Wild

☽ 39 ☾

(Min Yoongi's point of view)

We had been looking for hours now. Finding every dairy and notebook inside this apartment, but so far we've found nothing similar to a list. We let Jimin read the diaries that seemed a bit personal so see if there anything important. Ethan was in the other room, looking through the stuffs.

I sighed. Lethargically opened one of the drawers to see if there was anything important inside. I paused after opening it. There wasn't any list or diary. But there was an album. It looked handmade. And over it was Jimin's name handwritten in cursive. 

"Jimin!" I called, bringing out the album and closing the drawer. 

"Hmm?" I looked up to find Jimin looking at me curiously.

I pointed to the album in my hand and that made him widen his eyes a little. He carefully took it from my hand, his eyes glancing up before he sat down on the bed. I followed him, sitting down next to him and shuffled closer.

Jimin opened the album. The first few pages didn't have anything but a few lines, quotes or even some lyrics. Then from the fifth page, the pictures started. The very first picture was of Jimin as a baby. He looked only a few months old. He didn't even his baby teeth. Baby Jimin was lying on the bed, his legs up in the air. Right hand in his mouth while the other hand held a baby toy. His eyes were wide and he smiling, looking at the camera. His cheeks were flushe red. Excitement written all over him. And below the picture was a little note — If only you would look at me the way you look at the butterfly on the camera. 

I heard Jimin laugh a little under his breath. His hand grazing past the picture, before moving onto the next one. He skipped a few pages before stopping another photo. They seemed to in front of a forest. Jimin was crouching in front of a rabbit. Patting it. Again Jimin had a bright smile on his face. His entire attention focused on the rabbit. And another note was written beneath it — I always knew you were special. You never needed the moon. The animals listened to you anyway. 

This explained a lot. This was why Jimin was able to control over my action on the very first day. Making me feel obliged to reply to him. Even though back then he didn't have the slightest idea about his powers. 

Jimin flipped once again but the there weren't any more pictures. My heart ached a little seeing the way Jimin's gaze fell down. A sad expression on his face. But it was only momentarily before he put aside the album and went back to finding for the list. 

And in that moment, I was reminded again how strong Jimin was. He didn't break down evern for once after he care. Not a single tear. Even if this was place was a beginning of his traumatic memories and fear. There wasn't a single hint of sadness inside of him. Instead, he felt stronger than he did before and I knew that. 

But I also couldn't but help but me reminded of how incompetent and weak I am in comparison to him. I could never go back to my parents house after that day. Not even close without losing control over myself. Even if I wanted to go there on my will. However, Jimin didn't come here because he wanted to but because Ethan needed him to. 

I felt so proud and weak at the same time.

I was given one task after so many years and I'm failing to do even that. 

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I looked up I saw Jimin peering down at him, "What are you thinking about?"

I bit down on my lips realizing why he asked that question out of the blue. The moon and her warriors were connected emotionally. And that is why, no matter what emotion Jimin feels, I'll be able to feel a part of it. That is how I always knew if Jimin was in danger or if he was scared. This went the other way as well. Jimin could be able to feel hints of what I'm feeling. Only if the emotions are strong enough. I guess I was too indulged in my thoughts and Jimin was able to sense it.