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Chapter 삼

I sat down on my bed while wrapped up in my own thoughts. I could only scowl at myself from the incident; self-loathing seemed the best option for my mind. My heart aching as I could only recall Suga's unconscious body on the cold ground...His skin was pale—r and his nose was bleeding. Guilt was nagging at me. Just because I was too much of a coward to say anything. I bury my head in my arms, while wrapping the warm duvet around my frail body—cocooning myself from the world.

Then I felt a hand on my head—to which had startled me, however I regained my composure and see Eomma. I soon relaxed after feeling her touch as she slides down next to me, wrapping her arm around my neck and playing with some of the strains of my hair.

"I know today wasn't your best day...but I promise you...it'll get better" I sulk in my bed as I just rest my head on her chest closing, my eyes slowly closing shut. She sighs and caresses my cheek "It'll get better my ChimChim...trust me"

Jimin's eyes fluttered open when he realized he was alone in bed. He shrugged it off and looked over at the clock beside him. He read: five O'clock AM he sighed to himself and rubbed his face, exhausted. Jimin groggily got up from his warm comforter and headed to the bathroom to shower and other parts of his daily routine. He put on his uniform and in a nick of time Hedinae just walked in.

"Sorry ChimChim! I thought you were sleeping"

"It's alright Eomma. I woke up early so I had a quick shower" I explained.

"Well I made breakfast so come downstairs" I nod and quickly before leaving I grabbed my phone, strolled downstairs. After eating, I washed the dishes and sat back down on the chair.

"Time to do your hair"

I swear Eomma loves styling my hair. She always loved playing with my locks because to her it was always so soft and smooth which amazed her. I would always let her do my hair in the mornings or whenever she felt like it. I didn't mind because I always loved the sensation when people touched my hair—it relaxed me.

She set a mirror down in front of me while she begun her work. I smirk "Eomma! You should be a hairstylist!" I suggested. She smiled genuinely "Although I would love to. I couldn't possibly, style hair. Doesn't get good enough pay, with your supports I couldn't even if I wanted to"

I felt guilty after she said that.

So it's my fault she can't do what she wants..

She poked my cheek "Smile. I'm happy with the things I'm doing now. And besides I always have you to style hair or be my lab dog right?" We both laugh after her statement. "I guess your right" Twenty minutes passed and she finished. She was proud of her work.