𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

Aftermath

~One Month Later~

Jimin hates himself.

Even a month after everything that's happened, he isn't over that day. The day he made a terrible mistake. Jimin sniffles and curls himself up in a ball while thinking about it. Maybe he's a crybaby for still thinking of it, but what the hell else is he going to do? He lost the girl he loved because he was stupid. He's in pain from both losing her and his mental state. How could he do that? Literally how?

The attackers themselves were never found. They didn't kidnap any students, instead using that portkey to get away before the professors could take them down. Jimin wishes he could say that makes him feel better. It doesn't. The idea that someone is out there hunting them is a horrible one. Jimin hasn't slept, eaten much, or taken care of himself ever since. He's a little scarred from it in more than just the 'lost love' way. Losing her hurts more every day, but a lot of his trauma comes from being attacked.

He's shut out pretty much everyone except for one person. One person who always makes him feel better. The man sits across from him now, eyes lit up with sympathy. "You have to move on," Tae whispers, "for both your and her sake. It's over."

"Tae, it's not even that anymore. We got attacked. I watched someone try to kidnap my love. I watched and didn't do anything. She had to save us, I had to stand there and watch helplessly. I didn't do anything right. Fucking hell, I couldn't even get the professor's help right. I stumbled over words and was more worried about her than doing what I could to actually save her. What kind of person does that make me?"

Tae shakes him off, "A real one. You underwent trauma and had a freeze reaction. It happens all the time. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But it hurt her," Jimin says, "I hurt her because I couldn't react correctly."

"That's not up to you. You can't control your natural reactions to traumatizing experiences. Please stop beating yourself up over this." Jimin sniffles and averts his eyes.

They're in his bedroom right now on a Friday night. Jimin's about to go out to the courtyard like he normally does to draw. Only problem is he's not sure what the fuck to draw. It'd probably be creepy if he kept drawing Y/n, so he stopped doing that. He's touched up some of her pictures he's already drawn, but even then he made sure not to take too much time doing that. Maybe a landscape. Maybe the maze. Maybe the attackers. Truthfully, he doesn't remember much about what the attackers looked like. He was more worried about her.

"Listen, bud, I can't keep telling you the same things. It's been a month now. I'm your friend and I'm here for you for anything you need, but I also want to see you succeed and smile. I can't remember the last time I've seen you smile," Tae softly says.

Jimin listens to every word. Strange, the words still feel hollow. They're sincere and would've meant a lot to Jimin if Tae told him this before the whole incident. "I'll try," Jimin mumbles, "starting with my sketchbook. Can I go draw now? I'd really like to."

Tae nods, "I can't stop you."

Jimin takes his book and his classic kit before standing, "Come on, I'll walk you back to Hufflepuff." Tae accepts the offer, the two leaving and walking down the halls. They stroll in silence, reaching Hufflepuff only a few minutes later. Jimin waves to him, "I'm sorry I've been like this. Everything's just..."

"Crazy. Don't apologize for your feelings. You can't control those. I wasn't there, I didn't see what happened. I'm not going to pretend I understand what you're going through. Please take care of yourself. If not for me, than for her. She wants to make sure you're doing good."