"J-Jimin..." I say, and he hums in response, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Yes, princess?"
"D-did I ever t-tell you why T-Taehyungie came home a-angry the other day...?"
"No, why...?"
His words in the dark, quiet room seemed to make the room darker, and quieter as I hesitated to respond. "J-Jinnie..."
"H-he passed away due to a d-dumbass d-d-drunk fuck..."
"O-oh... I'm so sorry..."
"It's not your fault... No need to say sorry... Just thought I'd let you know because his funeral is on Saturday..."
"Okay... I still feel the need to say sorry, though..."
I stay silent as the crickets chirp outside.
"Taehyungie really needs someone... But he won't let anyone talk to him..."
"Just... Give him some time... He just lost his only older brother..."
I sniffled then what felt like hours of hesitation, I finally responded, "Okay."
"Good. Now, go back to sleep, we have school in a couple of hours"
"Alright." He embraced me tighter.
"Goodnight. I love you."
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FanfictionPark Jimin. My mortal enemy. God, how I despise this man! How many times do I have to say shut up? Whatever, dude. Go trip into a black hole for all I care. I'm gonna go study.
