Jimin sobbed for hours that night, contemplating hurting himself, but he knew that wouldn't help. He felt so betrayed by Yoongi. He could feel himself growing numb to every possible feeling. It was Saturday, which meant he had to sit down to dinner with his parents that night. He dreaded having to expand on his currently depressing life, to talk about Yoongi or how happy Tae was with Jungkook.
After a few minutes of debating, Jimin decided to go to the park to relax in nature with his thoughts. He threw on a hoodie and a pair of jeans, comfortable, but still presentable enough to wear in public. He grabbed his wallet, keys, and portable charger and went out the door. Luckily, his parents were too busy to notice him walking out the door so he didn't have to deal with the morning pleasantries.
He kicked the stand on his bike and started down the road. He saw happy families and cute couples the whole way to the park that just made his heart sink more. One more girl giggled and kissed a boy, and he felt like he might actually puke. Love was the last thing he wanted to think about. The park was already diseased with couples holding hands and walking. He parked his bike and secured it.
Jimin searched for an empty bench deeper in the secluded wooded area. If a serial killer wanted me dead, I sure am making it easy , Jimin thought to himself. He honestly might not have a problem with a serial killer wanting him dead. He had been flooded with a sense of apathy and isolation. He leaned onto his back on the bench and looked to the desolate sky of blue. He sat there so long, clouds began to concoct themselves in the skies.
Before Jimin knew it, rain was falling onto his face, and he couldn't tell if the condensation on his skin was rain or tears. The cold rain exacerbated the emptiness in his chest. He stayed there for about 15 minutes before hearing his phone vibrate.
Tae Tae : are you ok?
You : yeah im fine
He didn't want to be bothered by people who were happy and passionately in love with someone. He needed someone who understood pure rejection and emptiness. He hated to say it, but Yoongi understood him more than anyone. He was the last person Jimin wanted to see. He refused to give in.
Jimin decided instead to go to the internet for validation because that's what all the sad kids do these days. He figured he'd send out one tweet and see what happened.
"How do you stop the pain?"
To Jimin, a seemingly good question. He didn't know how to numb himself the way Yoongi did. He didn't think the tweet would blow up, he had virtually no followers. Only his friends followed him, and, of course, Yoongi. He didn't think about the fact that Yoongi followed him. He just wanted some help.
Suddenly, he got a text from Yoongi.
Yoongi : come over i can help
You : no.
He debated going in his head, but he knew what would happen if he did. He texted Tae to ask him if he had any weed, but he apparently smoked the last bit of it with Jungkook during their little "sleepover" the night before. He swore at himself, knowing this was a bad idea.
You : im on my way
He hopped on his bike and let thoughts flood his brain for most of the ride. He thought about all the bad that could happen. And all the very good that could happen. He yanked himself out of his head long enough to knock on Yoongi's door. His mother answered. "Jimin, sweetie! Yoongi didn't say you were coming over," she smiled, inviting him inside. Jimin thanked her and went upstairs to find Yoongi. He was beyond drunk, holding a half empty bottle of whiskey.
