~Y/N POV~

I needed coffee. I didn't get much sleep last night after seeing the state Jungkook was in when he mysteriously came back. I don't buy Jin's story in finding him outside because sometimes you can just tell when he's lying but I haven't pressed for more answers. I just don't have the energy to do so.

I did however help him clean up Jungkook a little more now that Jungkook is in a stable condition thank god. I'm not as hysterical as you could say like I was yesterday. I'm more calm and accepting in what happened. Namjoon helped me with that when he came home after speaking to Jin and seeing Jungkook. In fact he stayed with me most of the day yesterday until my brother was finished helping Jin with Jungkook but Taehyung stayed to help and after Jimin left I have no idea where he went.

It was a little weird when he was in my room since it had been so long but he didn't speak to me and neither did I. I didn't know what to say to him but it was nice just to get that alone time with him even if we didn't speak.

Well that was all yesterday, today was a little different.

I may have fallen asleep next to Hoseok in my bed but I woke up to Taehyung sleeping next to me instead of my brother. While he slept I just left him to get a shower and then I made breakfast for everyone that was willing to eat which was only Namjoon, Hoseok and myself. I didn't want to but I had to force myself something. Taehyung was still sleeping and Jin was busy back with Jungkook making sure he was okay. The last I saw him he was in Jungkook's room with both Hoseok and Namjoon talking about something, they were whispering actually and only stopped when I passed by the room. One of them left the door slightly open too but it closed as I walked passed which was weird.

So everyone in the house was doing their own thing but the only one I didn't know about was Jimin. Not like that's anything new, I don't know what he does anymore apart from either go out and work on what ever duties Namjoon gives him or he lurks about the house drinking and getting drunk.

If only I could help him but apparently he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore.

I sighed thinking about that. Washing the dishes in the sink from my breakfast and the dishes of Namjoon and Hoseok too that they left when they came down to eat breakfast when I called on them. I insisted on washing them so they were free to return back to Jin and Jungkook or whatever else they were going to do.

Now that I heard the kettle turn off after it does when it's reached it's full boiling heat, I dried my hands and wondered back over to the kettle. My cup already with coffee granules inside with sugar. I could use the coffee machine but I prefer it this way. Old fashioned I guess.

Pouring the boiling water into the cup, the strong smell of the coffee hit me full force in the face but I loved the smell of coffee, which reminds me I really need to call up about the café I left behind to be sure everything is still in working order.

Now stirring the hot liquid, I picked it up in my hands, feeling the heat which warmed up my hands just nicely. Smelling the coffee again I just loved it.

"Y/n?"

"AH!"

I squealed in fright, dropping my cup to the counter after it slipped from my hands and poured the hot coffee all over the counter top. Luckily none of it hit me but the back splash on my hands. I turned over my shoulder to see Jimin.

He grabbed a kitchen towel from the oven handle and rushed over to soak up the coffee from the counter and then took my hands to inspect them.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." Jimin

I shook my head also looking down at my hands that were okay. It was only a little droplets of coffee so the pain was long gone now.

"It's okay. Thanks though."

Jimin nodded and I reached out to the towel on the counter that was now turning into the dark colour brown rather than the white and black strips it usually has.

"Can I talk to you about something? If you don't mind?" Jimin

This caught me off guard yet I smiled just to think Jimin wants to talk to me. After all this time Jimin wants to talk to me. The person he's been avoiding for over a year now. Me, of all people.

"Sure, what's up?"

Now dapping the coffee up with the towel, I would glance between the two. Jimin or the towel jst to see that Jimin was staring at the counter, biting his bottom lip in deep thought. The wheels turning in his mind.

"Jimin are you okay? Is something wrong?"

He snapped out his thoughts, shaking his head and relaxed his shoulders.

"No, no I'm okay. I just wanted to say......erm..well you see......oh man..." Jimin

He scratched the back of his head, looking down to his feet shyly. Now this Jimin I remember. Not the hard headed man that gets drunk and walks around almost lifelessly. This Jimin right here I swear is the sweet shy man that's nothing but a buddle of cuteness when you get to know him.

"Okay, here it goes. I'm sorry." Jimin

I laughed.

"You already said sorry. It's no big deal. I can make another coffee Jimin."

Now folding up the coffee soaked towel I placed it next to the sink. I would go throw it in the laundry room but clearly Jimin has something to say.

"No, I don't mean for the coffee. I mean......for ignoring you." Jimin

My eyes widen shock. Okay I most definitely didn't expect that.

"I shouldn't of ignored you this last year. You needed me when Yoongi passed and I completely pulled away and I should of been there for you as your friend. So I'm sorry." Jimin

He looked down again in guilt and shame. But the thing is I'm not mad.

"But you lost a friend too Jimin. It wasn't just me that was grieving, it was you too."

"That doesn't excuse me leaving you alone when I should of been there next to you. We could of grieved together but I was scared that I would lose you too and so I stayed away so it would be less painful if I did. It was stupid for me to think that way." Jimin

Shaking my head I grabbed him and pulled him in for a hug. He was slightly taller than me but my head was able to rest on his shoulder. At first he was stiff, arms by his side but eventually he moved his arms to wrap around me and hug me back, burying his face into the croak of my neck.

"I'm sorry. You have no idea how much I am sorry for." Jimin

I tighten my hold around him not wanting this moment to end. It's been so long since I felt his arms around me and yet here we are, in each other's embrace standing in the middle of the kitchen. I don't' need his apology. I already forgave him a long time ago.