JinMin | Our Night to Your Night (Prequel)✔️

Fourteen

   Jimin tried so hard to be mad at Seokjin. He tried so hard to take Taehyung's advice, and he did. Truthfully, it was just make-believe.

  Believe he's angry with him, believe he didn't deserve to be left, believe that Seokjin had no right to fall out of love with him, believe that he didn't deserve this painful tug in his heart— well, whatever. They have feelings; Jimin had always thought that since he was no longer human that he'd no longer have feelings, but he very much had them.

  Anger, happiness, love.

  It was hard to make himself believe that he was angry with Kim Seokjin. He had no right to be mad and he knew that a million percent. It was all his fault, after all. He had thought that Seokjin could never do any wrong, and he was right. Seokjin didn't do anything wrong. He didn't purposefully fall out of love. Hell, Seokjin was even mature enough to tell Jimin that. It must've meant he cared. Cared enough to let him down easily.

  But Jimin decided to follow Taehyung's advice to the extreme, at some point.

  Instead of accepting his loss, he turned it into something more. He changed his whole attitude towards Seokjin, even if the man did nobody wrong. Jimin had to make-believe. He had to pretend on the outside because if he didn't attempt to, he would have been driven to the point of extreme depression.

  Seokjin is the bad guy.

  Because if Jimin believed otherwise, then, doesn't the bad guy always lose? If Jimin is the bad guy, then won't he lose himself?

  That can't happen.

  Instead of blaming himself, he decided to go easy on himself. Decided to turn his depression into pure anger. Hate.

  Even if it is make-believe.

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   "Jimin," Taehyung's voice came from behind him as he walked out of the kitchen. He had sat there for a while, sipping from his pouch of blood— the suggestion from him-who-may-not-be-spoken-of. He turned to Taehyung, curious as to why he was calling him.

  It had been years.

  As time passed by, a couple of months into being depressed, Jimin had finally found his way out of the hole. It was hard, but the more he thought about it, the more he knew he needed help. Taehyung was the one to help him. Whether it be small things such as helping Jimin out of bed, feeding, or washing off, or big things like going back to working or even meeting new people to get back into the flow of acting like a normal person does.

  Taehyung and Jimin got closer, the more time they spent together. Jimin had noticed that the younger was projecting onto him at some point down the road. The things he would tell Jimin to encourage him felt too personal.

  But Jimin didn't mind. It helped.

  "Yes, Tae?"

  Taehyung was sitting in the dining area, a blank look on his face. "I was nearby hyung's house yesterday. Seemed like they were getting ready to head somewhere else." A moment of silence. "Perhaps I overheard Namjoon speaking of moving. I know you told me not to listen to people's conversations, but this was important. Don't give me that look."

  Jimin was furrowing his eyebrows at him. They have the ability to hear extremely well, but Taehyung uses it for the weirdest things, such as chitchats in the bar.

  "Good," Jimin said anyways.

  But where are they going?

  It had been years since Jimin had spoken to any of them. He hated it with every inch of his body. He hated it so much. Wanted to talk to them. To apologize for being so cold towards Hoseok and Namjoon for no reason, like ignoring them out and about. Jimin always hated their hurt expressions.

  And Seokjin...

  He had tried to talk to Jimin a few weeks after they had agreed to split up. It was when Taehyung had gotten Jimin up and out of bed to go to the bar, and Seokjin was there. There was always a chance of him being there. And Seokjin had walked straight up to Jimin, that soft smile tugged on his lips and curious eyes as he approached them.

  "Hello, Jimin-ah," he had said. It was the tingling feeling in Jimin's eyes that pissed him off first. He didn't want to cry in public, not in front of Seokjin either. But Seokjin wasn't looking at him the same anymore. He wasn't flirting anymore. "How's your night?"

  How was his night? Terrible.

  His night consisted of being dragged out of his slope, being carried to this bar, only to be met with his ex-lover. His night was already horrible. His night was also horrible because as soon as he left the house, he saw the stars. He saw what was once our night turn into, well, "your night".

  How's your night?

  "Please never talk to me again."

  Jimin's fists clenched at his own words. That's not what he wanted to say at all.

  Please stay with me. I'm better now, hyung. I'll never leave you again. Just fall in love with me again. Don't leave. Please talk to me. I was stupid to ever let you fall out of love.

  Be with me again.

  "Oh," Seokjin had let out.

  It was the last thing that Kim Seokjin had said to Jimin. Now, here they are years later, and Seokjin is moving out of this town.

  Maybe they would just have to settle this way. Jimin would hate him forever and he'd never see him again. Seokjin was an old habit, but Jimin was ready to let him go. He was ready to finally be over with seeing Seokjin's friends out so often. Finally ready to let it die down. Ready to let this era go permanently.

  Ready to fall out of love with Seokjin.

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why am i crying when there's literally NO reason to be crying? 😔