Our Paths
10

"jim, uh,,"

"Hmm, uh,,"

Park jimin is changing. He is not a jimin who is always cheerful, not a jimin who is considerate, nor a jimin who always entertains the members.

There are now only jimin who always daydream, jimin who always cry for no reason, jimin who always hopes for the return of the figure of kim taehyung in their middle2.

"Jim!"

"Hn, uh,"

"Good eyes, hyung!"

"Hm, wae?"

Look at those black eye bags, those pale, dry lips, and those puffy eyes.

"You know that we love Taehyung so much?"

"..."

"You know, how valuable is the figure of kim taehyung for us? The bangtan Sonyeondan. We've been living together a long time."

"I consider you my second family. You should know jim, we all feel lost. But life goes on." Maybe this is the first time jimin heard a long suggestion from Yoongi who incidentally is the cueiest member.

"Hyung, I'm tired, want to sleep." Jimin said while Yoongi could only sigh.

"Rest me! Tomorrow our concert begins." Yoongi justifies jimin blanket.

"Good night."

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"How, yoon? Does he want to talk?" Seokjin was the one who first came to yoongi when the pale white young man came and sat next to namjoon. While others were anxious waiting for an answer.

Yoongi. "There's nothing I can do."

"Hahh," namjoon let out a long sigh.

"Are we really going to end?" Asked the maknae while looking at the leader hyung his role model.

"Hmm, let's just focus on the concert tomorrow night." Said hoseok while patting the shoulder of the jungkook slowly.

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"It's really lonely huh, hyung. The feeling of dorm was never this lonely." Reveal the jungkook while looking at the sky of the room.

"You're right, kook. Do you remember, every time you, jimin and taehyung joked together. Then we'll head straight for your crowded rooms."

"Like a magnet, your laughter attracts us to join, even yoongi hyung will come along. Even though he's gonna fall asleep in taehyung's bed." Hoseok smiled remembering the memory of the seven of them.

"Smiling hansung, like taehyung's. You guys realized it, right?"

"He's not Taehyung."

"Where can you be so sure it's yoon."

"I saw taehyung's whole body. That body, taehyung's body. Even though his face was unfamiliar, I remembered the scar on the back of his earlobe. While hansung doesn't have that scar."

"Don't humans have 7 scattered twins?"

After the conversation, they were immersed in each other's thoughts. Their daydreams are spoiled when someone calls.

"Young."

"Where are you going, jim?" Ask Hoseok who saw jimin has been neat.

"I want to go for a minute."

"Ac-"

"I went alone. Please believe me. I won't do anything to harm me, I still want to meet the army."

Seokjin was about to protest, but namjoon preceded her.

"Are you crazy namjoon?"

"What if Jim does something that harms him?"

"Hyung, let jimin go. We have to trust him. Didn't he say he wouldn't do anything to harm him?" Namjoon is trying to build the trust of the members.

The members just nodded.

"Now we better rest because tomorrow is the day we wait."

"Hmm, namjoon hyung, right."

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"So, what can I help you with?" The middle-aged woman asked as she gave a glass of orange juice and dried bread to the face of the jimin.

"I want to meet hansung." Jimin says steady.

"Hansung's gone, wait a minute." The middle-aged woman said with a warm smile, the smile of a mother she longed for.

Jimin only smiled thinly, very thinly, but the woman could still see him. Furthermore, Jimin did drink his juice in silence, washed away in all his thoughts.

"What do you want to think, hmm?" The middle-aged woman, switched to sitting right next to the jimin while stroking the jimin head.

"Ah, there's no. Just a few things." Jimin responded, but enjoyed all the subtle touches on the top of his head.

"Don't be too charged. Is that about taehyung?"

"Yaaa, a little bit of her, about her."

"You've been friends with her for a long time, haven't you?"

"Yes, we've been friends for a long time."

"Tell ahjumma, one reason that makes you believe that your friend is still alive, let alone that the son of ahjumma is your friend?"

"I-I just felt his presence in hansung. The smell of his body, his voice I really memorized. What makes me believe in him so much is because he calls me using a nickname that often taehyung. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend or doubt your motherly status."

Jimin really felt guilty about yesterday, he was really ready if the woman beside him was scolding him. But this perception is beyond the expectations of Jimi. The woman hugged him and laughed.

"What are you thinking, hmm? I'm not gonna hit you or scold you, where'd you get that perception?"

"Ehh? Where does ahjumma know?"

"Take your face, explain everything." Jimin just laughed awkwardly.

"In this world, a lot of things happen. Jio and Hansung are the saviors of my life. Without the presence of my two sons, I wouldn't be able to survive like this."

"My husband left me when Jio was 5 and of course hansung was 8. My husband has another family. I was a mistress. Well, you're right, jim. Hansung is not my son. He's my husband's son with another lover. Hansung is disabled, they don't want to have a disabled child. I took care of him like my own son."

"I raised him, like a normal kid. Teach him everything I can. If there is time, jio also teaches what he does at school. Hansung became smart. I didn't let him go to school, we didn't have enough. And hansung doesn't mind."

The woman wiped away her tears and stood up. Looking for something under the table. He picked up a book thick enough. And give it to jimin.

"Open up."

Jimin slowly opened the album. Sheet by sheet, looking at all the photos with tears.

"W-how can it be?"

The woman just smiled.

"1 January 1996. At 12 over 2 minutes."

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"Why come back?"