He just got home from work,
but he hasn't bothered to tell me hi.
He only stayed for a few minutes
before heading out.
The loud slam of the door
echoed through the house.
I sighed as I dialed Jimin's number.
He picked up on the first ring.
He must've known something was wrong
because I heard his door close.
I knew he heard my soft cries,
my heavy breathing,
and the sniffling.
I could hear his footsteps;
The way they echoed
through his hallway.
Yoongi might just continue to
hurt me until I finally give up.
But I don't think he knows
I'll always love him.
