Wrong ||Park Jimin

Sixteen

"You've cried enough for one night!''

"She has to face it, Jimin."

I nodded along with Namjoon.

"I can't see you like this." He whimpered out, defeated.

I instantly softened.

"Jimin, listen to me. For me to gain the courage to tell you about...about Jin, I need to face my past. This is the only way, Ji. Please?"

He placed his palms on top of my hands that covered is cheeks.

"But you..you don't get it Hana."

What do I not get?

"My heart hurts everytime you cry."

Oh, Jimin.

I smiled at him, putting on my best smile.

"Well, your heart won't hurt anymore, okay? Just.." I turned to Namjoon.

Smiling at him, I looked back at Jimin.

"Just trust me."

I nodded at him, who smiled back.

***

"So, this, Yoonji, was your girl when you left?"

Yoongi gagged beside me.

"Hyung, why do you date girls with similar names as us?"

All of us laughed.

Namjoon smirked at Jin. "Are you trying to tell us something?"

"Yah, Namjoon-ah, behave yourself!" Jin laughed.

Jimin squeezed my hand from my right. I smiled and looked over at him, nodding.

He shifted closer and whispered, "Don't worry, Hana. You're strong."

Strength.

I'll have strength.

I smiled back at him.

"Where is this place anyways, Hyung?"

"Ah, Jungkook, it's right around—Oh! Here we are."

This was it.

"Welcome, to my humble abode. There's 4 rooms, so we can stay here with no problems." Jin smiled at them.

Is my room still the same?

"Uh, May I see it too?"

Jin's eyes softened. Nodding over at me, he handed me the keys.

The door clicked open, beads of sweat decorated my nape.

I am home.

The hall was dark, but it looked quite dusty.

"Hana, the lights." His voice was careful.

I nodded, knowing exactly where to go.

The lights switched on.

It's looks the same.

"I.." he smiled my way. "I had it cleaned beforehand."

Oh.

I looked around again, feeling Jimin's presence behind me.

"I'm okay, Ji." And I was. I was fine.

I smiled at all the memories.

I grew up here.

And they left me.

My smile faltered. My heart felt heavy, like my chest was about to spontaneously burst into flames.