Wrong ||Park Jimin

Two

Please note, that I don't know much about Philophobia and it's effects, and about panic attacks and anxiety. I have done the research and I'm writing all that I know. This a work of fiction. I apologise sincerely if I have offended anyone, or if I've made any mistake in my description.
-Traiea.
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After reaching home, 20 minutes later than I usually would, I quickly changed into a large sweater and loose tracks.
One word. Homework.
I was this average student. Got good grades, maybe slipped up here and there. I knew I had to work hard. I was going towards software engineering.
I opened up my file and went through the sheets. Looked easy enough.

3 hours later I had finished majority of my work. I only have math left, which I'm pretty good at. So, that's not much of a hassle. I walked toward my kitchen, opening a pack of Ramen, not being in a mood to cook, when the bell rang.

"Coming!"

"Hi Noona."

"JIMIN? What...why?"

"You left your bag there?" He smiled, handing over a plastic bag. Oh, he has an eye smile.

"Uh, thank you Jimin, but I have mine. I just did my homework." I smiled, genuinely grateful for the kind attempt.

"But Noona, your...uh...what even is this?" He glanced at the bag.

"Show me?"  I peeked inside it.

"Oh. My. God. That's-"

"Not yours, so I'll take it back."

"N-no! I mean, it isn't mine...I'll...Whoa. That's beautiful. "

"I assumed it was yours since, well, this is you." He laughed.

"Jimin, its beautiful. Wherever did you find this?"

The boy looked confused. "It was at my doorstep. I thought you left it there while wearing your shoes or something. It isn't yours?"

"N-no." I looked down, thinking of who's it could be. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Jimin, come in!"
I stepped aside, inviting him in.  He placed the bag onto my table, and smiled.

"Sit down, please. I'll get some water." I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard a voice.

"Hana, what's this?"

I froze. I quickly walked toward Jimin, to find him looking at a picture of my parents and I, when I was 4.

"Oh. That's me and my..."

"Your parents?" He said, softly.

I nodded.

"What happened? Why aren't they here? Don't they come to see you?" He asked, now genuinely excited.
I smiled at his excitement, but my eyes watered anyway.

"H-Hana, no no no. I'm sorry, what did I say wrong?"  He engulfed me in his arms and I felt even worse, because I felt comfortable.

"Hana don't cry. Tell me what's wrong. You can trust me."

Trust. I laughed. Jimin shot me a weird look after letting me go.
Trust. I can trust him?

"Trust you? Jimin, if I could, I'd have trusted you with my life." I answered.

"If you could? Why can-"

"They're the reason I'm here, Jimin. My parents are the reason I'm here."

"W-what?"

It came as a shock to me that I let that information slip. I told him something that only I knew. Wasn't that equivalent to trusting him?