Wrong ||Park Jimin

Fourteen

Jimin sang, and he sang until he cried.

I held him until his sobs faded to hiccups.

After that, I held him still.

"Hana, I can't, I can't."

I ran my hands through his hair.

"It's okay, Ji, it's all okay, yeah?"

He nodded, head still resting on my shoulder.

"Why are you crying? Come on, stop it!" I grabbed his face and squished his cheeks, smiling.

He looked at me. No smile, no tears, nothing. Just stared at me, as I held his face.

He stared as if I would fade the moment he took his eyes off me.

"Ji-''

He shook his head, eyes closing, a tear falling.

My heart hurt.

He wrote to relieve the pain, Hana.

But I refused to ask him.

He'll tell me when he's ready.

I felt him shake his head and smiled when he wiped off the tears.

"That's my boy." I softly muttered.

"The boys have called me to their house, do you want to join?" He asked, voice soft, cheeks wet.

"I'd lo-"

He will be there. Jin will be there.

"Oh, Hana, you don't have to. I'm sorry, I for-"

"I'm in!"

He smiled at me, sincerely.

"Thank you," He closed his eyes, opening them again, this time smiling that smile that brightens all my days. "For everything."

***

"Hana! How's my favourite girl?"

I smiled at Namjoon, who said that. "You saw me a few days back!"

"Still missed ya!"

I laughed at him, and shook my head, turning towards Yoongi, was walking down the stairs.

"Hana!" He smiled when seeing me.

"Yoongi-ssi!" I yelled back, smiling. I'd grown fond of his company.

"How's my favourite girl?"

Jimin scoffed behind me. "They both said the same thing, wow."

I chuckled quietly, wrapping Yoongi up in a hug.

"Where's the rest?"

Yoongi, unaware, answered. "Jin is coming, on his way. Jungkook and Taehyung are out front in the car."

I stiffened slightly, instantly finding Jimin behind me, ready to ward of danger with his cute face.

Yoongi, still having no idea of my fear, looked around. "Hoseok...-"

A pair of hands covered Yoongi's eyes.

His smile was bright, as he replied. "Ah, there's Hoseok."

A bright chuckle was heard, as I gawked at the man before me.

The epitome of light.

"Hi, I'm Hoseok. I didn't see you last time, considering you, uh, ran off..." The air ceased to be comfortable the moment he let that slip.

"Hobi!" It was Yoongi, scolding him.

"Ah, I'm sorry. It was inconsiderate of me." He bowed.

"Oh, no, please. It's alright." I bowed lower.

"Yoongi Hyung," It was Jimin. "Why are Taehyung and Jungkook waiting outside? In the car?"

Oh. Right.

"Oh, we're going out to eat, and then Jin Hyung is showing us his place. Apparently he lived there for a long time."

My breathing hitched.

Jimin was at my side, looking at me intently.

"Hyung, I-" Tears brimmed at the corner of my eyes. "I'll go drop Hana home."

I looked at him.

Behind him, Namjoon shook his head at me.

"You can do it."  He mouthed.

I nodded.

"Why, Chim? Doesn't she want to go?"

Jimin shook his head.

No. I have to go. I have to.

"Okay, you can dro-"

"Actually, Yoongi-ssi, I'd love to come."

I forced a smile, and looked at Jimin.

I felt his hand grab mine and squeezed it, nodding.

"I'll be right with you."

A mere whisper in my ear, but it meant more to me than anything.

***

"Y-Yoongi, is she coming t-too?" Jin had arrived.

Yoongi nodded, smiling. 

Didn't he witness what happened last time?

"You guys didn't meet last time. This is Hana."

He was oblivious.

I forced a smile, supressed the panic. "H-Hi, J-Jin-ssi."

He nodded at me, tears filling his eyes.

"Hana."

Hearing my name from him, just like it was before, killed me. It hurt. My heart hurt.

I missed him.

I felt Jimin's hand in mine, and I instantly curled up against his chest.

Taking deep breaths, I tried calming down, his scent helping me.

"Hyung, where-"

Jimins voice in my ear were my eyes in that moment.

"He walked out."

***

I stepped out of the car, into the air, breathing in, before looking for the washroom.

On coming out I spotted Yoongi and Jin.

Hiding behind a wall, I listened closely.

Voices were heard.

"Hyung, I know there's something- was something, between you and Hana. I can see it. All of us can. I myself have supressed my urge to bring it up."

"Yoongi, I.." His voice cracked. "All I can say is that,"  he sighed.

From behind the wall, I couldn't hear much but he sounded like he was crying.

"We meant a lot to each other...until I broke her heart."

He must've been crying, because Yoongi let out a pained noise.

"Hyung..''

Jin wasn't the only one who was crying.

Tears ran down my face as I clutched the wall for support.

And I thought Yoongi was oblivious.