IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE US | Jikook

c h a p t e r VI

Jimin's drive to his friend's clinic went well. He arrived just on time.

He headed straight to Namjoon's office. He's quite nervous to face the older, to actually face the reality in general.

Once he was standing in front of the clinic's door, he hesitantly brought his hand to the doorknob and slowly twisted it. He invited himself inside and carefully closed the door behind him.

Namjoon abruptly stopped in scanning the papers in front of him and averted his gaze to the anxious young man in front of his desk. He offered a small smile and gestured Jimin to sit down.

Jimin complied, trying to make himself comfortable. He wasn't still used to visit the older's clinic even though he'd been here regularly. If only he didn't need to, he wouldn't step in there.

"So..." Namjoon said, unsure in how to start the topic. "...how are you, Jimin-ah?"

"I-I'm good" Jimin said, offering a sad smile to Namjoon.

Namjoon held Jimin's smaller hand, thumbing it. "It's just the two of us here, Jimin-ah. You can stop your pretense now, you know." Namjoon added.

Jimin didn't reply however, he just silently cried. He's really tired of crying. It's what he always does whenever he's alone. He felt so small, so weak, so vulnerable. And he hated it - he hates it.

The reality kept on bugging him whenever he closes his eyes. It haunted him everyday and night, invading his inner thoughts and slowly killing him inside.

Sometimes, he just wanted to be alone, to vanish. He's tired of keeping his facade in front of all people. His secret was torturing him, threatening his own happiness - his happiness with Jungkook.

Jungkook served as his only support; his ship's anchor in a raging sea, his only light in a dim night. He couldn't imagine his life without him and he'd do anything whatever it takes to make Jungkook stay.

Namjoon stood up and went beside Jimin who's balling his eyes. He tried to console and comfort the younger. It pained him to his friend, whom he treated as his own younger brother, suffering and experiencing the life's unfairness.

Namjoon waited for Jimin to calm down by whispering some empty promises and sweet lies. Namjoon knew that Jimin was aware that whatever he may say, nothing could change his own cruel situation.

Jimin just let those words sink into his mind, feeding his bizarre illusions and living in his delusional world.

"Jimin-ah?" Namjoon whispered.

"I-I'm okay n-now, Joonie-hyung. Thank you." Jimin weakly said, starting to calm down.

Namjoon squeezed the younger's shoulder then stood up. He went to his cabinet and searched for something. When he found a long brown envelope, he went back to Jimin. Slowly, he passed it to the smaller, smiling apologetically.

Jimin reluctantly received the envelope from the taller. Shakily, he opened it and took the paper from it. He nervously looked at the doctor and stared back down to the paper in hand.

Namjoon observed the younger while reading the document. He could see some raw emotions painted on the younger's beautiful face. He refrained in looking at the younger and looked anywhere except from the destructed artwork that the younger is - Jimin.