sexy voice ❦ bts jikook

► FOUR

The wind blew as Jimin rode his bike. His manager and assistant are just a couple of meters away in the car as they drove behind the actor. As usual, whenever he goes out, he wears disguise, a cap and a mask. They were on their way to Seoul Memorial Park. It was still very early in the morning, around 4 AM just to make sure the media doesn't catch the actor on his way to his peace.

“Yin-ah, oppa is here,” Jimin sadly smiled as he got off his bike. Jimin looked at the place infront of him and he remembered the times he'd been there before. Yin, his stepsister, and him would visit their parents together. Yin's parents adopted the actor at a young age. Though Jimin knew his biological family, he didn't have the courage to confront them on what happened, and at the same time, he didn't hold a grudge.

Maybe he held a little grudge, he spent weeks in his room, bawling his eyes out and was just blank. And in months, he got over it after meeting Yin. He began to be satisfied with the life he was having. His biological parents still supported him financially and still was there for him. They would visit him in every special occassion and maintained a bond before finally moving to America.

“Why are you still standing here? Are you scared of her?” Hoseok spoke and Jimin almost jumped at the sudden voice beside him.
“Why would I be scared of my own sister?” Jimin replied.

“Dude, were you crying?” Hoseok pointed at the eft side of his face. Jimin touched his cheek and noticed a few tears.
“No, it's sweat. I haven't rode a bike for a while,” The younger looked away.

“Let me help you with the food and flowers,” Jimin turned and walked to the car. Hoseok just shrugged and followed the smaller to the direction of Jimin's manager.

All of them made their ways through the corridors and finally, the room where the cremated remains of Yin lies. All of the three set the food and flowers at the right places and as they were busy, Jimin just pulled himself away and sat infront of Yin, her cremation niche was placed at the bottom.

“I brought you your favorite food, Yin-ah. Sorry for not visiting you in the past 16 months. I wasn't even here when you had your first death anniversary. I haven't even visited mom and dad yet. I'm sorry that I haven't done as what we should've when you were here,” Jimin wiped off some dust that were on the niche.

“So how are you? Are you watching my dramas up there? I'm finally playing as a lead actor like you said. The best and nice character in every story which I will never be in real life,” Jimin looked away and blinked in his tears.

“It's hard seeing everything when you can't, even when you were still alive,” Jimin added, trying to control his breathing.
“There's someone imprisoned there who is paying for a sin that he would've not caused if I did not leave you there alone,”

“I should've been more responsible. I should've never accepted that stupid phone call. I should have just stayed by your side. But instead, I saw your life being taken away infront of my eyes,” Jimin's tears were slowly escaping his eyes as he spoke.

“Sorry for being the worst brother you could possibly have. Sorry for everything. I even caused your—” Jimin felt a pat in the back as Hoseok sat beside him.

“You never caused anything,” Hoseok sent the younger a sad smile, who just looked away.
“Hello, Yin. I'm here again and I brought your brother—”

“You mean I brought you, stupid,” Jimin retorted as he wipes his tears with his sleeves, sniffing.
“Shut up, I'm talking to her,”  Hoseok rolled his eyes and smiled as he turned infront again.

“Did you remember the story I told you a few months ago? The one with Dr. Lim counselling him for five months to get over your death? Well, I'm actually deciding if I should get him back in again after what he said earlier. What do you think—Ow!” Jimin slapped Hoseok's arm and gave him a glare.