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a/n: since it's 17th June here, so it's still my birthday today.

And as a small token of gratitude Roopsa264, here's your update ;))

Let me go.

The table was silent, the only sounds heard were of spoons clanking against the plate while we devoured the absolutely delicious spaghetti that Areum had prepared.

I would occasionally peak at Jimin, who would not pay the slightest attention to me sitting right there, beside him. He had his airpods stuffed in his ears, slightly bopping his head from time to timetime to the music he was probably listening to.

I swoop in the last strand of spaghetti, and kept the chopsticks beside my plate. I peeped into Jimin's plate again, only to find it the same as if was two minutes ago. I look up at him, who was now busy swirling another noodle around his chopstick while scrolling down his phone again.

"Jimin." I called out for him but it fell to deaf ears.

Sighing I picked up my own plate and went to the kitchen sink to wash it. I turned on the tap allowing the water to flow over the dirty plate and took the dish-washing soap in my hand to rub over it. I peeped through my hair, and almost caught Jimin looking back at me, but immediately turned around.

I breathed out, thinking about the earlier times when dinner used to be so lively. It would mostly consist of Jimin ranting out random shit of people he saw that day, interrupted by my curses. Honestly, it felt really good, just like how it used to be when my family was alive. Chit chatting, laughing, enjoying even after an extremely exhaustive day. But now, silence was louder than our voices. It was deafening now.

Wiping the dish with the cloth kept neatly hanging on the kitchen slab, I arranged it back in the drawer.

As I came back, I glanced again at Jimin, only to find his food untouched. Having had enough of his silent treatment, I decided to speak up. It was now or never. 

"Jimin." I called him in a stern voice, but he pretended to not hear me and continued scrolling down through his phone.

I sighed and approached him. Taking the chopstick from his hand, I twirled the strand myself and held it up to his mouth. Jimin's eyes followed every movement of mine in confusion and shock. He glanced at my extended hand, then to my face and back to the plate. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, finally keeping his phone on the table and turning his attention to me. 

"Since you ain't eating on your own, thought I might help you out." I gestured with my eyes towards the noodle strand wrapped around the chopstick. He eyed me again, and then turned around to his phone.

"I am full." He waved off at me, and stood up from his chair.

"You haven't eaten anything! How can you be full?" I rolled my eyes and raised up my hand to his face level. "Now eat."

"I don't wanna." He grumbled and stalked off towards the living room. 

"No you have to. You got no options." I blocked his way.

"Well, I create my own." He challenged back.

"I don't allow you to." 

"And who are you to say that again? You're not the boss of my life." He shrugged, giving me his bitchy attitude.  I stay silent for a minute, biting my tongue to stop myself from saying anything hurtful.

"Come on. It's food after all. If not for you, for me?" I said in a rather softer tone, giving him a small tight lipped smile.

He looked at me for a while, studying my face. Then, averting his face to the side, he scoffed, which turned into a series of mocking laughs. "If it were a few days ago, I would prolly have. But now, I would rather not." He rolled his eyes and walked past me.