"friends" - a yoonmin ff ENG

Pabo.

"Jimin?"

I stop walking as soon as we reach the entrance and step outside. He seems stiff and frozen right on the spot. I don't care. I raise our entangled hands and look him right in the eye. 

"Is this what it's all about? Does this bother you so much?"

He blinks in confusion. Aish! How can someone be so good looking and stupid at the same time?! I reach for his other hand.

"Jimin, if this is bothering you so much, why don't you just say so? I'm asking again: Does this bother you, Park Jimin?"

He swallows hard and shakes his head a tiny little bit.

"Are you concerned about what others will think?"

Boom. 
His eyes widen in shock. So that's what it is then. I let out a frustrating groan before letting go of his hands. Well, once I'm at it...

"Are you gay by any chance?"

He chockes, but turns to give me a supposedly evil glare, which only results in him pouting and blushing like a madman. I chuckle.

"Jimin, seriously, you gotta stop being so cute."

Fuck.

"W-what?"

FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!

"Yoon...gi?"

I avert my gaze and scratch the nape of my neck - a nervous habit. Aish, seriously! I already fucked up, so why not be honest about it? I bury my hands into the pockets of my jeans while confidently locking eyes with him. 

"Seriously? No. I don't mind you holding my hand while daydreaming. I don't care about the skinship at all. Somehow you're one of the only people I feel comfortable with. So I honestly don't care about other people's opinions or some stupid rumors. I think it's cute. You're cute. But... you know what seriously pisses me off?"

He averts his gaze to the ground. "... that I'm gay?"

I raise his chin up and raise furrow my eyebrows. 

"No, Jimin. I don't fucking care if you're gay, bi, pan, asexual, trans or a freaking het! Just be your -fucking- self! Aish! But that's not it."

I now cup his face with my hands so he definately won't be able to avoid looking at me. I take a deep breath before choosing the next words rather carefully. 

"Jimin-ah, please talk to someone about your problems. I know we don't know each other, and - fuck - I don't even know how to express my freaking feelings, but... but please talk to someone. Your fakesmile is hurting the people who deeply care about you. Especially Tae and Kook want you to feel better but they just don't know what to do. All they can do, is watch you getting worse. Geez, they're scared, Jiminie Pabo, can't you see that?!"

My voice cracks and I can't talk any further. A silent tear runs down his left cheek and he slowly but firmly holds on to the side of my sweater. My whole body shivers. Silent tears are the worst. 

Shit. This small little bean is beyond broken. 

I slowly lift my thumb to wipe the tear off his cheek when I notice his lower lip quivering. Not a second later a horrible sob leaves his chest, which is making my heart ache. Srew this scinship-shit. I can't hold back anymore!

I plant a short kiss on his forehead before pulling him into a tight hug. He instantly puts his arms around my neck and buries his face in the crook of my neck. I rock our bodies from side to side while caressing his back up and down his spine. He's full-on sobbing now. 

"Hyung... I- I just f- feel s- so alone."

Fuck. I swear, I haven't cried in so long... yet I can feel a single tear running down my cheek. I literally feel his pain. He's not alone. He'll never be alone. I simply won't let him. Even though I barely know the boy, I desperately want to be there for him.

"Believe me, Jiminie. You're not alone. You're never alone. Not anymore."