❝Family isn't something. It is everything.❞
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Play the song when you see a [♡]

Kim Seokjin

Kim Seokjin has never felt so useless in his entire life. And he felt useless pretty often in all honesty.

Staring at the ceiling in dark, he nervously realized that tomorrow is the day.

His turn of appreciating his brothers' sacrifices, in order to bear with his useless ass.

And had he any idea how to do it?
No.

Sighing, he sat up straight on his bed and thought. Thought of all the mess he created.

For he was the first one who decided to leave BTS.

He plopped back his head on the pillow and thought of all the good times they had spent together, and they could have spent together, if Jin wasn't selfish.

Kim Seokjin was scouted by BigHit Ent. for his visuals. And he was proud of it.

Even when he recorded VCRs or BTS Run episodes, he loved showing off his beautiful face in front of the camera.

And thus, Kim Seokjin realized his passion was in acting.

But realization often comes with a price.

And the price for this realization was Bangtan. Their disbandment.

Deciding that he couldn't sleep like this, Jin got up and walked out of his room.

The dorm was silent, except for the snores coming from everyone's room.

Unexpectedly, Jin teared up.

He remembered how in the beginning, how everyone used to come up with their problems and insecurities to him, because he was the eldest. He has seen everyone grow. He had raised them. He bonded everyone. He cared for everyone. He helped everyone overcome their insecurities.

Together they were bulletproof

And now that they all will be going different ways, what will happen to everyone?

"Yes," he suddenly murmured excitedly. "Yes, that's what I have to do. Yes."

And he quietly hurried off to make an important phone call.

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"Where on earth is Jin hyung!?" Jungkook asked for the umpteenth time.

"We don't know, ok? He just left a note saying he will be back soon. Don't worry," Namjoon said, though he himself was worried.

"But it's afternoon now. When is his 'soon'?" Jungkook whined.

Namjoon simply rolled his eyes. Suddenly his phone rang.

"Hello," he said, picking it up. He was silent for a few minutes, before replying with a 'okay'.

"Who was it?" Tae asked curiously.

"Manager hyung. He has called us at the studio."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Tell the others to come down to the garage, Tae. Jungkook, bring the car keys."

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[Timeskip to the studio]

"Is he fucking serious?!" Yoongi yelled.

"We have come all the way here only to learn that Jin hyung played a prank on us?" Jimin asked disbelievingly.

When they had reached the studio, they had found a note from Jin saying-

Haha fooled you guys. Comeback home. I prepared food.

XOXO,
Jin
Ps- It wasn't manager hyung's fault. I forced him too.

"What on earth is wrong with him?" Namjoon asked, shaking his head.

Looking back at the tired faces of the others, he sighed and said, "Lets head back home."

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[Timeskip to the apartment]

BTS trooped back into the living room, only to find Jin standing in the middle of the room.

To their surprise, the walls were covered with projecting screens, and projectors were hanging on the four corners of the room. The room was stripped bare of any furniture. So, this why they were called out of the apartment.

"Sit," Jin said, and nobody questioned him because his eyes were red, and voice hoarse.

He had been crying.

They sat down on the floor. As soon as their butts touched the ground, the projectors started working.

It was their journey. Their journey of 5 years.

[♡]

Jin started speaking, his voice wobbly.
"For 5 years we walked together. Through thick and thin, we stuck with each other. And in times like this, we have to be strong."

He took in a deep breath.
"You guys taught me to be strong. You helped overcome my insecurities."

Pictures of their debut flashed on the screen.

Namjoon's picture of tragic hairstyles flashed on the screens.

"Namjoon," he spoke to them individually. "You taught me to believe in myself. You taught me to be responsible. To not pay attention to trolls. You taught me to be strong. To love myself. I love my husband. We shall forever be the Appa and Eomma of BTS."

Namjoon laughed a broken laugh.

Hobi's MAMA stage flashed on the screens.

"Hobi, you taught me to be positive. To be optimistic. To have faith in myself. To believe I can do anything. That I have a purpose in BTS. I am a part of BTS. You believed in me. I love you my sunshine."

Hoseok sobbed on Namjoon's shoulder.

Yoongi's 'Seesaw' fancams flashed on the screen.

"Yoongi, my roommate, you have taught me to be strong mentally. You-"
Jin broke down sobbing.

Yoongi had tears in his eyes. He could practically hear the sound of his heart  breaking into a million pieces.

"Just know that Yoongs, you aren't alone, ever. I am always there to cheer you up with my dad jokes."

Jimin's 'No More Dream' era pics flashed on the screen.

"Jiminie, my love, you taught me to work hard. Very hard. I wish I was as hardworking and talented and dedicated as you. I love you. Please don't be so hard on yourself. We love you. Armys love you."

Jimin sobbed between his knees.

Taehyung's videos of goofing around flashed on the screens.

"Tae, my child, you taught me to be be myself. That I shouldn't care what others thought of me. I shouldn't pay attention to them. You taught me to embrace my original self. To be me. I love my Gucci model. My baby."

Tears were streaming down Tae's face, as he tried to quiten Hoseok's sobs.

Videos of Jungkook from the tragic Chile concert flashed on the screen, where he had over-worked himself.

"Kookie, my bunny, I don't have any words to say to you. I am truly speechless. The amount of persistence and patience you have in you is truly amazing. I apologise if this hyung ever embarrassed you in public. I love you, my bunny."

Jungkook straight away ran into Jin's arms, muttering 'I love you' over and over again.

Videos kept on playing. Pictures went by flashing.

And Jin's words got more wobbly.
"Guys, thank you. I can't thank you guys enough."

He took in a deep breath.
"Please, don't be hard on yourselves, guys. Jimin and Hoseok, don't practice too much, okay? Namjoon and Yoongi, don't spend too much time in your studios, okay? Jungkook, stay in your limits, okay? Don't overwork yourself. Taehyung, remember not to let the opinions of others drag you down. You are unique, my brother."

He swallowed, before speaking again.
"Even if I am not there, don't torture yourselves, okay? I am not gonna scold you forever."

At his words, everybody broke down crying, and ran into each others arms.

Strengthened by his brothers' arms around him, Jin spoke more confidently now.
"Even if our journey as BTS ends next week, I promise you our journey as brothers won't end. We've made many beautiful memories. And we will continue to do so in the future too."

The others nodded, their eyes shining with tears.

And then smiled his elderly hyung smile.
"So how about we start now, huh? Making memories? By honouring our previous ones?"

Seeing the others' confused faces, he laughed.
"I have prepared the meal we had first time ever as a group. When we just got put together. You guys remember?"

Jin smiled sadly.
"This is my parting gift for you guys. New memories mixed with the old ones. That's the best I could manage. I hope you guys liked it."

There faces spoke everything in return.

Taehyung suddenly spoke up.
"I don't know what to do now," he sighed.

"What do you mean, Tae?" Jimin asked, confused.

Taehyung smiled ruefully.
"I am next after hyung. It's my turn tomorrow. After Jin hyung's gift, mine just seems too childish."

"You mean you are ready?"

Taehyung nodded.
"I told you. It's too childish."

Jin suddenly spoke up.
"It will be alright, Tae. I know you. And I know whatever you'll do, will be from your heart. We believe in you. We purple you. And now come on, let's have our last Monday meal together."

And everyone smiled at his words, as they walked towards the kitchen, their hands intertwined.
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[A/N]

Idk. I think I shouldn't write such stories.

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