For the first time since the end of our break, we were given a day to sleep in. I had woken up at around nine, before the other boys, and had cooked breakfast leisurely for everyone. By ten, we were all gathered around the table.

"What's our schedule for today?" Jungkook asked, stabbing a piece of scrambled egg with a single chopstick. Namjoon glanced at his phone and read off of the screen.

"Recording session from twelve to four. That's all." He raised his eyebrows. Today really was a merciful day, or so I thought. "We should leave for the studio in an hour or so."

"Okay." I looked over at who spoke. Jimin was actually eating today, which surprised me. It wasn't much, as he only nibbled at some fruit and a piece of bacon, but it was still something.

"Jiminnie, are you planning to do anything?" I asked, trying to take advantage of his strangely good mood.

Jimin shrugged. "Probably play some video games and listen to music."

"Oh. Okay."

During the recording session, we were recording a new ballad. Hoseok, the composer, had given Jimin a lot of lines since the song fit Jimin's light and airy voice well. As Jimin recorded his parts, we all took notice of how emotional he was. As he sang the lyrics, his eyes were closed and his expressions changed with the tone. I could feel the sadness from looking at his delicate, broken expression as he floated out falsetto note after falsetto note.

"Do you think he's finally getting better?" Taehyung asked quietly. I studied Jimin through the glass. His weakened form had not improved by much, and I doubted that he'd gained confidence that quickly.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "You know he's a touchy person. Let's not ask."

Taehyung nodded. I looked over at Jungkook, who was also scrutinizing the fragile member carefully.

"That was good, Jiminnie!" Yoongi called into the microphone. "You sounded perfect."

After the recording session, we returned to the dorms to spend our free day however we wanted. As I neared my room, I felt weak arms wrap around my torso. I turned my head in surprise and saw that Jimin was back-hugging me.

"Hyung," he began, "thank you for always taking care of me and the others as well. You're always there for me, and I'm glad you are."

"Well, I have to take care of my little brothers, don't I?" I replied, my hands latching over Jimin's forearms in an attempt to return the embrace.

"Yes, but I wanted to thank you. I love you, Seokjin."

"Love you too." So Jimin was feeling better? Had he gotten over his ex and was he starting to return to his normal cheeriness? I knew the connection Bangtan had was powerful, but I honestly didn't think that it was enough to erase problems.

And it wasn't, evidently.

I had spent the remainder of the day locked in the bedroom, watching anime from my laptop. I only stopped when Namjoon asked me to cook dinner, after about thirteen episodes.

"What do you want for dinner?" I mentally scanned through my knowledge of cooking, trying to match up dishes in my head. The leader of Bangtan shrugged indifferently.

"I personally don't care, but you should ask the others," he replied, walking back to the living room. I nodded and decided to ask Jimin, since he was maybe starting to eat again.

"Jimin?" I followed Namjoon's steps out to the main room of the dorm, where the kitchen and the living room were partially connected. Jungkook and Taehyung were watching an action movie, Hoseok was clearly trying to tune them out with a book, Yoongi was taking a nap on the recliner, and Namjoon had just taken a seat next to Taehyung to watch the movie.

But Jimin was nowhere to be found.

"Do you guys know where Jimin is?" I asked. The guys that were awake looked up and shook their heads. Huh. Even though it was very unlikely, I went to check to see if Jimin was in the kitchen.

As I walked across the dorm, my foot hit something wet, and I slipped and slammed to the ground, a pained groan escaping my mouth.

"Hyung, are you okay?!" Hoseok sprung up first and they all rushed towards me, even Yoongi, who had been woken up by the commotion.

"Y-Yeah." I nodded, shocked, and looked at the floor. It was covered in water, and my entire leg was soaked from the impact. "But why is the floor wet...?"

My eyes followed the pool of water to its source, the bathroom. By then, all five of the others had come to my side. They followed my gaze.

"Is the bathroom flooding?" Jungkook looked bewildered and panicked.

Something sank in my stomach, but my curiosity managed to suppress the feeling. I slowly picked myself off the wet ground, approached the door, and rested my hand on the doorknob.

Why was the bathroom flooding? Deep inside, I had a feeling that I knew why, but my mind was blank and buzzing with dread that I had blocked it out.

"Seokjin-hyung?" Taehyung sounded wary. I looked back with a calm smile before turning the knob and pushing open the door.

Hoseok made a choking noise.

The bathtub was overflowing, an ocean's amount of water spilling from its porcelain domain. Water sloshed around on the floor, and the only thing I could see in the bathtub was a mop of dark hair.

