see we weren't rich but we also weren't very poor- but the thing was that how when i was young, i'd get sick a lot... and you know what that meant...so he'd always be the one who'd take me to the doctors since my mom was always too busy.

in my opinion, i always loved my dad more... he cared a lot more along with my sister than my mom. don't get me wrong, she really cares. but at times she puts her work first before us.

at the age of four, my sister caught this sickness- leukemia.... it was very surprising to me because i didn't know what that was... but once i heard my parents crying about how she was close to dying, i couldn't help but run into her room, jumped on her and sobbed. i still remember what she told me..