Chapter 1
Somewhere in Seoul
In a quiet apartment that still carried the scent of another life.
The lights were off except for the dull glow of the kitchen hood. He sat cross-legged on the living room floor, his phone clutched in one hand, the other hand resting on the cold hardwood like he was waiting for something to ground him.
The apartment still smelled like Yoongi. Fabric softener. That musky cologne he barely used. Soy sauce from last night’s unfinished dinner.
He swallowed hard.
Jimin
“Just come back,” Whispered to no one.
The silence swallowed his voice.
The phone buzzed.
He stared at the screen. Typing. Erasing. Typing again. Then finally—
A few seconds later, the screen lit up with Taehyung’s call.
Jimin answered without thinking.
Taehyung
📲“Hey,You sound dead.”
Jimin
📲"I feel worse,” murmured. “I haven’t slept.”
Taehyung
📲“You need to stop sitting in that apartment like a ghost.”
Jimin
📲“I keep thinking he’ll come back,” said softly. “Like maybe he forgot his charger or… something.”
Taehyung
📲Sighed. “Jimin… it’s been three weeks."
Taehyung
📲“No. I don’t think you do.”
Jimin
Leaned his head against the wall.📲 “He didn’t even fight for me, Tae. He just said ‘it’s better this way’ and walked out.”
Taehyung
Voice tightened. 📲“That bastard doesn’t deserve your tears.”
Jimin
📲“He didn’t even cry,” whispered. “He just… looked tired. Like I was a weight he needed to put down.”💔
Silence. A quiet breath on the other end.
Taehyung
📲“Did you ever ask him why?”
Jimin
📲"I did,You know what he said? He said ‘don’t make this harder, Jimin’ like it was me ruining everything just by feeling something.”
Taehyung
Was quiet for a moment, then asked,📲 “If he walked in right now, what would you do?”
Jimin
Laughed weakly. 📲“I’d probably hug him first. Then punch him.”
Taehyung
📲“Fair, I’d help with the punching part.”
Jimin
Closed his eyes.📲“I keep replaying it, Tae. That last night. He couldn’t even look at me. He picked up his bag, said it like a statement—‘I’m leaving’—and then walked out. Just like that.”💔
Taehyung
Voice softened.📲 “Do you want me to come over?”
Jimin
📲“No. I’m not ready to be seen like this.”
Taehyung
📲 “You’re not broken, Jimin.”
Jimin
📲 "I feel like I am.”
Taehyung
📲“You’re grieving. That’s not the same.”
There was a long pause. Rain began to fall outside. Jimin could hear it against the windows, steady and rhythmic.
Jimin
📲“He used to hate the rain"
Taehyung
📲“Of course he did,” muttered. “He hates everything that’s soft.”
Jimin
📲“No,” his voice suddenly fragile. “That’s not true. He used to love me.”
Taehyung didn’t argue.
And maybe that hurt the most.
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