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( `for a moment, jimin was tempted to question jeongguk about what really happened. he still only picked out few vague details out of a bunch of semi-incoherent sobs, and he was curious. there was a time and place to find that stuff out though— and that definitely wasn’t right now. ) Hey— it’s cool. I mean— that’s what friends are for, right? ( `he flashes a rather cheeky smile as he helps his friend along— a brief moment passes where he wonders if his friend was hurt— but he seemed more… exhausted than hurt? yeah, that sounded about right. it was a bit awkward with someone taller than him leaning against him for support— but it wasn’t that bad. he carefully starts leading his friend up to his room, babbling along as if it would somehow help ) You know— sometimes I listen to music when I’m sad, too. Some people listen to sad songs, but I like happy songs— and sometimes I dance a ton, too— just so I can feel happy! I look kinda goofy when i do it— but I mean, it works! 

{* jeongguk falls back into a haunting silence, giving the occasional nods and hums with his fingers curling into jimin’s sleeve. he’s still distraught – that much is obvious to himself, but his face feels too puffy and swollen and he can still feel his own fingers trembling as they hold onto his friend. the younger male seeks some sort of relief in listening to the other’s words, eyes darting over to jimin’s profile every so often before targeting the floor again *} music … {* he had thrown out every page of lyrics he’s written when he was at his peak of his mental vulnerability – but now looking back, it seemed like such a waste, even if a fair amount had been about her – *} i … i write … music– k-kind of … {* it’s his attempt at holding a conversation that doesn’t have him brought on the verge of tears but it’s something to keep him distracted while jimin leads him *}