Suzie

4- his friends

Jimin's Pov
--------------------few days ago-------------------

"What?" I stuttered as I heard the following news. My heart fell as I fell with it. My eyes started to form tears that felt like they were never going to end.

My parents were sobbing as well. Holding onto their hearts crying out for the son they have lost.

"Do you... know... what happened?" I asked with tears that formed like rivers in my eyes streaming down my face forming deltas on my neck.

"That bastard.... how dare he!" My father yelled

"Who!" I screamed

"Namjoon..." my parents whispered as beads of sweat trickled down the sides of my head.

"How? How?!" I yelled

"I don't know! For now he's being interrogated." My mother replied

"Where? Why?" I said in a small tone. This was so unexpected...

"Jiseok and his girlfriend robbed a jewelry store. And they got caught by namjoon. That's where he..." my dad stopped as he wiped his tears away with a frown on his face.

"He? He what?" I asked

"Got shot." My dad almost whispered. His voice was raspy and eyes were hooded and bloated from all the crying. So was my mom.

" he had a girlfriend?... since when..." wondered out loud

"We don't know either... she goes by nickname Daisy. But her real name is Suzie... she goes to your school jimin ah." My mother said out bluntly

I stayed silently as I knew who they were talking about. Suzie is in my art class. I've noticed her for a while. I didn't know her and my brother had a thing... why didn't he tell anyone.

"How long? Do you know?" I asked

"Three years." My dad said

"She's alright?" I asked worriedly.

"Is she important? She ran away. Leaving your brother dead!" My mother yelled

Tears formed in my eyes as I ran into my room laying flat down on my bed.

Who knew he would die yesterday? So soon.

He had a girlfriend? Out of all people, suzie?
He died on his birthday?
He got shot by his best friend?
He robbed a store?
Out of all people... Suzie?

--------------------/present/---------------------

Jimin Pov
The atmosphere in the house was gloomy and tired. The air seemed grey around the house if I wasn't wrong. It's been a few days since the news and nothing has gotten better.

It was the morning and the three of us were barely picking up our spoons to eat breakfast. My mother would sigh often here and there and my dad would fix his tie here and then as well.

The table seemed uncomfortable. As it held our burden and grief. I scratched the edge of the table with my left hand pointer finger. These days our family relationship was falling apart.

I got up from my seat to get my bag.

"Where are you going?" My mother asked picking her head up from her bland cereal bowl.

"School." I responded heading out putting on my shoes.

"Jimin-ah. Be careful." My mother said getting up from her seat towards the door.