She was only a small girl. Tiny, fragile, sweet. A six-year-old with two gaps in her mouth where her teeth were supposed to be, two tiny ponytails dangling from her head, and two moles decorating the side of her lips. Her two favorite people in the world were the two who brought her there, the only two she could trust even as a child.

What did she have to lose? Nothing. At least nothing her limited brain could think of. Never did she ever think that one small visit to a place she deeply loved, a place that fulfilled all her childish desires, would become the same place where all her dread lies.

There was only one sound that rang continuously in her ear even as an adult: the sound of her cracked, soft, petite voice screaming "Ahjussi" after a terrified young man, a young man who didn't even spare her a single glance and ran selfishly for the sake of his own life. Her eyes couldn't see anything other than the image of her tear-stained cheeks and tiny, blood-stained hands holding onto the once clean clothes of the two most precious people in her life. Of course, she didn't understand much, but it only took the horrid sight ahead of her to shake her insides, to shatter her heart, and most importantly, destroy her life.

"Sun Hee," I heard Jimin's voice pierce through the silence, through my endless train of thoughts and dreadful memories. I pulled my face away from my hands and looked at him, the dark circles under my eyes most probably hinting to him that I was extremely fatigued. My droopy eyes found their way into his concerned ones, making my heart hurt even more at seeing how he started to form dark circles as well because of my case.

His hand found their way to my stiff shoulder, pushing all the loose, messy strands of hairs aside then landing peacefully on my shoulder blade. My body was indifferent to his touches just like it was towards everything else at that moment. I hadn't slept for nearly five days, and neither did he. My thoughts and memories kept me awake all night and if it wasn't for Jimin's reassuring presence, I would've most probably been dead at the moment.

"You look so tired. Are you sure you don't want to rest?" He asked me, his voice coming out the gentlest it ever could. As though his sentence pulled me back to reality and increase my awareness of the time, my body involuntarily stretched, causing my spinal cord to crack in the process. A wave of relaxation flowed through my body at hearing the confined gases escape from in between my backbones and I let my body slump back into the comfy cushions of my living room couch the way it initially was.

A sigh found its way out my mouth before I could say," No, it's okay. I'm fine."

"Would you like to eat something? A sandwich maybe? Or just have a cup of coffee if you don't feel like eating?" He asked me, his hand now on my thigh, giving it a slight squeeze of assurance.

I shook my head at him then pushed my body backward so I can lay comfortably on the couch.

"I said I'm fine. I don't want to eat or drink anything," I let out, the hoarseness of my voice catching me off guard.

How long did I go without talking? Right, a long time.

He looked at me for a long moment as I pulled my knees up to my chest and just stared at the floor. The DNA results weren't out yet and I was waiting for them desperately to the point that I started feeling scared of the results even though I really had nothing to do with the whole issue. The detective's question kept on repeating in my head ever since, making me even more curious the more I thought about it.

If I wasn't the one who reported the crime scene, then who did? And whoever that person was, how was he or she capable of knowing what was going on inside my apartment?

The answer to this question was actually very obvious despite the fact that I was overthinking it. Whoever killed Taehyung reported the crime, but why would they want to pin it on me? Who hates me so much to that point?

Not only that, but one major thing that the detective said caught my attention too.

Did someone enter or exit your house?

During the times when Taehyung and I were chatting and also when we slept, not a single soul entered or exited the house. The only person who entered the house that day was-

My eyes widened.

"Okay," Jimin said then let an audible sigh exit his mouth and stood up," since you don't need anything, I'll be-"

"Jimin!" I suddenly shouted after sitting straight in a split second, causing Jimin to flinch.

"There is something I need to tell you," I said then took a deep breath, trying to guess what his reaction would be after hearing what I had to say," But please, don't freak out and don't ask me why I am telling you this just now. I know that it is too late."

"What's wrong? You are scaring me," He asked as he sat back down next to me slowly, his concerned eyes never leaving mine.

I took a deep breath and said," I couldn't say this back then because I could've gotten in trouble, and most probably could've dragged you along, but there is a person who entered my house the night Taehyung died."

At hearing that, his eyebrows got lifted and his whole body showed signs of alertness and worry.

"W-wh-" he was about to say, but I interrupted him.

"Somehow, Hoseok was already sitting on the edge of my bathtub when I came home that night, then suddenly disappeared when Taehyung rang the door bell. He didn't make any other appearance after that, but he could've entered again while I was asleep," I said, my eyes piercing through Jimin's, trying to figure out what he was thinking or even feeling at hearing such news.

His eyes left mine and made the floor its new point of focus, making it even harder for me to guess what he was feeling.

I looked around me before coming closer to Jimin's ear, causing him to flinch again for some unknown reason. He looked me in the eye with surprise while I just paused midway between my initial position and his ear. I gestured with my hand for him to come closer, so he hesitantly did as I said after looking around, most probably wondering why I was suddenly whispering in his ear when we were all alone.

"He is everywhere," I told him, causing him to shiver slightly from the sudden wave of chills that I sent down his spine.

