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Jimin sits on his porch, sipping some water as he sits in his rocking chair.

The earlier conversation plays on repeat in his head, the image of Jungkook sobbing as Jimin held him etched into his mind. Every time he blinks, he sees the guilt swimming in the young police officer's eyes. The pain he knew Evelyn was feeling reaches deeper than he anticipated. She lost the love of her life and she can't look at her brother as anything more than her husband's murderer.

He recalls all of the strange behavior he's been witnessing from her, and it all makes sense now.

She couldn't drag her trash can to the end of her driveway because Hoseok would do it for her.
She dug up the garden that she spent hours handcrafting with Hoseok.

She screamed at nothing and everything that night. Not because she was scared of something, but because she was angry.

She was mourning.

She was screaming for him.

Jimin knows that this is something far out of his reach. There is no way he can be there for Evelyn as a friend, especially because she treats her own brother as though he is a stranger.

To her, Jimin is an actual stranger. She has no reason to trust him. She has no reason to rely on him.

He runs a hand through his hair, hating that he feels so useless. He sees the pain in Evelyn's eyes; he sees the desperation for forgiveness in Jungkook's. The two are so lost without the other and without Hoseok, and Jimin can do nothing to ease that ache at all.

Almost robotically, he stands and grabs his trash can, remembering that the garbage truck will come tomorrow morning. After his trash can is set at the end of his driveway, he spots Evelyn's still sitting next to her house.

He jogs over, being careful to stay quiet, and he pulls her trash can to the end of her own driveway, making sure that she has at least one less thing to worry about.

He makes his way back to his own house, standing at the front door with his hand on the knob. He sighs and turns to look over his shoulder at Evelyn's living room window.

He sees her doing her usual routine of dancing by herself in her living room, only the light of a lone candle lighting the otherwise dark room. He can only make out her silhouette as she twirls around the small space, and he wonders if he will ever come to understand why she does this every night.

After another long breath leaves his lungs, Jimin turns and goes inside his house, his heart heavy and his spirit broken.