No.

"Jimin!" Hoseok shouted, charging into the bathroom. He slipped on the copious amount of water, but he grasped the edge of the bathtub and pulled himself closer.

"Jiminnie?" Taehyung seemed to be in a daze. He walked slowly to the side of the bathtub and knelt next to Hoseok, who was sobbing. He stared at the top of the head floating in the water.

The remaining four of us snapped out of our shock and approached the tub. I looked back at the others. Namjoon seemed horrified, Yoongi's expression was stony, and Jungkook appeared to be terrified. I didn't know what to say, so I turned back around and led them to the bathtub, my heart pounding in my chest. The tips of my fingers had gone numb, and I felt dangerously close to bursting with emotion.

"Please," Hoseok begged. "Jimin, it can't be you."

"We have to check," I said softly. Taehyung quickly leaned over the edge of the tub, tangled his fingers in the dark hair, and pulled up.

"No!" Hoseok screamed. I heard Jungkook whimper, and I could hear the blood rushing in my head. Everything went fuzzy, and I couldn't focus anymore. It felt like a punch in the throat.

We recognized the face.

Jimin usually looked so peaceful when he slept. I knew that he got upset a lot, and he always had a fake smile up his sleeve, but when he slept, it was always a reminder to me that he was still a kid living his dream, and that there was happiness somewhere for him. All of Bangtan loved it when Jimin slept; they felt the same. No one woke him up when he was truly sleeping, and some of us even cuddled him. We didn't want to ruin his peace, and we were glad that he found it in sleep.

In death, he looked just as peaceful, if not more.

And that was what I hated.

Even when he was dead, I still had the urge to leave him be and let him sleep. I should've been immediately shaking him or giving him CPR or calling an ambulance, but I stood there staring at his soft, angelic expression.

I think that went for all of us.

We were all frozen in that moment, staring at Jimin's dead face. Why was a face that we all loved used in such a bad situation? Why couldn't he look upset or distressed in death?

Time ticked by, and no one said a word. The shock was fading, and tears started to fall. Hoseok resumed weeping, Taehyung covered his mouth, and my vision became incredibly blurry due to the tears. I sniffed and backhanded them and glanced at the others. Yoongi was still staring with his numb expression, but tears were freely streaking his cheeks. Namjoon leaned against a bathroom wall for support, burying his face in his hands as his whole body shuddered.

Jungkook dropped to his knees, water splashing everywhere.

"This isn't fair!" he cried, slamming a fist into the water, spraying everyone. "It shouldn't be him!"

"Jungkook..." I didn't know what to say. How could I comfort someone when I couldn't even console myself? I had to wipe my eyes again, and I forced my voice to not crack when I spoke. "I'm sorry."

Jungkook looked up at me, his eyes red and completely wet. "Why are you saying sorry?" he asked, his voice quivering. He sniffed. "You feel the same way, don't you?"

I nodded, and that broke the dam. I started crying uncontrollably, tears racking my whole body. Namjoon held me in his arms, though he sobbed with me too. I buried my face in his shoulder and wailed in despair. My heart hurt an incredible amount, and in that moment, I had no idea how on earth it was ever going to heal.

Jimin, why?

"Guys..." Taehyung murmured. I wiped away my tears and turned to look at him. He picked something off of the floor. It was a small piece of paper, halfway burned, the flame long extinguished by the water.

"What does it say?" Hoseok asked shakily, his face stained with tears. Taehyung took one look at it and shook his head. He inhaled sharply.

"I can't." He passed it to me. "Please, can you do it, hyung?"

As I took the soaking piece of paper, my hand trembled. I grasped the note between my fingers and read it. Some of the words were burned, but there were enough left to let me know what was written.

"'How can I ask for others to love me when I don't even love myself?'" My eyes fell to Jimin's body. What did this kid ever do to deserve so much pain? Why was he the one who ended up with enough insecurities to be insecure for all of us?

"Is that what it says?" Jungkook cast a hardened glance at the ceiling, as if he was fighting a god. I nodded.

"But Jimin," I whispered, "we love you. We have enough love to make up for what love you can't get."

But that was Jimin's problem.

I'd known that Jimin was always insecure about himself. I had gotten the hint that he maybe even hated himself, but I'd never imagined that he would kill himself because of his internal turmoil. Never.

I looked at Jimin's peaceful face again. Was he really peaceful? Now that he was dead, was he content? Did he not hurt anymore? I hoped so.

"Rest in peace, Park Jimin."