That smile...

The smile that stained Hoseok's lips but failed to reach his eyes...

It had changed shapes.

No longer was it shaped like an adorable heart. No longer did it bring the dimples to his cheeks.

The light in his eyes...

It was gone.

Yet, he kept trying. Hoseok powered through his days with false smiles and empty eyes.

"He wouldn't want you to grieve. He would want you to celebrate the life he had."

Those words always pissed Jimin off as he watched Hoseok struggle. Why couldn't people just let him process his grief? Forcing fake happiness was unhealthy and kept the grief buried deep within to infect his core.

Jimin wanted Hoseok to grieve. He wanted him to process everything in a healthy way and gradually recover.

As he watched Hoseok in silence, he clenched his hands into fists by his sides, his anger unknown.

"Smile for the time you had him. He would want that."

The audacity these people had...

To speak for him.