The water from the faucet drips into the sink- once, twice, pause;

Again.

He stares up at the ceiling. He can hear birds chirping outside, he can hear the sound of the fridge running, the sound of something shifting.

He instead looks at the yellow and green cactus in his window, the way the sunlight is touching it through the glass.

His heart beats softly.

He rubs his eyes, clears his throat, sits up a little as his stomach growls loudly- he hasn't eaten in a long while.

He wonders if things can still change, if they can be different. He wonders what Yoongi will say after the time he needs is up, but he doesn't have high hopes. In fact, he's already given up.

He sees the specks of dust floating through he air. He sees the ray of sunlight coming through his window. He sees the photo he keeps of his friends.

He's so careless, impatient, so naive. He loves too much, falls in love too easily to be healthy.

He isn't happy. Not with this, not with himself.

Park Jimin is unsure again; unsure of what to do, what to feel, what to think.

He's just... unsure.

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