Jimin sobs quietly, his shaky hands reaching for the best bottle, when he puts it to his lips he realises that it's empty.

A sudden surge of anger rushes over him, taking over him, as he lifts the bottle above his head and smashes it at the wall.

Jimin gets up and walks to the fridge picking up all the remaining bottles of beer as he walks back to the sofa and resumes his spot on the ground.

It was afternoon now, he envied the sounds of the birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the wind.

Because, time didn't wait for him. Time went on, life went on.

Everyone was moving, but Jimin was stationary.

Jimin was once again, all alone, with only bottles of beer as his source of happiness.