𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚, 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒔 || 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚏

1 . it'll be okay

"it'll be okay

it'll be okay

please... it'll be okay"

These were the words Jimin would always utter to his friend after catching him collapsed on the floor, sobbing and mumbling incoherent sentences. It pained him to see Jin like that; no matter what he did nothing would ever help him. Jimin was drowning in Deja vu. He would thrash around in the dark lonely and depressive waters, the only thing giving him strength and joy was a bottle of whiskey or a one-night stand. After a few too much to drink, the two friends broke out in a fight. The aggressive exchange resulted in a permanent separation.

Now Jin was alone - and the world wished to emphasis that.  After some time, Jin stopped going outside. Slowly his money would run out; slowly his food ran out. Now a starving, dirty mess, Jin spent his days staring at the clock just watching the hands drag themselves around in circles.

However, to say he was completely alone was an overstatement, for Jin was married. His successful wife was in India. She was there for a business trip and oblivious to her husband's suffering at home. It's fine. They were never deep in love anyway.

3 of Jin's favourite people had gone: his friend, his wife and himself. There was one person though... one person who despite living on the other side of South Korea travelled to Seoul after no calls or texts had been answered. Mrs Kim knocked on the door at 10:31 am on the 12th of August. Nothing could have prepared her; the sight of her rotting, hopeless son was similar to a slap on the face or a punch to the stomach. Thank God she had arrived now or her baby would have died draped over the bed if she had been a week late. The first medicine she would give him was love, something he needed desperately. The ticking clock dragged on while they just held each other.

Food, water, a shower and a clean up of his house was provided. He had broken his hand a few days ago, which was tended to. Jin couldn't begin to explain how thankful he was, so he didn't. Mrs Kim knows her child and she hears words of joy in the deafening silence. The cause of such depression was unknown. Perhaps his demanding life as a student? Perhaps the stress that follows with a modelling career, despite it being half-time? Whatever the reason, she didn't have the answer. The best she could do was to hold her boy and make sure he was surviving.

What about the others? The ones who cared for him? When Mrs Kim questioned him about Jimin and his wife, Jin would only shake his head and say they have had enough. They would ignore her phone calls - too busy in their own happy lives to care about the black hole of cheer. 

"Why should they?" Jin mumbled. "Let them at least have a good life." Mrs Kim scoffed and shook her head, redoing his bandages on his hand, covering the dull ring secured on his fourth finger.
"I don't know how they can live with themselves... they left you to die!"
"They've got chances and they should take it. I was holding them down."

The conversation was reduced to bleak silence after that