✨MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ✨|| JIKOOK

38.

JIMIN POV

I can't get over the sight of
Guk looking at us from his bedroom window.

It's kept me distracted during
my walk with Jungkook, even though I've tried not to let
it show.

When Jungkook has to go back inside for a conference call,
I make up my mind to go to Guk's room.

We've avoided each other for
a week and even though I've hated not being able to talk
to him, I've wanted to respect
his space and let him figure things out on his own.

But the way he looked up
in that window, so sad and
so alone leaves me with no
other choice.

I'm not going to stand by
while he wastes away in there, thinking he doesn't have
anyone who will listen to him.

I'm going to be his friend whether he wants me to or
not. Sometimes, that's what being a friend is all about.

I walk back into the house after Jungkook and take the stairs
up to the second floor.

I hesitate for a moment on
the landing.

Am I sure this is a good idea?

Yeah. Pretty sure.

Even if he refuses to see me,
I'll feel worse if I don't even
try.

Determined I'm doing what's best for both of us, I march
down the hallway to his door
and give a forceful knock.

"Go away, please." Guk's
voice calls from the other
side of the door.

At least he said please.

"Guk, it's Jimin." I try to keep
my tone neutral but direct.

"Will you please open the
door so we can talk?"

"I don't feel like talking right now." he answers.

That's fine.

That's the answer I expected, after all. Except I'm not
going away that easily.

"Well, I understand that." I
say.

"But I do feel like talking right now and I feel like you owe me at least a conversation after
what happened last week."

I hadn't planned on playing
that card but it might be the
only way to get him to open
the door.

I don't mind acting like the
bad cop right now if it gets
me in front of him.

I can always switch to good
cop after that.

At least a minute passes
with no reply.

I raise my hand to knock
again but the door opens at
that moment and he's
standing there in front of me.

My hand drops back down to
my side and I fight the urge
to hug him.

He looks even worse up close.

He's still wearing his pajamas even though it's almost noon
but at least I don't smell any alcohol, That's a step in the
right direction.

Maybe we can actually have
a clear-headed, adult conversation.

Hopefully.

"May I come in?" I ask, still keeping my hands to myself.

Don't hug him.

Don't touch him.

Just talk for now.

That's what he needs.