Only for One [ON HOLD DUE TO HEALTH ISSUES]

Don't Leave Me

!Warning: mention of depression and suicide. You have been warned, please read with caution and at your own risk.!

Jimin's POV

A strong feeling of soreness awakes me. I toss and turn around, trying to explain the unfamiliarity with my own bed.
Was it always so soft? Was its sheet always so fluffy, thick, clean and full of a very familiar scent? Opening an eye, I find a furry light mint pillow in front of me, blankets with the same exact soft material and color cover my body. It confuses me more, did I buy such cozy sheet for my bed? If so, when? Was my bed this big int he first place?

W-what the hell... I rise my head from the cozy pillow and eye around to orientate myself. I achieve it when I recognize the photos on the nightstand. Oh, this is noona's bed....

With a soft smile I let my head fall back into the pillow. That's why I smelled the very familiar scent, it's Y/n-noona's bed.
....
Y/N-NIM'S BED?!

I immediately jump up, realizing where I am, fully. For the sudden raise, I fell off of the bed but I didn't even feel the fall, my mind is running wild and I don't have any control over it. Hundred of questions fly in my mind, what happened after I got in the cab with noona? Where did she sleep if I had her bed, but most importantly, did she actually sleep or she watched over me the whole night?

"W-where is she?" gulping, I stand catching a white note on the nightstand.

I am at the grocery store. If you wake up, feel free to take a warm shower or a bath and use my clothes if you want to change the ones you already have. I'll be back before lunch, Y/n.

There's no way I can wear her clothes, but it's also true that I don't want to take a shower and wear dirty clothes... I'll wait for her to be back and ask her what's her oldest or the most ruined piece of clothing in her wardrobe.
I go out of the bedroom and I find the couch with blankets, a lot of papers and a laptop still running on the coffee table.

"A melody?" I curiously peek at the digital composition in the screen. I want to listen to it, but I shouldn't. I won't click play, but that doesn't mean that he can't image the beat basing from the lines on the screen.
Ok ,I tried but it's too hard, if I don't hear the sound, I can't even image what type of song is that.

Watching around a bit better, I decide to go back to bed. I feel bad to use the tools in the house without the owner's permission, especially if it's a woman. All I have to do is to wait for noona and I can ask what I need, I just need to hear an approval, I can't bring myself to do like Tae who just claims what he's doing to noona and not even bothering to ask first.

That kid really grew close to noona. Is it really for just a song? What really happened in the beach? I'm not dumb, he cannot be so close to her just talking about dogs and animals in general. Kookie seems to be less shy with her and more straightforward in his requests too... What am I missing here?

Walking to the bed, I accidentally hit the desk with my hip and after cursing for the impact, I curse again because I made all the books and notes fall on the ground. Aish, what a mess I did. Noona likes to have all her stuff well ordered... how I fix this now?

While I pick the items up, I see a ruined notebook, and it's strangely big. Examined it better, I find out that it's so big because it's not a notebook, but more notebooks glued together to form one.

I really didn't mean to open it, but now that my eyes are on those black lines, I cannot look away. So many sentences in a single page, the lines are so close to each other and the calligraphy is quite small, which makes the page look like an antique piece of art.
It's noona's diary, fully written in English.