"Mom I hate it here".

"I know Jimin..just 4 more years okay honey"?

Smiling a bit Jimin looked up at his mom.

"How's jin young doing"?

"He's growing up well. He misses you a lot..." Holding Jimin's hand his mother slipped something into his palm.

"Bye Jimin. Remember we love you".
Kissing her angel on the forehead Jimin's mother left.

Rooming through the halls of the hell hole Jimin came across a portrait.

It was a women a man and a young boy. Seeing as it was probably Jeongguk's family Jimin took a closer look. There. Was another child. Blinking a few times to make sure Jimin wasn't looking at the picture wrong. No there was another child.

Jimin was sure of it. Walking a bit faster then usual to his room Jimin stood there looking at the door.

A million questions going through his head. Does Jeongguk know? Where's his mother? Is the baby dead?

Storming through the doors Jimin was comforted by the cold wind. Sitting next to the giant glass window Jimin looked. Slowly opening his palm to see what his mother gave him.

Writers block is the worst :/