"Jimin-a what is it?" I asked him with a bit of desperation sob stuck in my throat. I nearly cried. "Jimin-a look at me!", I turned his body to face me. My trembling hand gripped his shoulders tightly. It felt like he'd dissapear if I let go. "Is it something I said? Something I did? If it is, I'm sorry. Whatever it is, I didn't mean it. Please don't do this!" I panicked and started to blurted out my words randomly. I could feel my eyes were stinging with tears. I looked desperately into his avoiding eyes, searching for some answers. And when he finaly looked at me, I really wish he avoided my eyes forever. It was written there in his eyes. It was over.

"Noona, I'm sorry.." He said it with a pair of teary eyes. Looking at his eyes, my hand fell down lifelessly. My tears started to fall down hard. I didn't even sob. It really was over.

"Arasseo, Jimin-a.. Noona is sorry.." I tried to put a smile on my trembling lips. Then I turned around and left the room. When the door closed behind me, I could hear his fist hit the wall furiously. He let out a painful groan with each punch he made. I really wanted to go back there again, to stop him, hug him and tell him everything's gonna be alright. But I couldn't. I shouldn't. Feeling frustrated, I blocked my ears with my hands and ran away. 

***

There is one thing that Jimin and I have in common. It is to protect. We tend to do anything to protect someone that we love. Even if it means that we have to hurt ourselves.

And today, we protect.

And it hurts like hell.