Bulletproof ain't my type

Wolves

"I can't tell you"

What the fuck.

"Huh?"

"Yoongi", Jin was pushing around the food on his plate. It's always a little scary when he's being serious. This time, with his eyes down and lips pinched so sadly, he only looked sorry more than anything else.
"It's personal", he said.

I scratched behind my ear and cleared my throat. "Well it isn't anymore"

Jin looked up, eyes flashing. It only lasted for a second as he sighed and put down his chopsticks. He waited for a moment before saying, "I still can't tell you"

Sigh.

"Why not"

"Because...", he said, stopping to take a drink of water. "Because I'm not sure"

On a normal day, I would be patient. I would wait and give him space and time to think. Today was not one of those days.

"What about, hyung?"

He chewed his lip while thinking.

"I think I know something", he began. I waited, staring down the empty coffee cup between my palms.
He looked wistful.
"There was this girl that I'm supposed to know...but I'm not sure. Yoongi, I can't know because she won't talk to me"

I nodded, though I understood little.
"Who?"

He breathed in deeply. "Kang Chaerin"

My eyes widened. "You have a history with her?"

He smiled that sad smile again. "I hope not"

Lizzy Kim was not someone I would like to be associated with, either.

Life fucks you up in impossible ways.

I remember during the debut years when Jin said his family was giving him pressure for some matter. The group was new, and it's okay to understand he didn't trust anyone to the point of revealing his family matters. So the details escaped everyone's knowledge. Some time after that, he became depressed. I remember asking him whether it was because of the same thing as before.

"No", he had said, wobbly and uncertain. I sat beside him on the floor of the empty practice room. It was after hours and the lights were turned off, the sound of our breaths echoing in the empty space.
Jin would always be anxious about his lack of skills, but never like this.

The tiles were harshly cold.

We were both wearing shorts.

"...are you lying?"

Jin was biting his lips raw.

"No"

His fringe was falling over his face, head bent. He sniffed, and I could just make out the glisten of a teardrop rolling down his chin.

I wonder now if that matter was coming back to bite him.

How many years has it been?

But if he wouldn't tell, then that's okay. I placed my empty cup in the sink and was immediately reprimanded.

"I hope you're not leaving that for me, Yoongs"

Before leaving the dorm however, he joked about getting intel from Bang pd. Breaking into his office if he didn't give a straight answer.

"Yeah", I laughed as made my way to my own car. 

Yeah.

"It's unfinished", said the staff member.