“Jimin?” Yoongi asked, as I rushed into him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist crying.
“Jimmin what’s wrong?” Yoongi led me inside, and down to his bedroom, and then sat me down on his bed.
“M-M-My p-parents and l-little brother D-D-Daesun….”I choked on my words, as their memories flooded my mind. Yoongi lightly stroked my hair, and held me tightly against his body.
“Just breathe Jimin…Relax. Tell me what happened.” I pushed myself closer to him, and slowly began to calm down.
“My p-parents and D-Daesun…T-They…They d-died in a p-plane c-c-crash.” I began to cry again, and Yoongi pulled me closer.
“Sh. It’s okay. I got you Jimin. You’ll be okay.” I sniffled and nodded weakly, my chest and head pounding like crazy. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” Yoongi asked softly, and I nodded.