I searched for Jimin's name on my contacts , glancing at an anxious and broken yoongi then to my phone then to him again. This is hopeless. It hurts to see him like this. "Hyung—"

"On the second thought dont call him" he looked at me and scratched his nape nervously.

"Okay" I complied with his request and sat down on the couch opposite to him

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting down?"

"Sit down here next to me , I'm cold. Your house is cold." As cold as my heart.