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Jimin's yawn echoed on his hotel room. He was just cuddling with his pillows, curling on his soft king sized bed, covered with white duvet, warmed and surrounded by littered chargers, his phone, snacks, his laptop, books, his tablet, and tumblr bottles of hot frappe.

His travel bag, once filled with his clothes, was put on the couch. Clothes neatly folded and placed on the closet, along with his towel hung on a side, also his shoes and sandals under those. Green tea scented fulfilled closet. Cosmetic settled clean on a table, in front of mirror.

Bed side tables in his suite room shined by dim lamps which were put on top of those. The room was overall dark and pretty cold, TV noises heard, reflected by breezy granite tiles, but absorbed by red couch on side. Jimin chewed his chips in such loneliness, tears falling down without notice. He sighed and chose to have a midnight bath to lessen his insomnia.

He stood up from his bed, wore his comfy sandals and grabbed his towel,  slowly walking towards the bathroom. He hung his towel and turned on the hot water from the shower. He made sure to use the hottest temperature, carelessly thinking of torturing himself. He poured a generous amount of milky soap and threw three rainbow bath bombs, watching them explode as they hit the sizzling water.

Jimin lit orange scented candles on top of the sink, which created a nice, fresh atmosphere which didn't even help him, not at all. None of his attempts helped, he shook his head, but he could not deny the truth. He jumped into the bath naked, feeling the heat creeping his skin until it was red.

Sudden music from his automatic music player surprised the lonely one. 'Lonely' by Jonghyun and Taeyeon worsened his thinking. Something was definitely missing on his heart.

Jimin breathed away. He realized it was Suga who filled his past days with happiness. Sweetness followed him through those weeks, until he went away. Since he left, he felt nothing but loss. He was just, he had an irreplaceable spot in Jimin's soft heart. Drenched inside his bath, whilst his heart in sadness that Suga didn't realize him on the elevator earlier, the fact just hurt him a lot.

Tears rained down Jimin's cheeks, tons of burden heavily placed on his back. Those sizzling heat and electric shocked his spines. He felt like he wanted to die, instead of suffering in slow upcoming death.

His eyes were like dropping blood, sweat dripped, became one with the bath. He screamed, yelled for freedom, from the pain hurting inside. He shouted, pushing away those irritated thoughts and scarred smiles. He hugged his knees, frustrating by his own, under his stress and depression from nostalgic memories which was killing him.

Jimin gulped. When he finally calmed himself down, heat cooling down, emotion explosions breaking down. He bit his lips, holding his heavily painful head, then slowly slipped from the bath, unclogged it, wrapping himself in towel and headed to the first aid kit, where he found pills of painkillers.

Jimin took some and put those beside his bed, then put on his clothes strangely. He felt bizarre, sudden dazzling stars blurred his eyes. He thought he lost his sanity, but quickly, instead, grabbed the colored pills and swallowed those with water, just like what he wanted to do with his whole tangled problems in life. He jumped to his messy bed carelessly, falling asleep in just seconds of eye shutting.