Jeon's family is a happy family, despite having only one son named Jeon Jungkook. They were content with their biological son, who was a good boy and respected both of his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon knew their son was lonely at home and needed frien...
As soon as Jungkook brought Jimin home after his treatment, it was clear how drained Jimin felt. He lay curled up on the couch, hugging himself as if trying to find comfort in his own embrace. Jungkook knelt in front of him, gently brushing back the strands of hair sticking to his forehead.
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"Do you need anything?" Jungkook asked softly.
Jimin looked up at him, his voice barely above a whisper. "Eomma… can I see my eomma?"
Jungkook's heart sank. Just two days ago, Jimin had visited his parents, but he hadn’t seen his biological mother. Jungkook had already spoken to her about Jimin’s condition, but she was too ashamed to face him. The guilt of her past actions weighed heavily on her, and it seemed she couldn’t bring herself to confront her son.
"I’ll call her," Jungkook offered.
"No… I want to go there," Jimin insisted, his voice soft but determined.
"Today?" Jungkook asked, glancing at Jimin’s weak form.
"Yes. Let’s go."
Jimin tried to push himself up, but he faltered, his head spinning with dizziness.
"Not today," Jungkook said gently, placing a steady hand on Jimin’s shoulder. "Maybe tomorrow, okay?"
But Jungkook knew how stubborn Jimin could be, and Jimin wasn't about to back down. "Today, I want to see eomma today."
"Mochi, you’re too weak right now," Jungkook tried to reason, concern etched on his face.
"Please..." Jimin whispered, his voice laced with desperation. He looked up at Jungkook with wide, pleading eyes, his lips forming a slight pout. And just like that, Jungkook felt his resistance crumble. He could never say no to Jimin when he looked at him like that.
Sighing in defeat, Jungkook nodded. "Alright, let’s go."
Soon, they were driving to Jimin’s old home. As they pulled up to the house, they saw Ms. Park taking out the garbage. Jimin wasted no time, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and rushing towards her as fast as his weakened body would allow.
"Eomma!" he called out, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and longing.
Mrs. Park flinched at the sound of her name. Turning, she froze in place as she saw her son running towards her with a wide, albeit pale, smile.
"Eomma, I’m here!" Jimin said, breathless but smiling brightly. He had missed her so much, more than words could express.
Mrs. Park’s eyes filled with tears as she cupped Jimin’s face, tracing her fingertips across his features. Her heart broke at the sight of her son. He looked so different now—pale, frail, clearly struggling with his illness. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized how much she had missed while avoiding him out of shame.
"Eomma," Jimin whined, trying to hold back his own tears as he wiped hers away. "You’re just like Kookie hyung and mom—always crying! I’m okay, really."
Jungkook chuckled softly from where he stood near the car, but Jimin shot him a playful glare. He was trying to be strong, but it was hard when everyone around him kept crying.
"Why did you come, Jimin-ah?" Mrs. Park asked, her voice shaky with emotion.
"I missed you," Jimin replied, his voice softening. "Don’t you miss me too?"
"Of course, I miss you," Mrs. Park said, her voice breaking as she pulled him into a tight embrace. "I’m so sorry, my son. I miss you every day."
Jimin buried his face in her shoulder, savoring the warmth of his mother’s arms. The guilt and regret that had kept them apart melted away in that moment.
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Later, inside the house, Jimin sat at the dining table, happily devouring a plate of his mother’s fried rice. It was a simple dish—just rice and egg—but it was Jimin’s favorite, especially because it reminded him of his childhood when his family’s fortunes had taken a downturn. It was a meal that brought back memories of better times, even if they were humble.
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Jungkook smiled, watching Jimin eat with a rare appetite. "Aish, eat slowly," he teased, reaching over to wipe a bit of rice from the corner of Jimin’s lips with his thumb.
Jimin grinned, clearly enjoying the food. "Eomma, I want more!"
"Nuh-uh, that’s enough for now," Jungkook quickly interjected. "Remember what the doctor said? You can’t eat too much solid food at once, or your stomach will cramp."
"But I’m still hungry..." Jimin pouted, giving Jungkook those pleading eyes again.
Mrs. Park chuckled softly, walking over with a container in hand. "I packed some for you to take home, okay? You can eat more later."
Jimin’s face lit up with a bright smile, his pale lips curving with happiness. "Thank you, eomma."
Jungkook and Mrs. Park exchanged glances, both smiling at the sight of Jimin enjoying his food. It was the first time in a while that Jimin had eaten so much after his chemotherapy. Watching him finish the meal brought a sense of relief and joy to their hearts.
For now, this moment of peace and happiness was enough.
