Jimin had always waited for him to come home, regardless of how late it was. He refused to go to sleep unless every member of the household - what he considered his family - was safely tucked away in bed. He was like a mother figure to everyone, and was always looking after everyone but himself.
A pinch of guilt made his eyes sadden suddenly. He had made him worry way too many times to count, but yet he would always forgive him. Somehow he always managed to hurt him in one way or another, but he continued to receive him with open arms.
Always...
He had always watched over him. He had always been there to pick up after his mistakes... to pick up the broken pieces of his life and put them back together. He was the only one who really knew him better, even better than he knew himself.