September 31th, 2017
Sunday, 13:35

he hesitates when his hand touches the door handle. he's nervous. more nervous than he's ever been. he doesn't even know why. perhaps it was because she was the one person yoongi would talk about to him. she was the one that was always the topic of the conversation when he and yoongi were alone, which wasn't often but it seemed so long.

while he didn't mind hearing yoongi talk about jaehee, he often wondered how well yoongi actually knew her. they'd never met. they've spoken on the phone, of course, yoongi made jimin stand outside with his keys, ready to start the car, so how could he forget.

he pushes back his hair and resists the urge to bite his nails as he turns the handle and tries to forget the anxiety building up. he's greeted by a stronger smell of coffee and a pale girl on a white bed, connected to a heart monitor beating steadily.

"hi," he says. he's surprised his voice didn't tremble.

"h-hi, jimin," she says, avoiding his eyes. "i didn't think you'd actually come."

"guess i proved you wrong, didn't i?"

"i guess you did."

"so, did you really have an asthma attack?"

she finally looks up.