abandoned | pjm

thirty eight.

your pov

Lights entered into my eyes, the brightness peering as the sun through the window shined against my face. I groaned, using the palms of my hands to push against the surface and push my slouching back upright.

I had fallen asleep on the ground all-night. The last thing I remember was sitting on the ground next to Jimin's door and waiting. Expecting him to open the door, but he didn't, since I'm still here.

    I went through my bag, checking to see if everything was. Who am I kidding, the things in my bag are way too cheap for these rich apartment-owning people anyway.

My finger came up to rub my eyelids as I shielded my face from the brightness. My head turned as a man walked past me, making slight eye contact before he turned his head and walked away, shaking his head at the sight.

    The sound of a door knob turning made my head turn again before I saw Namjoon's head peek through the slit of the door opening "Y/N?"

    I tilted my body so that it wouldn't make my neck ache too badly. No doubt that it did hurt since my head was pressured on my neck all night instead of being on my bed. "You were here all night?"

    "Yeah," I rubbed my eyes. "You talked some sense into me, so I came over."

He opened his mouth in understanding before nodding his head. "You can come in if you'd like," he offered politely. The door slit opened a bit wider, welcoming me in before I shook my head in response.

"He wouldn't want me there. I'll wait."

"I wouldn't let myself just leave you out here. Do you want any water or juice, anything?"

"I'll take water," I said. He ran back inside before coming to the door within seconds and handing me a water bottle.

"You sure you don't wanna come in?"

    I shook my head, giving him a soft smile before he closed the door. More sympathy. Even when I was the one who messed up. Namjoon always had something nice to say, and with the comfort, it also made me wonder what it was like for him to really be mad. He was born to be a doctor, always so patient.

    Jimin too. Except I did get to see what it was like for Jimin to truly be mad. It wasn't even scary, it was the fact that he had enough — it was because of me.

    My hands reached to grab my phone, opening the lock screen to show that it was 7:38 in the morning. After a few minutes, Namjoon would come out of the apartment dressed in his work attire and briefcase; awkwardly nodding at me a goodbye before exiting the building.

     Nearly dozing off, I almost missed Jimin leaving, his brown head of hair bringing myself to consciousness. "Jimin?" I asked. His head turned, completely not noticing me earlier as his eyebrows furrowed.

    "Why are you still here?"

    "Feel asleep. Can we talk?"

    "What is there to talk about?" He asked again. His hands fidgeting as they came up to scratch his neck. "I'm late for work."

    Odd, how he's such a punctual and strict man on timing — yet he's late for work. "I overslept," he added.

    "Jimin you're tired," I said while slowly standing up. I placed my back against the wall for support as I stared at him. "Stop overworking yourself."

    "I'm not," he sighed. I watched as he stood there, his posture slouched as his eyes produced eye bags from the lack of sleep.

    "The hospital told me you've been working overtime a lot, don't tell me you're not tired when you've been working multiple shifts with barely any sleep."

    "I'm not fucking tired," his voice raised, echoing through the halls as he threw his fidgeting hands to his side.

    "I'm not fucking tired because working is better than always thinking about how I'm always your second choice," his voice cracked. "I can't just ignore the fact that I like you, and I can't ignore that you treat me as if I don't care about you when I would do anything to have you."

    "But that's not how it works, right?" he asked. By this time, he stood feet away from me as he spoke. "I close my eyes, and it's like I can't breathe — because I've tried so, so hard to be patient."

I watch silently as tears pooled into my eyes. The watery substance filling my eyes, nearly overflowing as I watched him break down right in front of me. "I'm sorry," I mustered out.

"I'm sorry that I hurt you, and I put all this pain on you when you were just trying to help," I sniffled, using my palm to wipe away to overflow of tears. "I used your patience to my advantage and I left you to be the one that got hurt."

Silence. His head hung low, but I knew he was listening. "I shouldn't have blamed you for the way you treated the situation. You were trying to protect me and I took it the wrong way."

    He didn't respond. Instead, I watched as his body slowly numb, his legs nearly buckle as he almost fell flat against me, pushing me further into the wall. "Jimin," I gasped. My hand shook him, unable to gain his consciousness as I attempted to wake him up.

    My arms attempted to pull him up by his pits, but it was as if he was dead weight against me. I used my hand to knock on the door next to Jimin's obnoxiously, sure that the person would hate me since it was 8:30 in the morning.

    "I told you to leave the mail at my doo-" the resident peeked through the door before his eyes widened. "Jimin? Is he alright?"

    I breathed heavily, shrugging my shoulders before asking the man to help me lift the 135 pound man back into his condo apartment.

    Once we had laid him down on the couch, I thanked the man as he insisted to stand in the entrance incase he needed to call 911.

    I let out a sigh of relief hearing his thumping heartbeat. "Could you get me a glass of water please? The glasses are in the second cabinet to the left."

    Before the man could come back, the couch lightly squeaked as I turned my head toward Jimin regaining his consciousness. "Jimin?" I asked.

    "Hm?"

    "You blacked out, you're pale," I said as my hands gently touched his cheeks. "But you're sweating."

    The man came back with a glass of water before I forced Jimin to scoot upright and drink the glass of water. "I'm fine," he said.

    "But you're not. Just drink the entire glass please."

    Reluctantly, he did.

    "Just get some rest Jimin. You're tired and it's okay to rest. You were probably dehydrated too."

    "You're my doctor now?" he asked, a slight smile appearing upon his lips before he sipped the water once more.

    "I'll be making my exit then," the man said before he shut the door behind him.

    Jimin stared in confusion before looking at me.

    "You think I can carry you myself?"

[UNEDITED]