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a/n: hey loves! the chapters 1-6 have been rewritten but don't worry, the story line is the same. just a few changes in the scenes. Happy reading :)
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Nirvana.

A week had passed. Several more incidents went on with him spewing insults whenever we were alone together. Maybe that was his way of telling me to back off for his relationship with his beloved. It was twenty first century, no one really questioned office relationships anymore. Just loomed over them as if they were the apple of their eyes.

While all I was greeted with was scorns and scowls. Nothing new, it was always the same. But somehow, things have started hurting nowadays. And it's always when he says it. It's always that hole he digs in my chest and just penetrates it further. But I couldn't will myself away from him.

Maybe it was because he was amusing? Or maybe it was cause,..I don't know. It's weird but I like to curve my lips and speak pleasantly with him. Even when I am not greeted with the same in return.

Is this the moment when I can call myself a sick masochist?

I drunk in the nicotine and let my fingers hover around on the keyboard. My lips sucked in on the chapped stick and let the smoke blur in my eye sight, though allowing some relief to me. Darkness loomed over and the flickering street lights showered over the concrete. The lamp lit the small room I sat in, the music blasting off in my ears. Maybe more like a lullaby to me.

I glance at the time. Minutes before the clock would tick to another day. Yet Jimin wasn't home yet. His phone was switched off and the guy had the audacity of leaving me on seen. Twice.

I flinch when a loud thud resounded the room. Alerting my senses, I grab the pen nearby and turn around to attack, but stop only to find Jimin crouched over on the ground, sprawled and wasted to hell. His plump lips reddened to the colour of blood, his cheeks flushed and his eyes drooped to numbness. But he wasn't blabbering nonsense, he might have sobered right now.

Immediately on my feet, I make my way towards him. Going down my knees, I place my hands on his shoulders and pull him up. He was as thin as a skeleton. I wonder if he was eating well.

"Ara." His cracked voice reached my ears as I pulled him up on my shoulders. Ara was his younger sister. He would often wander off about her, his only family. The way his eyes would sadden while talking about her made me curious about her current situation, which was that, she was in coma. For the last three years.  Jimin would send the trickling money we used to receive bit by bit to the hospital she was admitted in. Once I had caught him red handed and demanded an explanation since we were already short and him doing this was only straining our finances.

Reluctantly he had spilled it out. And I had never felt so guilty for doubting him for stealing. When we had our first lumpsum, I secretly sent it to the hospital expense and have been doing so, ensuring she got the best treatment, somehow sees the world after her coma. It wasn't really bad as they said, she was just hit hard by a car. Yeah, I had wanted to slap the shit outta them too.

I seat him down on the bed and allow his body to lay on the sheets. I glanced at my scattered belongings. Looking back at Jimin, I leave those things be and give my full attention on making him comfortable. He kept mumbling nothings, dried tears stroking his cheeks. I touch his forehead and sigh in relief that he didn't have a temperature.