There I sat next to my room's window, completely wrapped with a blanket with a warm mug of coffee in my hands, my glassy eyes following the cars that passed by every two seconds. The image of Taehyung's blood forming in my head everytime I saw the red light that the cars let out, causing more tears to flow down my face silently. I pulled my knees up to my chest and held my mug against them, the sounds of my sniffing penetrating the silence that had engulfed the room.

It had been two days since Taehyung's murder, but my mind couldn't rest. Everytime my lids would close, I would see images of Taehyung sitting in my bathtub, his eyes opened wide and his neck leaking out its content. I couldn't even sleep anymore because of the nightmares I had, so I felt extremely fatigued. The bathroom? Well, I couldn't even come anywhere near it.

The investigation was ongoing. Both the detective and Jimin were constantly looking around my house for answers, not to mention also them pestering me for answers too. No matter how many times they brought that subject up, I still gave them the same answers because that was all I knew. I wasn't planning on lying to them, and Jimin knew that I don't lie, but my testimony wasn't sensible to them. I wouldn't blame them though because if I were them, I wouldn't have believed myself either.

Jimin and I didn't talk since then, mostly because he was always in the station with the detective. The only topic he brought up with me was the murder, and most of the time I couldn't answer him, because i thought he was going to be my only support and comfort in all the pressure I was going through.

A knock on my room's door disturbed my train of thoughts and also my train of silent tears. I wiped the tears that were staining my cheeks with the blanket really quickly before granting permission to whoever was on the other side of the door to enter.

"Hey," Jimin said with a slight, sad smile and entered after closing the door behind him. It seemed to me as though he wasn't at the station for official work because he was standing there simply with a white shirt and black, skinny jeans, even his hair wasn't combed formally, just fluffy the way I was used to seeing it.

I returned back his slight smile then turned my head back towards the window, my eyes still following the cars that were passing by. In no time, I found him sitting next to me, his hands moving slowly towards the edge of my blanket.

"Would you mind sharing that with me?" He asked me, his hand tugging gently at its edge.

I pulled the blanket from his grip roughly and held it tight against my body,"Yes I would. A lot."

I looked back at the window before I suddebly found myself looking into Jimin's eyes which were now only a couple of centimetres in front of mine. He had used his full strength to pull my blanket off of me which resulted in pulling my body along with it. I gulped as I noticed our proximity, something I had forgotten the feeling of a long time ago. He had a stern look on his face, his eyes capturing mine strongly and not letting go.

"Why are you being like that, Sun Hee?" He said, his voice coming out a bit husky but faint.

His question brought tears to my eyes again, causing his image in my mind to become blurry. His hot breath was acting like a blow dryer to the tears that managed to slide down my eyes, causing them to disappear into thin air just like that.

"He died. He died, and-" I tried to continue, but the air suddenly got caught in my throat, causing me to cry even more.

I saw the tears in Jimin's eyes increase in amount until they became too heavy for his eyes to hold. One by one, his tears fell in the form of individual drops, sliding down his soft cheeks slowly.

He put his thumb on my cheek and wiped my tears off with just one swipe.

"Come here," He said then pulled me softly into his embrace. I put my head against his stiff chest which was moving in an abnormal way. His breathing rate wasn't stable, meaning that he was holding back from crying too. His arms snaked around my waist and held it tight against his own, making sure that I was feeling safe and warm.

"I didn't do anything. I didn't come anywhere near him. We even slept on the edges of the bed. I swear Jimin, I didn't do anything to him," I kept on crying, trying to let out all my pleas of innocence in between hiccups.

"N-no matter what I'm going to say, no matter what the lawyer is going to do, no one is going to believe me, and- and I'm tired of acting all strong and confident out there when I know that everything will end up pinned on me," I continued, my hiccups stopping me from talking without stuttering at least once or twice.

"I-I'm scared Jimin. I'm scared I'll end up in prison all alone for something I didn't even do," I said then continued crying in his chest.

"Don't be. I'll make sure we get you out of it," He said, his hands caressing my head gently in a soothing and assuring way.

"You won't. There is nothing to prove it otherwise," I said in between hiccups.

"Its okay. We have sent the piece of glass for inspection. Once we get the fingerprints off of it, we will know for sure that it wasn't you. You said you haven't went anywhere near the crime scene right?" He asked me softly, his hands still caressing my hair. I nodded against his hand.

"Then that's all I need to know. You will be fine," He assured me, but I couldn't help but continue crying. I cried for too long that my head had started hurting me, so I tried to stop, but I wouldn't. I had waited for such a chance to come, a chance where I can cry to my heart's content and now that I got it, letting it go was hard.

"Sun Hee," He suddenly said, his voice cracking in the middle," Can you not feel that way anymore?"

I pulled my head away and looked up into his eyes. They were filled with tears, and his jaw was tightly clenched in an attempt to prevent himself from letting his tears flow alongside mine.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked him, not quiet understanding what he meant.

"Can you not cry anymore? Can you not beat yourself up anymore? Can you sleep peacefully and not wake up in the middle of the night crying?" He told me, then gulped before continuing," Because I can't handle seeing you in pain anymore."

Hearing that caused even more tears to flow down both my eyes and his. With every tear that left my eyes, his descended heavier, carrying both his pain and mine.

"It is my faul-" I was about to say before he interrupted me again.

"No Sun Hee. It isn't. Stop convincing yourself that," He said.

I looked into his eyes with adoration, wondering how he can be like that. How he can always believe in the good side of me even when he doesn't know the complete truth.

"Why do you trust me so much? What if I actually murdered him? Why aren't you taking this into consideration? You are only interrogating me because that's what you do for a living, and because you don't want to raise suspicion. But why aren't you giving yourself a chance to doubt me?" I asked him, my voice cracking due to the amounts of force I was putting into not crying anymore.

He stayed silent and stared into my eyes, his looks to me giving me all the answers that I need, but I wanted to hear it from him.

"Because," he started then took a short pause to look at me even longer," You are the only true person in my life Sun Hee."

"You are my life. If you hadn't entered it, I wouldn't have been here right now. How can you expect me to not believe in you?" He added, causing a wave of butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

He put a hand against my cheek and brushed off the hair that was covering it to the side before saying," I would rather convince myself that I'm the one who killed him rather than even think that it was you who did it."

I can't do this anymore.

I threw my arms behind his neck and pulled him down for a tight hug. He wrapped his arms tight around me and snuggled his nose in my nape.

"I love you so much Jimin," I said, causing him to hug me even tighter.

"I love you more kiddo," He replied back before giving my back a set of gentle, comforting rubs.

Kiddo. It has been long since he last called me that.

He pulled out of the hug and ruffled my hair, causing it to be messier than it initially was.

"Now go to sleep. You look like a zombie," He said with a smile, causing me to scoff.

"As if you look any better," I replied back causing him to push me down harshly on the mattress before standing up quickly and running towards the door.

I pushed the loose strands of my hair behind my ears and sat up again, only to see him behind my door.

"I'll be sleeping on the couch. Sleep well!" He said before shutting the door.

I missed you Jimin. I really did.

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Hello my lovelies!!

A new update!

This chapter is shorter than the rest... I just wanted to write Smth for you because I felt a bit bad for not updating that much... but this is a filler chapter...

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