"jimin?", his father said gently. jimin was currently in his room, lying on his bed with the door locked.
jimin didn't answer.
his father sighed, the sigh filled with exhaustion.
"jimin." he repeated, much louder this time.
"what?" jimin asked, voice raspy.
"come done for dinner." his father said, not repeating the sentence after he realised that jimin had ignored him.
jimin didn't have dinner that night.
