JinMin | Our Night to Your Night (Prequel)✔️

Eleven

  Jimin could not leave his house. He couldn't even get out of his bed, for that matter. After he had left his hometown, which he knew he shouldn't have visited, something had shifted within him.

  He felt so, so drained. Everything inside of him felt unlively, minus being dead. He couldn't feel anymore. Laying in bed for days, not taking care of himself, not once even attempting to contact his friends. He had lost himself. There was a maze; one that Jimin couldn't find his way out of. One that he was falling in, imprisoned, aching, trapped in it forever, it seemed like.

  Simple things like washing off, feeding, speaking— Jimin is a talkative person. Evidently, not as of now, because those things were now hard to do. Unlike much of his life that was rounded to protect and heal others, Jimin felt like he needed healing for once.

  He missed his family.

  His mother, who used to sing him to sleep. She would always brag about Jimin to all of her friends. Her son was such a handsome, cheerful little guy. Her son was going to protect them. He was going to be a good man.

  His father, who, just like his mother, always knew that Jimin was made to heal other people. Always knew that their boy was going to be strong and would raise a beautiful family, and he would be so good to them, just like his father was good to his family. Jimin's father was always so kind. Very attentive.

  And his brother.

  God, Jimin misses his little brother.

  When he was born, Jimin was so excited to have someone to play with. And his mother was excited as well, knowing that her little one was going to love Jimin. You can't not love Jimin. Sure enough, they got along so well, playing, caring for one another. They were all a perfect little family.

  How did it all go so wrong?

  Jimin was supposed to grow. He was supposed to heal— which, he is a doctor, but he wasn't supposed to be wanting to kill so much just to feed, even when he's not hungry. Jimin was supposed to support his own family. He was meant to grow old. Jimin should've died years and years ago, like his own family.

  His family is dead.

  And he didn't say goodbye.

  Jimin rolled over in his bed, the tears no longer a problem. Those died off weeks ago. After all, he could no longer feel. Everything boiled down to feeling useless.

  Why was he destined to be a bloodsucker? Jimin didn't ask for that. If he had the choice, no, he would not have chosen this path, even if it had brought him great friends and had led him to meet Seokjin.

  Seokjin.

  It was poor. Jimin hadn't even spoken to him. They hadn't even seen each other. Not even the painting that they had; Seokjin had kept the painting because Jimin had told him that they could have plenty more made later.

  It isn't fair, Jimin knows.

  Seokjin doesn't deserve a person who doesn't even try to see him. Jimin doesn't deserve anything, having left him in the cold. He hadn't even told Seokjin how he was feeling. He didn't want to. He can't seem weak, even though he's never felt weaker in his life. He doesn't want Seokjin to know he's this way, having disgusting thoughts, not even treating his own body like anything except for trash.

  Jimin hates being stuck like this.

  He misses Seokjin. He misses his friends. Hell, he misses Taehyung, too. Taehyung seemed to have been caught in a slump as well, but at least he had managed to eventually get out of bed. When will Jimin be able to do that? How much longer until he's okay?

——

   "He no longer wants me," Seokjin grumbled into the table. "Why? What did I do?"

  He was lazed around the house recently, simply complaining to his friends any chance he had. Hoseok would give him sorry looks, but Namjoon would sit next to him and listen, just like he is right now, hand on Seokjin's back and an optimistic look in his eyes.

  "You don't know that."

  "I do," he frowned up at Namjoon. "Namjoon-ah, there was another man in the city," he explained. He was so sure that something odd was up with that guy, but now he thinks he knows. It was so clear before, the way Jimin panicked, the way the other man looked at him. "He has moved on from me, Joon."

  Namjoon uttered out a tsk in disapproval. "But he liked you so much, hyung." He also slumped onto the dining table with Jin. He put his chin in his hand and elbow on the table. "What do you mean another man? Did you catch him with someone else?"

  "Well, no," Seokjin muttered. "This man knew him, though. He seemed pissed when he saw me with Jimin, and Jimin hurried us away from him. After, I've not heard from Jimin in weeks. What else could that perhaps mean? He must have found someone else, yes? The man must have meant more than I."

  "But..."

  "There are no buts," Seokjin sighed. "Unless something terrible has happened to him that he hasn't come here in weeks, I'm afraid Jimin has let go of me for a purpose. Right?"

  Namjoon's head fell in defeat. "But what about you? Will you be sad?"

  Of course. He is sad.

  Jimin is so, so perfect in so many ways. Seokjin had thought that when he first met Jimin, finding a stranger in distress. He was beautiful and he was shy at first, timid. But Seokjin was in no rush to be with anyone. Jimin wouldn't want him anyways.

  Wrong.

Well, not anymore. At least Seokjin wasn't wrong about that one. He should've known that it was going to end this way.

  Of course, there are better people than Seokjin in this world, but he was so convinced that Jimin honestly liked him. Had he known that Jimin was going to move on so quickly and choose someone else over him, he would have never let himself be so delusional, thinking such a beautiful person would want him. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that now it feels bitter, having to let Jimin go.

  "I'll be just fine."

  That's what he hopes, at least.

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