"i used half of my savings and bought a house, kookie." i heard him say, his voice enthusiastic but it had a certain sadness to it. a small smile made it's way to my lips, adjusting the phone to get a better volume of his voice.

"– that's great, hyung." i replied, trying to suppress the sobs and whimpers. but clearly, jimin knows me too well, earning a sigh from the other line.

"i'm halfway there, kookie." he tells me. he didn't even need to tell me what he meant. it was like a thing for lovers— they immediately know what the other meant even when it's hella confusing. and that statement alone triggered my tears.

i cried, and cried, and cried. and he let me. "h-hyung, i miss you so much." i confessed, tears hungrily cascading down my cheeks. "please come back to me, jimin. i don't think i could take one more day without you."

"i-i'm trying, kookie." he croaks, voice breaking, as if he's also drowning in tears. the thought of him crying just made my chest feel even heavier. i've always hated seeing him cry. even just by picturing his tears, i could still feel my heart breaking in half. "i miss you too," he adds, his voice coming to a low whisper. "– so much, kookie."

"then just come back to me, hyung." but the words felt like a hopeless case, shattering my heart dearly, almost as if a hurricane came and left me wrecked and desolated, showering me nothing but mournful thoughts and sadness. "– or better yet, come take me with you." 

"i'm trying to keep things stable in here, kookie." he tells me, his voice low as he sniffs for a couple times. "i'm trying to keep myself stable." he adds.

"am i not firm enough to hold you down, hyung?" was my immed