Yoongi and people of his kind are trained like machines and sold. They are taught only to help their buyers in their daily life. They're brainwashed. They are no one without their past and have no will to create their future. They are stripped off t...
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The room was modern with a homey vibe to it. The walls were varying shades of grey with several blank frames on it. The bed was neatly made except for some books and a few papers kept on it, a nightstand beside it. There was a lone glass vase and a white device.
Just looking at this, the room sounds sterile but when you see the ribbons hanging above the window, or the wooden piano, or the table with several drawings or the way baby blue cushion were laid on the white carpet it actually looks cute.
I noticed that Jimin opened this room with a key so I guessed this room must not have been used for a long but from the inside it seems it is used every day. There were even more CDs kept in this room. There was a yellow coffee mug kept on the window sill.
"Does this room belong to someone?" I typed, holding out the phone
Jimin didn't seem to acknowledge my question as he walked past and sat on the bed a smile on his face. He was looking around the room, tears brimming his eyes.
I walked up to him, sitting beside me and softly nudging him shoulder
He jerked slightly, "Yes?"
I showed him the phone. He read it quickly and nodded "Yes. It belonged and belongs to someone really important. But don't worry he isn't here now"
I nodded, looking around the room once again. From this position I finally noticed some frames that had pictures on it. Pictures of Jimin. They seemed to have been taken without Jimin knowing, because the different emotions on his face looked natural. One picture was of him smiling while cooking something; other was of him lying down on the sofa listening to music with his eyes closed. Another one was of him looking at the TV watching a movie. The only source of light to illuminate his face was the light from the TV. I scrunched my eyes to make out the characters in the TV, they were hazy but I know of only animated movie with a skeleton all dressed up is Coco.
The CD on the table
"I don't suppose that you have any extra clothes to wear?" Jimin asked
"uh....no" I typed, scratching the back of neck, meekly
"Don't worry there are many clothes in the closet. Some are still unused some he did wear. You will understand by the tag" Jimin said, walking to the closet and opening it. There were several clothes inside. So, whosoever they belong to haven't left this house. Jimin looked at me, up and down, creasing his eyebrows together.
"Hmm...surprisingly it seems like his clothes will fit" Jimin said "Wear whatever you like except of the bunch of clothes you will kept at the very left end"
I nodded quickly and swiftly
"I would have asked you not touch anything his this room but that's not possible" Jimin chuckled a little with a sad look, "But please...don't change anything from the way it is"
I tilted my head and quickly typed in my phone, "You don't any other room? Or I could just sleep on the sofa"
Jimin's eyes widen when he read that, "No..." he trailed off and sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a control freak...it's just...it's complicated. Please understand"
He looked around once again, biting his lower lip, "I'm sorry...I came off like that. I didn't mean to sound like I am unwillingly letting you stay here...There are a lot of things...You know what, just forget I said those things"
I looked at him for a moment, and typed, "It's alright. You're eyes say this room holds a lot of importance for you. I'll try to keep this room as it is right now"
"Thanks" Jimin said leaving the room, closing the room behind. The moment I heard the door lock shut and his footsteps fading away, I quickly went for the device on the side table. It was a white recorder with something written on it.
