"Jimin you didn't touch food again," my mother scolds, but for me, she was just the mere existence of my mind. The more percentage is Yoongi.

"I don't have the appetite." I slowly responded, staring at food serve deliciously with crispy cooked tempura and hot steamy rice, now a bulk of rice and vegetable stew.

"Jimin, are you on a diet?" My brother teases but I didn't since he's the reason for my suffering.

"Why did you fucking care?" I annoying fired back on him.

"Jiminie.. don't talk like that to your hyung.'' My mother angrily to me, which put me on the trigger of madness.

"Why... because he's your favorite son, because he's smarter than me. He can give you medals and recognition and me.." I laugh at myself. Took a glance at both of them in shock. " Oh. I forgot I just a mere of this family after father's death no one care for me." My tears threatened to fall. "And you!!" I pointed to my brother. "You're the reasons for my suffering. I WISH YOU WE'RE GONE!!!" I run immediately to my room, locking myself, crying to my faith.

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"Jimin!" Taehyung said, rubbing my back. "Come on, you've got to get out of this bed."

"No," I whimpered out, curling up more. "I-I'm such an f-f-fucking idiot... I had let Yoongi take my virginity. I had let him in. And what does he do? He leaves me because he wants my fucking brother." I grip on Taehyung's shirt. I didn't mind if it's soaking wet with my tears.

"He's a jerk. Forget about him," Taehyung cooed. "You opened yourself up, and he fucked off. It's his loss, Jiminie. You're a catch." I didn't feel like a catch. I felt like a worthless cow.

"Am I fat? Is that why he doesn't want me? Why he wants my brother?" I asked softly.

"Jimin, no, of course not," he said, pulling me close and hugging me tightly. "You're so pretty, Jimin. You're beautiful. And don't let one guy make you ever think less of yourself."

"I hate him so much," I said, nuzzling against him. "Never want to see him again. I hate him, especially my brother.." I cry out more.

"Let it out," he encouraged. "You can hate him." I clung to him, unable to cry properly because I'd spent the last week crying.

"Jimin?" My mother came into the room suddenly. Panting his breath nervously. "Come on, honey, we've got to go to the hospital."

"The hospital?" I said, blinking a few times. "Why?"

"Bogum got hurt," she explained.

"Can Tae come with? Please?" I begged. She nodded before scurrying out.

"I hope he's okay," Taehyung admitted.

"I hope someone punched him in the face," I said bitterly. "I hope someone really fucked him up." Yes, I was angry with my brother.  He basically took Yoongi away from me.

"Jiminie," Taehyung calls out, but my body sticks on the bed. " I know you have every right to be upset but Jiminie he's still your brother." I look forward to him. "He didn't mean to hurt you." My head down and follow them.​​​​

But... I did still care about him. He was my brother, after all.

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"I was just trying to make sure Jin was okay," Bogum explained softly. "Price of love, I guess." I huffed a little, but stayed quiet as he spoke.

"I guess we should stay around Jin for a while until it's proven to be safe again," Taehyung admitted.

"I'm going to go get some coffee," my mother said, standing up and leaving the room. She was a bit shaken, so naturally, she didn't offer to anyone else. I let it go for now.

"As long as you're both okay," I said, looking away.

"Jimin, you've been a bit... moody all week, what's going on with you?" Bogum asked with concern. I looked at him and almost spilled everything.

"Bogum?!"

I closed my mouth when I heard that voice. After a few seconds, Yoongi came running in.

"What the fuck happened?!" he cried out.

"Shush," Bogum scolded. "You'll get kicked out if you keep yelling like that."

"What happened?" Yoongi demanded. "What did you do?"

"I saved Jin," Bogum said proudly. "This is the cost of me saving him."

"The guy is just going to get you killed," Yoongi snapped as he went to the side of Bogum's bed. "He's not good for you if he's fucking you up like this."

"Um, that's our friend," Taehyung pointed out.

"Well, you need a new one," Yoongi insisted.

"Who the fuck are you to say that?" I said, letting out a harsh huff. I went over and hit his chest harshly. "You know nothing about my friends, or me, or anything."

"Jimin, breathe," Taehyung said quickly as he came over and grabbed my arms.

"What the hell did you do to Jimin?" Bogum asked, gazing at Yoongi with concern.

"Nothing important," Yoongi said, looking away.

"He only took my virginity," I sobbed as tears flooded my eyes. "But he's in love with someone else, so he used me because he's a fucking asshole!"

"Come on," Taehyung said, pulling me out of the room as I started crying. He hugged me and rubbed my back. "You need some time with me and Jin. Let's go to the café and get some coffee, like we always do. We'll all unwind and unload everything." I sniffled and nodded.

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"You deserve better," Seokjin said, kissing my cheek as he hugged me. "You deserve so much better, Jimin. Yoongi's not good enough for a sweet little angel like you. You should have a great guy that loves you and takes care of you and never has eyes for anyone else. You need a guy that's yours and only yours."

"Thank you," I said, leaning against him. "I love you and Tae so much. I miss you guys a lot."

"We miss you too," Taehyung said, stroking my thigh. "Jin, are you doing okay? We came from visiting Bogum at the hospital."

"Yeah, I'm okay, shook up," Seokjin reassured, waving it off slightly. "You know, ever since I started having those dreams about that guy, weird things have been happening a lot. This is just another one of those things."

"Maybe it's a sign," I mumbled. "A sign that your life is changing?"

"Possible," he said in agreement. "If something else happens, I'll let you know, I promise. Now, I'm still on the clock, so I've gotta end this break and go to work, but you two can enjoy yourselves, okay?"

He smiles but I sense to him something odd him.