We parted our bodies again then I looked at him, eyes showing determination. He eyed me skeptically before I suddenly found a book slamming my head.

"What the hell?!" I shouted then rubbed my head, but before my head could recover from the wave of pain that he sent, I recieved another blow exactly after it.

"Jimin stop! What in the world are you doing?!" I shouted at him, my arms fixated in front of my head defensively.

"You. Need. To. Get. Back. To. Your. Senses," He said, one word with each smack he gave me on the head.

"Okay okay! Just stop, it hurts!" I shouted at him, my voice filled with a tone of utter annoyance. He put the book down next to him and sat down casually like he didn't beat me with a thick book two seconds ago.

"Jeez, where did you even get that book?!" I said as I rubbed the spots in my head that got hit.

"So you are trying to convince me that a whole five feet human is capable of teleporting but a book that's 5 inches wide can't?" He asked me, frustration obvious in his tone after hearing what he thought of as a "ridiculous testimony".

"Jimin," I whined in annoyance then said," That's exactly what happened! I was surprised too! Like, one second he was here and the next he was gone. He didn't even use the door and the windows were all closed. I don't know how to explain this."

"Yeah, of course you won't. I feel glad you were smart enough to not say such a thing in front of the detective or else you were a goner, for real," He said, rendering me speechless. He didn't believe me.

"Jimin," I said firmly, my eyes piercing through his.

"Listen Sun Hee. I went as far as to believe in the existence of a nonexistent human for you, but I'm human too okay? You can't simply tell me that a person suddenly disappeared from your house in a matter of a second without using any form of exit and I'll believe you. There are limits to this Sun Hee. This is law. You can't play with law," He said, causing a wave of disappointment to run through me.

"Fine. Don't believe me. But if Hoseok ever enters my house again and you find me dead, I'm expecting you to blame yourself for life. Are we clear about that?" I asked him, my eyes threatening to let its tears flow. I couldn't stand his sight in front of me anymore so I stood up and stomped my way to my room.

"Ugh, Sun Hee come on! You are exaggerating! This really isn't worth you getting mad!" Jimin said furiously, his voice showing how pissed off he was at my attitude.

"Yes Jimin! It isn't worth it! My life is on the line, my reputation, my everything and I'm about to get charged with murder for having nothing to prove otherwise! Yes, I'm exaggerating! What could possibly go wrong?!" I shouted at him while grasping the door knob with as much force as I could until my knuckles turned white.

"I don't know. I really don't know why I'm getting mad over such trivial things! I'm being an ass and a drama queen! Yes, you are right and I'm sorry!" I said, my anger completely taking over my body. I slammed the door as hard as I could against its frame, causing the whole room to vibrate a bit.

"What do you want me to do?! What do you want me to say to everyone out there?! Someone who doesn't exist killed Taehyung?! My best friend?! Is that what you want me to say?! Huh?!" I heard Jimin shout the loudest he could from behind my bedroom door.

"What do I do?!" He shouted then not long after I heard the sound of glass shattering.

I threw myself on my bed and allowed my tears to flow silently as I heard him break down in the living room all on his own.

"Why do I have to live like that?!" I heard him shout, followed by another sound of shattering. That scream brought back a rush of memories, bad ones.

"I hate this world! Why should I stay?! So people can continuously step on me?! So they can keep on looking down at me just because I don't have parents?! I'm better than that! I'm better than all of them! I can do better than ten million of those people out there combined!" I looked at the frustrated 15 year old Jimin, shouting at the stars, years streaming down his red face.

"It isn't my fault that I was born in such a life! I didn't choose anything so why do I have to live like this?!"

"Why?!" I heard him shout again, followed by another sound of shattering glass.

The screaming suddenly stopped, and so did the shattering so I got worried. I sat still for two minutes until I made sure that there was no sound, then I went outside only to find Jimin sitting in between a pile of shattered glass, his head low and hands wiping away the tears that were flowing down his face.

Seeing him broken that way reminded me of something really important, that I wasn't the only one who had to go through hard times, that there were other people who were pressured and sick of life just as much as I was. For that I felt bad towards Jimin. I felt bad that everytime he tried to help me through something, I'd turn his help down in the worst ways possible.

I came closer to him and tried to put a hand to his shoulder, but he immediately moved his shoulder away then stood up.

"Jimin," I let out faintly, seeing how his figure looked so messy and how stressed and pressured he felt.

"I don't want to talk. Leave me alone," He said before grabbing my car keys and exiting my house, leaving me all alone with only a pile of shattered glass reflecting my broken heart.

It isn't my fault either. I guess we are both getting tortured for things we never had a fault in. So why do I keep on making a big deal of everything and he doesn't?

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Hello my lovelies!!

New updaatteee!!!

I'm sorry it took me this long to write one, but I didnt know what to write tbh XD this book doesnt have a certain plot so I'm discovering the identity of it on the way... but that's what makes it exciting right?

Makes it more of a journey than a book...

So yeah, that's it for today's chapter... I hope you liked it

Don't forget to take care and love yourselves,

Thank you all,

I love you,

-R 💜💜