Break The Silence

12 September 2012:

Jimin woke up with a jerk, as Mr. Park roughly pulled the car to the side of the lonely street, dimly lit with the street lamps. Sitting at the backseat of the car, he groaned lightly, languidly stretching his body.

"Did we arrive our new home?" Jimin asked.

Mr. And Mrs. Park both avoided him, they let themselves stepped out of the car.

Embarrassed, Jimin diverted his attention to the two story building, surrounded by the small front yard.

"Are you going to stay here?" Mrs. Park scolded. "Come out before anyone see us." She said.

Jimin pushed the door opened and emerged out of the car, "We're going to live here, why we need to hide?" He muttered.

Mr. Park glared at him, "Not everyone moved in their houses like criminals at night, people would find us crazy." He said, his eyes spilling fire for Jimin.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of me." Jimin apologized.

"Your sorry can't change anything." Mrs. Park interrupted, she gave a venomous look to Jimin, then retrieved towards their new home.

For a moment, Jimin stood by the car, watching his parents walk inside. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as the anger pierced him to the core.

Their hateful gazes stabbed his heart like a sharp knife, yet he hoped that his parents would call him. But they didn't. Mr. and Mrs. Park left him standing there, alone.

Jimin exhaled a long breath, walking through the destroyed front yard, that seemed like a graveyard of writhed daffodils and jasmine, he marched towards the porch.

As soon as Jimin walked up through the small pair of steps, a sharp gust of wind caressed his back, as if someone crossed him in speed.

Jimin swallowed a lump formed in his throat, Petrified he slowly turned back, his eyes widened through the fear, as he scanned the surroundings, but nobody loomed to his sight, besides the lonesome darkness.

"Park Jimin." A slow whisper echoed in his ears.

His heart thudded loudly in his chest as he flinched, jerking his shoulders impulsively. His hands trembled slightly as he rubbed at his ears, trying to shake off the strange tingling sensation.

"Was it his imagination? Or had someone really called his name?" Jimin thought.

"I won't open the door, if I shut it once." Mrs. Park scolded in a fit of anger.

Jimin helplessly looked at her, he parted his lips to speak, but Mrs. Park turned back. Without waisting any further time Jimin quickly stepped inside.

It was a small but cozy house. A living room fashioned with comfortable looking couches and a small coffee table sitting on a faded rug. LED screen mounted on a wall, a kitchen attached with the living room, separated only by a small counter.

Boxes were scattered across the floor, as Mr. Park had secretly moved all their essential belongings into the new house a few days earlier, so that they could avoid any unnecessary media attention.

"I don't think we need to buy anything else." Said Mr. Park, as he settled himself on the couch.

"That's not my concern." Mrs. Park replied, "The fact is Jisun is not with us, even though it's been a year since we lost him, but...but I still feel, like he would come from anywhere and call me." Her voice trembled, as she sat over the couch besides Mr. Park.

Mr. Park exhaled a long breath, "We have to move on, that's why we shifted here, far away from Busan to start a new life." Mr. Park comforted.

Mrs. Park cupped her face, she busted out in a loud cry. Jimin couldn't see her pain, he hesitantly headed towards the couch and softly squeezed her hands.

"Eomma! Don't cry." He said in a low tone.

"Don't dare to touch me." Mrs. Park shouted, pushing his hands away. " Don't pretend like you did nothing." She said, sobbing agonizingly, "I lost my Jisun because of you."

"Minyoung-ah let's stop talking about him." Mr. Park said in annoyance.

Jimin froze at his spot, her words hit him like a slap. His throat tightened as he tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill. He looked at his mother, her face contorted with grief and anger, and then at his father, who looked angry.

"Go upstair to your room, leave us alone." Mr. Park said in a cold voice, "And don't show us your face unnecessarily."

Jimin clenched his fists, the weight of guilt pressing down on him like a crushing wave. He wanted to say something, to defend himself, but the lump in his throat made it impossible. Instead, he silently turned back and walked up to the stairs.