[Jimin's POV] 

I watched Jungkook and Yoo's private interactions with each other as Yoo got ready to leave and I thought of Hyun. I wondered what he would be doing right now at this moment. The last time I had seen him, Hyun had took one look at the fans crowding around our house and at me and had left to Yoo's house. I hadn't even expected a friendly welcome, but it was such a long time since I came back home. I thought maybe he would be awkward around me, but I would be able to make it up to him. Mom would force us to use rooms together like we used to and we would solve it all out. I would let Hyun hit me a few times and I would act like it hurt. We would talk it out, lying in our own beds in the darkness of the night. And we would become normal again. But I couldn't have been more wrong. It was as if we were strangers. As if I was a visitor. But I couldn't refute that. I spent less time in that house than in the hotel room we always book in China for our concerts.

I picked at my food and sighed. Losing all the eagerness to eat, I picked up my bowl and utensils to clean up the table. On my way, my foot hit an object lying on the floor and I winced. Ouch...

I crouched down to pick it up and I realized that it was Yoo's phone. On the back, there was a picture sticker of Hyun, Kook, and her. They were all in their school uniforms with their arms across each other's shoulders and Hyun looked adorably young and happy. Yoo had the short hairstyle that