[Edited: February 18, 2018]

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[A filler chappie before I sleep...]

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"Sleep"

Jimin's POV

"How are you feeling, Jimin?"

"I don't know."

I felt happy since they helped me and I realized that they're still here for me, but at the same time, I still felt horrible because I really wanted to be with Jungkook.

But why can't I be with Jungkook? I don't fucking know. He's my cure, but all I ever seem to do is hurt him. I didn't want to break him like I was broken. He didn't deserve it.

And what if he finds out about what happened before? All the things I've done and happened to me? Would he still love me?

I don't think so.

"You know what would make you feel better?" Yoongi smiled at me and handed me a cigarette.

"No, no, no," Taehyung immediately took it away. "Jimin isn't up for that."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not. Trust me. It just makes things worse."

"It makes everything better for me," Yoongi chuckled half-heartedly.

"Well, you're you, okay?" Tae sighed.

"Fine," Yoongi scoffed and lit the cigarette for himself instead.

"Jimin, I just have to go out with Suga for a minute. We'll come back fast," Taehyung said and I simply nodded.

"Can we talk?" Taehyung stood up.

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"I haven't been here for years," Yoongi said, looking at the picture frames in Taehyung's living room.

"Don't make a mess, idiot."

"Yeah, whatever the boss says," Yoongi scoffed again and Taehyung turned around to face me.

"I'll go upstairs and get you some clothes, okay? We're all going to sleep here. I swear all this will make you feel even a little bit better."

I nodded. I had nothing else planned anyway.

Yoongi mumbled something along the lines of, "He never said we'd sleep here," and "It would've been better if it was just . . ," then he stopped to looked at me.

He knew I was listening and he obviously didn't want that. I looked away and went to open the door to the basement.

Taehyung's basement was still the same. There were christmas lights hanging on the walls, cozy and fluffy sofas and all the childish decorations. It's pretty amusing how the upper part of the house is completely plain and white and all modern, but then the basement looks like a children's playroom.

Even so, Tae's really lucky to live in a beautiful house all alone like this.

But maybe not.

It would be more sad than mine since it is in fact bigger. And he lives all alone.

But I guess, I'm still worse since I live with the guy who killed my mother and married her sister.

My dad.

"Still beautiful, isn't it? Not a lot of people have been down here before. Taehyung told me that. And no one has been here for months now. I rarely even go to Tae's place at all."

"Why is that?"

"You already know that Tae doesn't let just anyone down here. This is like his secret special place or some shit. He only lets the two of us down here. You and me. And we sure as hell been through a lot these past few months. We haven't had the time to actually spend, down here with him."

"Oh . . . I see."

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The whole night was filled with watching all of my favourite movies. Yoongi and Tae didn't talk a lot to each other. I was sitting in the middle of them and even though I hated being in the middle, Tae forced me to sit there.

They tried really hard to make me feel better by having me watch my favourite movies and eat whatever I wanted, but I still couldn't get Jungkook out of my head.

I was the one who left him and everything, then why am I suffering this much?

"Jimin, you okay?" Tae asked from time to time, watching the movies.

I simply nodded each time.

It was all going well and peaceful because I wasn't hearing the voices anymore, until my phone rang and I saw who it was.

My father.

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goodnight xx.