"You know,” Jimin hears her sister starts, “there is still hope, Jiminie. You know you don’t have to go through this alone.” The younger girl clenched her jaw. “Unnie, don’t start-”

“Jimin, it’s not too late. I know she will accept you back,”

“Unnie, let’s not talk about this,”

“How long has it been?” Jimin groans. It’s not really the type of topic she wants to talk about today, “wait…I think it's been more than 6? 10?”

“It’s been a year,” Jimin murmured. “What? I couldn’t hear you,” She sighs before repeating. Louder this time, “it’s…been a year.”