It's been two week since the meeting with the woman. Two weeks since Jimin's life had been turned upside down.

He felt like a teenager all over again as he carried in groceries for his mother into the house. He set them down on the counter and began removing the items from the bag, all the while his mother stared at him doing so.

"I'm very happy you decided to come visit us Jiminie but haven't you been here too long?" she asked as she took the tomatoes from his hand. Jimin turned to her and gave her a small smile, "No Eomma, it's not."

"Eomma! Why are you trying to chase away Hyung!" his brother walked in yelling, clearly he'd been eavesdropping. "He rarely comes visit since he moved away, don't make him go away again!"

"Jihyun lower your voice!" she yelled back but not in such a scolding manner. Jimin chuckled a little at his little brother who took a bite of apple while staring at his mother quite angrily. "Jihyun why don't we go out for ice cream?" Jimin asked out of the blue, he really didn't mean for the words to leave his mouth but he wouldn't mind spending some time with his younger sibling.

"Yes!" he said with his mouth full, the juice of the apple spurting from his mouth. He took one last bite and through the mostly full apple in the trash can.

"Jihyun!" his mother yelled, again the boy shrugged it off. Jimin excused himself to go change so that they could leave and headed up to his childhood room where he was staying during his long visit. He closed the door shut and fell back on the bed. He let the tears he'd been holding in all afternoon flow down his cheeks. He lied there, his hands on his face as he tried to shield his crying face from nothing. He just sobbed quietly until he heard a creak.

"Hyung?"

Jimin quickly wiped his tears and sniffed. "Yeah?" he asked softly, his hands still covering his face. His brother didn't respond though, he could hear him getting closer with every creak of the wooden floor beneath them. Eventually the bed dipped slightly and his brother's hand took hold of his arm.

"What really happened?" the younger boy asked as he forced Jimin's hands away from his red puffy eyes. Through one eye he stared at the younger boy who looked just like him, he smiled at him.

"I'm fine Ji-"

"No you're not Hyung, tell me what's wrong?" the boy insisted, his tone much more demanding now. Jimin stood back and closed the door shut. He reached over to his desk where his cellphone lied and sat besides him. "See him?" he handed the phone to Jihyun. On the screen was displayed a photo of him and Yoongi, one of the many that Hyuna had forced them to take on their outing together. Jihyun stared at the photo of the man, "Whose he?"

"Who do you think?" Jimin turned to his brother and grinned, he patiently awaited an answer from the quiet boy.

"The reason your here crying?" Jihyun finally answered, he stared at his brother with a hurt expression. Jimin chuckled and shook his head, "Not necessary."He went on to explaining the teenager everything that had happened between the two, of course leaving out certain things. The boy listened closely to the stories his brother had to tell.

***

"So his mom made you come here...not because you wanted to?" Jihyun said, that was the conclusion come to once hearing his brother's entire dilema. Jimin smiled, "No idiot, I was going to come see you guys some time soon. I was think of bring Yoongi too, maybe some other time..."

"So we will meet him?" Jihyun looked at him. Jimin shrugged, even he wasn't sure. There wasn't sure what he knew or did not know anymore all thanks to that woman. He put down his phone and stood up.

"Let me change would you, I'll be down soon." Jimin said. Jihyun didn't fight him unlike when they lived together. He left the room without a fight and shut the door behind himself. Jimin let himself fall back on the bed.

"I miss you..." he muttered as he stared at the wallpaper of his phone. He smiled at the photo of the sleeping male, it was the best one he had of him. In all the other ones he knew he was being photograph so he purposely made an ugly face or would turn away from the camera.

"A lot..."

He tried blinking away the forming tears but all that did was let them fall again. He didn't cover his face nor did he try to wipe them away this time. He let them flow down his face knowing that Yoongi was not there to wipe them away. He let them fall knowing no one would be there to wipe them, knowing he was alone from here on out.

~'~'~'

This is a little shorter than usual sorrrrrry.

Hope you enjoyed!

{Ciel1l}