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Vymin.


When you deliberately want to hide something from a particular someone, fate has its way of doing the exact opposite in anyway possible. It's the law of nature somehow.

"Good morning." Jimin's stoic, raspy voice sounded through the phone. I rub my eyes as I put the coffee powder in the coffee maker. It was six in the morning. Vie was still sleeping and I knew he wouldn't wake up till eight. The butlers checked in and bowed, marking his attendance. The swivelling machine made its way towards me, preparing to tell me the latest updates. Seeing me on phone, the butler picked it up and moved it away. I pulled at my bandage a little. I had tightened it a bit too much yesterday for it had started bleeding again. For obvious reasons (Though it was healing now).

"Hmm?" I wait for Jimin to say further. Usually it would be him rambling on his reports as soon as I picked the call since we both know I was least bit interested in the formalities. It's been a day since the day his sister breathed for the last time. And honestly, I didn't expect him to call this soon. I knew he would be in his room, bawling and thrashing around, blaming himself for the loss and letting the guilt swallow him. I knew he would do that, because I had done that too. For him, it would be a blow on the stomach. But anyway, he would be, fine.

"Where are you?" I frown at his strange question. The coffee maker beeped.

"Home." I pour the coffee in the cup. I stirred it with the stirrer and walked towards the window that showed the beautiful scenery of dawn. The greens and the blues blending into beautiful hues.

"California?" He asked after a prolonged period of silence. I sip on my hot coffee, immediately feeling my drowsy state dose away. "Where else?"

Just then the doorbell rang, perking my attention. I continue sipping onto my coffee while walking towards the door. I expected no one right now, the possibility could be another butler forgetting his pass. Not finding it important to check through the screen, I held the phone against my shoulder and typed the password for the door with the other hand.

And as soon as the doors slide open, I didn't know I was in for this.

"Uh huh." Jimin had a straight face on, his knuckles bandaged while he held the phone to his ear. My phone almost fell off my hand seeing him. His eyes didn't leave mine as he entered the door, inviting himself in. He cut the call and slip the phone into his pocket and I mimicked his actions except my phone slipped onto the carpeted floor.

And that was the least of my concerns.

"How did you know?" Words slipped my lips as I brace myself and casually keep the coffee on the stand nearby, hoping it wouldn't fall and crack into pieces.

I took in his appearance. Messed up hair, narrowed face evidence of his lack of food, swollen nose, blank eyes devoid of their earlier shine. He looked pale and wornout. His collar bones peeked through the white shirt, a few scratches on his neck from his nails, his right knuckles bandaged confirming my suspension that he surely broke a few crockeries around his room. He was so, so broken.

His gaze remained sharp on me, staring as if he could read my soul. Right from my bandaged head to the tiny scratch-like wounds on my hands formed because of minute pieces of glass being stuck, he scanned right through me. When our eyes met, I could see his guard falling as he exposed his vulnerability to me.

"Why didn't you tell that you're back?" He whispered breaking the void.

I blinked away from him and purse my lips. I turn and close the door. "There wasn't any reason to tell." I pull at my bandage again, wanting to lose up the pressure it created on my brain. Or was it the awkwardness right now?

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