Jimin breathes out, lightly punching the bag. Turning his head to the right, his eyes fall on the door at the end of the hall, behind which he assumes Lee is at. He came on time like usual, but for some reason, today she's not here.

The door suddenly opens, a small smile making its way to Jimin's lips to greet Lee. He freezes when he notices her outfit. She walks out in skinny black jeans and a white shirt, topped with a black leather jacket that's a size or two bigger than her. It's the first time the boy sees her in something other than workout clothes, so it takes him a few seconds to take in the sight of her in something that makes her look different than the woman who spends all day punching bags.

She stops in her tracks, too, stating at him blankly. Her hair is flowing down her shoulders in long brown waves, a little messy and unkempt. That, too, is something new.

"You're here," She says in a dull tone, hands in her pocket.

"Yeah," Jimin replies almost involuntarily, still in a daze.

She walks towards the exit. "I'm busy today. Go home."

"Can't I stay?" He asks.

Lee stops at the door, thinking for a second before she glances at him. "Alright. Just turn off the lights on your way out."

And with that, she walks out, leaving Jimin alone. Sighing in disappointment, he pushes the bag slowly again. He really was looking forward to practice. Not to mention that he is in an oddly good mood, but something about her voice and the way she looked makes Jimin worried. Maybe he is overthinking, but he really saw something different in her eyes this time, almost like sadness. Or lonilness maybe? He just hopes she's fine wherever she is right now.

It's dark when Lee comes back, feet stumbling on each other on her way in. She stops at the sight of Jimin, chest heaving up and down in heavy breaths and body covered in sweat. His damp locks stick to his forehead, and he gives a small smile.

"Hey," He says.

"You're still here," She says, taking slow steps to the door at the end of the hall.

Stumbling once again, she drops midway, hand on her head as she mutters out a curse.

"Are you drunk?" Jimin asks, his voice laced with worry.

Lee carefully sits down on the floor, back leaning on the wall. "Good observation skills."

Taking off his boxing gloves, Jimin puts them aside and walks to her, sitting down beside her. It takes him a few minutes to think of what to say, and right before he opens his mouth, Lee beats him to it.

"Today's his death anniversary," She says in a low hoarse voice.

Jimin's eyes soften, fixing his eyes on her. Her hair is much more messier now, and her jacket is sliding off her shoulder.

"Whose?" He asks.

"Hoseok's," She replies, pulling her legs closer and taking off her sneakers.

Jimin watches as she throws the pair away, stretching out her legs after that.

"Who's Hoseok?" He asks.

"A dead guy, duh," She chuckles bitterly, leaning forward and burying her head in her hands.

Jimin bites his lip. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She shrugs in response, stretching her arms over her head before she takes off her jacket and holds it at an arm distance, staring at it.

"This is his," She says, tilting her head to one side, "My brother thinks I'm stupid for keeping it."

Jimin smiles, pulling his legs closer and settling his folded arms on his knees. "I didn't you had a brother."

She nods, putting down the jacket on her lap. "There are lots of things you don't know about me, kid."

"Mind sharing?"

She shakes her head. "I ain't telling you sh*t."

He chuckles. "I tell you a lot, though. It's only fair if you tell me a thing or two."

"Sounds like your problem," She retorts, "It's late. Go home."

Jimin frowns, leaning his head on his arms. "I don't want to. Let's talk."

"And I thought only girls loved gossiping."

"It's not gossiping. I like having deep conversations."

"Bet you don't get much of those."

"Because you're not letting me."

Lee looks at him, eyes narrowing. "You're taking advantage of my drunkenness."

He shrugs. "Well, it's working isn't it?"

She looks away, and Jimin smiles.

"So what's your biggest secret?" He asks in a low voice, almost a whisper.

"My name is not Lee," She whispers back.

"That's not a secret," He replies, "It's pretty obvious."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Then, I killed a man."

Jimin stiffens, the smile on his face falling. He gulps, licking his lips.

"Like literally killed a man?" He asks.

"Not literally," She replies, pulling her knees to her chest and hugging them, "But I'm playing a big role in his death."

She shakes her head, letting out a laugh and grabbing her hair. "I'm the reason why he's dead and I can't get over it."

She looks up at Jimin, taking him by surprise when he sees tears in her eyes.

"Sometimes I forget about it but it's there. This persistent guilt," Her voice cracks, "I can't forget him and I can't forget what I've done to him."

Jimin's heart breaks a little, and for the first time in a very long time he doesn't know what to do. What should he say? He doesn't even understand her. And he's scared of touching her, and he doesn't know whether it's because she's intimidating, or because she's too vulnerable right now he's afraid he'll break her if he does. It's almost as if it's not her.

"Taehyung hates me for it," She adds, blinking away her tears, "And I can't blame him. Joon keeps on saying thatㅡ"

"Taehyung who?" He cuts her off.

Lee blinks, averting her gaze to him. "What?"

"You said Taehyung," He says, his expression now a little more serious, "Who's Taehyung?"

"Taehyung... " She trails off, staring into blank space. "That Taehyung. The rich kid with the big mouth."

"Kim Taehyung?"

"Probably." She stretches her legs, clutching the leather jacket.

"Where do you know him from?" He asks.

Holding the wall for support with a hand and the jacket with another, Lee stands up, looking down at Jimin.

"It's late. Go home."