He was your bestfriend until you had to move to the states when you were six years old. You haven't seen eachother let alone talked to eachother since. When you get on the plane to Seoul, SK, you bump into a group of seven boys. You promise to keep...
A soft knock on my door interrupted my dreams. I opened my eyes only to find pitch black. My eyes widened. I slept that long?! "Noona?" a soft voice called from the other side of the big, black painted door. "Chim?" I called back, still not being able to see my surroundings. "Yeah, can I come in?" He sounded serious. "Sure, sure." The door opened, letting in a little sliver of light, reflecting off the wall mirror and onto the dresser that sat directly accross from it, against the dark wall. "Noona? Why are your lights off?" The small, orange haired boy asked. "I fell asleep when you guys left. Can you flip them on?" He hummed in response and then the lights came on. It was bright, so I lifted my comforter over my head. I slowly uncovered my eyes when I heard footsteps headed in my direction. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I saw Jimin looking down at me with a soft smile. "Here, sit down." I pat the spot beside me on the bed. He complied and walked around to the other side and sat criss-crossed, facing me. "So," I started, "what did you want to talk to me about?" He became serious again, so I did too. I pulled my blanket off and set my pillow against the head board on the bed and leaned against it. "Well, if I'm going to be completely honest with you, this morning I was worried about you when you went to wake up Suga Hyung. So, I followed you. I heard and saw everything." My eyes started to well up again. "I know that I don't have to ask this to know the answer, but...are you okay, Noona?" He asked me. His facial expression showed that he was truely worried. Considering he already knew, I decided to tell the truth. I shook my head and started sobbing at the memory. He rushed to pull me into a comforting embrace. I clutched his shirt and cried harder. "I-" I struggled to take in a deep breath, and continued, "I d-didn't m-me-mean t-to! I-I did-n't m-mea-n to-o make him angr-y!" "Shh. I know, I know. Hey, hey. Shh, it's okay." Jimin was comforting me. After a little bit, I had finally calmed down and stopped crying. We sat like that for a while, Jimin and I. Him now leaning against the same pillow I was before. Me, lying on his firm chest.
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Finally, Jimin spoke, breaking the once peaceful silence, "Would you like to talk about it?" I looked up at him, not really noticing the proximity, or closeness, of our faces. He blushed and looked away. "I-I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. It's just, it might make you feel a little better, you know?" I sighed and nodded slowly. He looked at me surprised. "Are you sure?" I was so glad I had a considerate friend like him. He kind of reminded me of a friend I used to have as a child, back in Busan. I giggled at the thought of him. Jimin looked at me confused, but I just shook my head and continued. "You're my best friend, I trust you." He looked back down at me with millions of emotions. I could see them all in his eyes. Surprise, hurt, pity, worry, anger, sadness, love, happiness, and kindness...it was all there. In my eyes, all I showed were hurt, sadness, anger, and trust for the man infront of me. That's all I needed. That's all my life is. But, as soon as the boy returned my smile, I knew it was my cue to start talking. So...I did. I told him everything.
