Jimin felt miserable.

He felt like an empty shell floating around withouth soul.

It was his first time feeling so empty, feeling so………...dead.

He felt useless, he felt weak.

He was the oldest one right now and he was supposed to take care of his younger ones but…

He couldn’t.

It was as if his whole body and mind had shut down at the news of Hoseok.

It was crazy how it took him so many days to get over the shock, he had really wanted to pretend this was all a bad dream, that this was all nightmare to which he’d soon wake up and forget.

Joseok, the threat, the resolve.

All of it.

He just wanted to forget everything.

But, how could he?

He couldn’t, not now that he could see Hoseok’s face laid out in an isolated room with lots of tubing’s attached to his body.

He looked in pain.

He looked plain.

He looked …...dead.

It was a poisonous cycle he knew, but Jimin couldn’t help but go back to the worst-case scenario especially when he couldn’t reach him, couldn’t talk to him, couldn’t feel him. He really wanted to confront him, he really to be mad at him, maybe hit him a little ,but most importantly he wanted to hold him.

He wanted to hug the one person who had filled their lives with so much happiness, he wanted to love his one and only sunshine.