Infinity |Kim Seokjin|

6~

Tears were on the verge of spilling in Namjoon's eyes. He looked back at the note. It was dated 3 months ago. 3 months. That was when Y/n passed.

"Could we go over that part again?" I asked sheepishly. It was hard for me. I knew it but I didn't know it. I needed help. Both mentally and physically. Jimin and Hoseok, although tired as hell, they agreed to helping. After a few minutes, I nailed the moves. We took a break and I went to grab some water and splash my face with some cool water.

"Is Jin-hyung ok?" I heard one voice speak quietly to another. I pretended not to hear, but I went close to hear better.

The other sighed. "Give him some time. He's trying to recover from Y/n." Hoseok said to the other.

"I know, hyung, but it's been a month. I respect people are different, but, not to be mean, but he seems stressed and I don't want to push him too hard, even though we have to work hard for Army." Jimin said with sadness laced in his voice. I felt like crap, being the problem I'm holding them back. Aish. I finished up and walked back ready to continue practicing.

A few weeks later, Yoongi came up to me.

"Hyung, how you feeling?"

"Good, I suppose."

He nodded. "The other members don't want to bring this up, but we're worried for you. Some nights you spend your time in the living room talking in the dark."

"There was light on in the room."

He didn't argue. "But who were you talking to?"

I sighed, knowing I was going to sound like a complete, mental idiot.

"I was talking to Y/n. I could see her. Her soft hair cascading around her shoulders and a flowy white dress. Yoongi, I sound like I should be sent to the mental ward, but I see her, and she talks to me." He sighed.

"I only say this because it's becoming a problem. It's late at night when everyone is asleep. My room is right by the living room, and sometimes I hear you speaking. I don't have a problem, but Jin-hyung, we find you sleeping on the couch everyday without a blanket and sometimes you don't wake until late morning." I sighed. I understood the problem. Luckily we had a day off and I took a trip down to my house. I wrote a small note and left it somewhere where the guys could find it next time they came by. Sighing, I looked at a picture of Y/n and I on the beach. At least she was happy, where ever she was.