Epiphany || ksj || ✓

twenty-four

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Jimins' house was quite large, he had moved since the last time I had seen him, and based of the size and style of his house, he had to be doing well, which only added to the anxiety growing within me, that I felt that I might puke any moment.
      'It's alright,' Taehyung noticed my short breaths as we stared at his house from across the street. 'He won't do anything. It'll be fine. You will be fine.'
     Sophia stepped up besides me, looking up into my face. 'Do you want me to come in with you?'
    I shook my head. 'No,' I said, holding out a hand. 'It should just be me, and Taehyung.'
    She nodded once before she took a step back. 'I'll be waiting out here.'
     I gave her one last glance before I turned back to the house before me, dreading having to walk in there and face the two people I disappointed the most. 
    Taehyung placed his hand firmly on my back. 'Let's go.'
     I nodded slowly, following after him.
He looked back at me, his disheveled yet still best dark hair falling into his eyes. 'Are you ready?' He asked carefully.
I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip, feeling the cool metal against it. I nodded once, looking up at him. 'I have to do this.'
With a curt nod, Taehyung knocked on the door. Once, twice.
And then we waited.
Not long after, the click of the door brought me into realisation that this was really happening. I was going to see Jimin after three years. After the accident.
I felt my throat tighten, my airways slowly being blocked as if I was beginning to suffocate slowly.
My eyes began to water unintentionally as the door creaked open, Yoongi standing on the threshold of the door in sweat pants and a white top, his minty hair as messy as ever and a cigarette locked between his lips.
His eyes, decorated with blue hues underneath them from what could only be lack of sleep, met my own.
He plucked the cigarette from his flushed lips, blowing out the smoke in our faces, causing Taehyung to cough a few times, scrunching up his nose.
'What are you doing here?' He lifted his chin once, glaring at me through hooded eyes before he brought the stick back to his lips.
     'I-,' tears threatened to spill from my eyes. 'I came to get you.'
    Yoongi let out a dry laugh, humourless, his shoulders shaking but it looked forced. 'Now you care about me?' He shook his head, still laughing. 'It seems like the only time you care about me is when I go missing.'
    I took a step forward, raising my voice slightly. 'That's not true, and you know it, Yoongi.'
    He looked taken aback by me calling him his name, his real name. His features softened for a moment before he came to his sense again.
    He looked away from me. 'Don't call me that.'
     'Yoongi- Suga. Please.' I stepped closer. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out like that. I was confused, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you.' I pleaded. 'Forgive me, brother.'
    Yoongi flinched at my words, his face contorting into something that looked a lot like pain, as if he was trying to hold back tears.
     'Please,' I cried, standing right in front of him now. 'Come back home with me. It's me and you, Yoongi. It's always been me and you.'
     He lifted his eyes slowly, glassy ones meeting my own.
    'You're all I have.' I breathed out.
     Yoongi was silent and still for what seemed like an eternity. Taehyung took a step forward, as if he was about to speak before Yoongi cut him off.
    'Alright,' he mumbled. 'I'll come back.'
     I breathed out a sigh of relief, immediately embracing my best friend.
     Taehyung let out an airy chuckle, his face broke out into a grin as he saw his two best friends together again.
      'I'm sorry.' I said to Yoongi.
       'Me too.' He mumbled as he embraced me back.
      'Yoongi?' Another voice spoke. A voice that made my whole body tense up. 'What's going on?'
     I pulled away from Yoongi, my body almost frozen as I stared into his face.
      'Seokjin?' Said Jimin.

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Jimin yAy now the whole gang has made an appearance  in the story!