Jungkook lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His knuckles throbbed from repeatedly hitting the wall in frustration over the recent events, but he didn't care about the pain. What haunted him was Jimin's face—Jimin's disappointed expression. Jungkook couldn't get that face out of his mind, and to clear his head, he had punched the wall multiple times, but nothing helped. The pain lingered in his hand, yet his mind remained full of those expressions.
Jungkook snapped back to reality when his phone started ringing. He glanced at the screen, debating whether to answer or ignore the call again. It was his mother, so Jungkook picked up, exhaling to release some of his frustration, so she wouldn't worry.
"How's my baby doing?" Mrs. Jeon asked while looking over some files in her office. She was always busy but never too busy to check on her only child.
"Fine," Jungkook replied in his usual tone, flipping to the other side of the bed for better comfort, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
"Aren't you at college?" she asked, noticing the absence of the usual background noise she often heard.
"No," Jungkook answered, holding the phone in one hand while using the other to trace a line in the air, absentmindedly drawing a 'J.'
"Why not?" Her expression turned serious as she closed the file, feeling concerned. She was alone in her office. "You promised me you'd attend college every day."
"Something happened at college," Jungkook replied quietly. He wasn't much of a talker, especially with her, he blamed himself for making her to take so many responsibilities. "It's my fault," he added, his voice low.
"Jungkook, you know you're never the only one to blame for anything," she said softly. Her voice was fragile, filled with the weight of the accident seven years ago, when she lost everything. Her husband had died, and Jungkook had been traumatized for the next five years. Jungkook still carried the burden, believing it was his fault for asking his father to get him his favorite ice cream after a long day. His father, wanting to make his son happy, had immediately left to buy the ice cream, but he never came back.
"Some things happen because they're destined to be," she continued, her eyes tearing up as her voice began to falter. She took a deep breath, not wanting him to know she was crying. "I'll call you later, honey."
The call ended, and Jungkook closed his eyes in defeat. He knew he was to blame. If he wasn't, then why had he asked his father for ice cream that day? Why hadn't he noticed how tired his father was? His father had smiled sweetly at him before leaving to get the ice cream, but why hadn't Jungkook told him, 'You're the real happiness for me, Dad'?
A few tears rolled down Jungkook's cheeks. He didn't know when his emotions had become so uncontrollable. He chose to remain isolated, not wanting to burden anyone else with his guilt. How could he tell them that it was because of him his father had left that evening? Because of him, his father had never returned to open the door. Shouldn't his mother blame him too? She must think that he was the reason for all her struggles, the one who made her life harder, right?
A soft knock on the door snapped Jungkook back to reality. Quickly wiping his tears, Jungkook sat up in bed. Jimin peeked inside when no one responded to his knock. He saw Jungkook glance at him briefly before looking away. Without asking for permission, Jimin took two steps in and halt there.
"Should I come inside?" Jimin asked, standing in the doorway of Jungkook's room. The smile he wore was so real and mesmerizing that it could make anyone smile back. Jimin was already a couple of steps into the room—the door was open—and he couldn't help but notice the slight swelling of Jungkook's cheeks. It made Jimin want to hug him, and without realizing it, he took a few more steps toward Jungkook's bed, his eyes fixed on him.
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