JinMin | Our Night to Your Night (Prequel)✔️

Twelve

   It was late in the evening when Jimin heard a knock on his door. There weren't many people who knew where he lived, so he was going to ignore the knocking, but his gut feeling screamed Kim Seokjin is here for you.

  He decided to force himself out of bed to answer the door. He knew good and well that if he didn't, that Taehyung sure as hell wasn't going to get up to open it either.

  It was so burdensome to have to get out of bed. Thankfully, he had finally washed himself off yesterday— Taehyung told him to get up off his ass and do something. He had also forced Jimin to feed a few days ago. If not for Taehyung, he'd be a mess.

  He ruffled his hair out, hoping he looked decent enough to finally go face-to-face with what he feared; this conversation.

  As he opened the front door to his house, he was ready to explain everything. No, he wasn't. He couldn't even understand what he was feeling. He didn't know what it was. How could he possibly explain to anyone else?

  Seokjin was as good-looking as ever. He never seemed to be down, ever. Jimin envied him because of that. How can a person constantly be so lively all the time? Doesn't he ever feel down, like Jimin and Taehyung had?

  "Jimin-ah." Jin sounded stern, then, however. Like it was time to be serious.

  "Hyung," Jimin's voice was low. Lower than usual, at least. He didn't want to appear so unhappy in front of Seokjin. If Seokjin saw that he was weak, it would only make this worse. Would only make him break down. "Come in, hyung." He opened the door wider.

  Seokjin waved him off. "Sorry. I don't think that's necessary today, Jimin."

  It was the tone in Seokjin's voice that made Jimin freeze. He held onto the door tighter. "Hyung, what are you saying?"

  Jin's smile was soft, reassuring. He reached for Jimin's hand, the younger swallowing hard. He knew what was coming, though he didn't want it to. It would be best to take time for himself, though. Jimin had even thought about ending everything, but he hadn't taken action in doing so. He couldn't. Not when Seokjin was there. Not when he knew someone was his and he'd eventually get over himself.

  It would only be reasonable to take time for himself, but in what way is it happening? Is Seokjin leaving him because he hasn't seen him in weeks? Is he here to tell Jimin that he's found someone else? Here to try and get Jimin to talk— to finally be his again? How exactly is this conversation going to go?

  After all, it felt like they had already lost each other somewhere along the way. Seeing Seokjin after weeks felt so unreal. He looked no different, but even so, it seemed like he should. Seemed like something had changed, even if it wasn't Seokjin's appearance.

Maybe the air was just thicker.

  Jimin squeezed his hand tight.

  "I don't want things to end this way," the younger whispered, his voice nearly breaking as he looked into his lover's eyes.

  Seokjin's warm smile fell. "Don't worry, Jimin-ah. I get it," he told him.

  Does he get it? Does he understand how Jimin feels right now? Then why didn't he just come here to try and comfort him instead of leaving him— that is what he's doing, right? They could end things on a much better note, then, right? If he really did get it. He doesn't get it.

  "I-I'm sorry, hyung."

  Seokjin shook his head, then pulled Jimin in closer, into his arms. A sudden lump in Jimin's throat formed. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want Seokjin to leave him, though. Why is he leaving him if he 'knows' he's unhappy?

  "Don't worry," Seokjin whispered as Jimin nuzzled into his neck, tears daring to fall. "I've fallen out of love with you, Jimin."

  At those words, Jimin's body did freeze. He was tight under Seokjin's hold. It was unwanted, the way his tears started falling down his cheeks. He gripped tightly onto the fabric covering Seokjin's back, then jerked the older away from him, away from the hug.

  "You what?"

  He frantically wiped his tears away, his lips parted and nearly quivering as he stared at him. That wasn't what he was expecting Seokjin to say at all. He wasn't expecting this sort of shattering heartbreak. Seokjin hadn't even confessed his love to him yet, so why is he saying this now?

  "Hey, hey, it's okay." Seokjin's voice was sweet, yet in panic. He lifted his fingers to Jimin's cheeks, wiping away the tears. "Jimin-ah, we can end on good terms. It doesn't have to be so sad, alright? We'll be okay."

  No, they won't.

  What kind of bullshit—

  "We can be mature about this," Seokjin continued. "It's okay. We can stay friends. We don't have to be like this."

  What the fuck is he saying?

  "B-But I love you."

  Seokjin sucked in his own bottom lip, then moved his fingers to Jimin's hair, tucking it behind his ear; he always loved doing so.

  "I know you do, Jimin."

  Then why in the hell is he leaving him like this, in such a cruel way?

  How did he fall out of love? It's because Jimin hasn't seen him, right? Seokjin probably fell in love with someone else. That's what he means. He just doesn't want to hurt Jimin's feelings. He's not only fallen out of love, but there must've been a purpose. A someone.

  "Okay," Jimin inhaled deep, then let it go. "I-If you want to leave me on good terms, then... One last kiss, hyung, Please."

  Seokjin's lips turned into a deep frown, but he stepped towards Jimin, mashing his lips to his forehead. It was as soft as usual, and he lingered for a short moment. Jimin didn't want a kiss like this, though. Not like this.

As Seokjin backed away, Jimin huffed out, then hurried to wrap his hands around Seokjin's neck. He pulled Seokjin back to him, their lips connecting roughly, a soft gasp coming from the older, but Jimin couldn't find it in himself to care. For once, he wanted to be selfish. Wanted to feel something.

  He couldn't live with another failed goodbye. He just had to make sure that Seokjin knew that, well, he really does love him.

  Seokjin's lips softened into the kiss, his hesitant hands falling onto Jimin's waist. Jimin could feel another tear fall because he knew that the older was merely giving in to his yearning, but he didn't care. He needed this one last kiss. He needed Seokjin— God, did he need Seokjin so badly. As the only other bloodsucker he knows, and as a friend, and as a lover; he needs Kim Seokjin.

  But, as all good things end eventually, Seokjin was the one who pulled away from the kiss, his eyes fallen onto Jimin's wet lips.

  "I should go, Jimin."

  God, did Jimin need Seokjin. But Seokjin no longer needed— no longer wanted him.

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