Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
Ahh... I think we can all agree it's time for some 'action' again:
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He did fall asleep, but only because I gave him some sleeping pills to calm him.
He had not stopped talking to himself. Had not even noticed me tugging him into bed, changing him into his pyjamas, hugging him, telling him all would be well.
Perhaps he hadn't listened because I was doubting it myself.
I had never seen Jimin like this. This broken, this sad, this lost. I didn't know what else to do.
He slept in my arms then, while I watched over him. While I held him close and cried quietly and then slowly, with every breath, I pulled myself together. Made myself strong for him. He needed me now. Needed me to be the strong one and I would be.
I kept watch over him, made sure his heart beat steadily, his breathing calm and his eyes closed. And I kept watching, even as the sun rose again.
I wasn't tired. Couldn't even think of sleeping.
My heart skipped several beats when I felt him stir in my embrace. When his breathing sped up a little and his eyelids fluttered.
I was afraid of the Jimin I would meet, but I pushed it down. It wouldn't matter. He would still be my Jimin.
