GAME | PJM

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yet it wasn't.

it was his mind that was tumbling down.

"jimin-ah!" the boy called out to him as the older still shook him vigorously. jimin snapped out of it, somehow, and gulped dryly before answering.

"what?" he croaked.

taehyung furrowed his brows at seeing his friend's unusual expression (he had never seen it before). he brushed it off and withheld breath to continue the conversation.

"well, food's coming. pretty important if i do say so mysel-"

"yeonmi's pregnant."

their youthful smiles were swiped away into oblivion once those two significant words were chosen to stand next to each other.

yeonmi.
pregnant?

"that's awesome!" hoseok exclaimed, although it sounded more like a question. probably because he didn't know whether he should've been happy or not; sort of like jimin himself. taehyung's exclamation was the hug he engulfed jimin into, full of excitement and panting, like a dog who had seen his owner again after a six week holiday.

"guys."
his voice, though, was weaker and silenced by the heavy lightness of their glee, unbalanced across the three seats.

"the baby isn't mine."

and after that comment, the plane ride wasn't the same for the next three or four hours.

yeonmi was more than disgusted with herself. she avoided every mirror her cabin-like house possessed, her face reminded her of how it would've looked to him when she was entirely in his control. she hadn't moved from her seat since she arrived back from seoul into cosy busan, still vacantly staring at the television screen that read: GAME OVER.

yeonmi had seen that many times during her gameplay since the grenade thing happened.

grenade.

jimin.

he had created a tincture in her mind. when he didn't respond after she had told him the news,

in the kitchen,
glass shattered.

she was more than devastated and drained of all life; solely by no response, the painful sound of silence.

and now she knew that her mother wasn't her mother and that her actual mother
at least acted like one. she was in the kitchen, scrubbing as much as she could to fulfil hwayeon's needs; she was clueless as to the fact that she had already left the house for good.

yeonmi stood up, and walked into the kitchen. she saw her, she saw her mother.

"i love you, mum."

the maid broke down and wailed her heart out, running towards where the young girl stood, and hugging her as close as possible. she murmured something which sounded remotely similar as to what yeonmi had said, just interrupted by heaves and harsh cries.

yeonmi cried along.

she felt like she had to say it; three words that could change a person's perspective.
she was her mother, and really felt like she was.

yet she was scared that if she said it to jimin,
his mind wouldn't accept it.

but of course,
his heart
couldn't deny his love for yeonmi.

no matter what.

because he was a simple game.