Kalopsia | Yoonmin

Sixty four

Sitting on the ground, Jimin could feel his heart breaking. He loved Yoongi, he loved Yoongi's soft yet fierce features, he loved Yoongi's affectionate personality towards him, he loved how Yoongi secretly cares about his close friends.

He was in love with him.

Tears flowed down his face and on the ground as he heard Yoongi's cries. He was outside the door Yoongi was in.

He couldn't bare to see Yoongi cry in front of the grave, listen to him apologize over and over, 'I love you's to his one and only love. Who was his first love.

He felt too bad, worse than he ever imagined he could feel. He was now wishing that the ground would swallow him and give back his first love.

He took a deep breath as one question lingered his mind even though it can't be true.

What will I feel if his first love came to life again?

Probably rejected.

He sighed. Tears stopped coming down his stained cheeks and his face went blank.

He doesn't want to go back in Hoseok's house. He wants to go back to his previous life. But he can't just forget everything. He can't forget his love for Yoongi.

"I beg you, please stop hurting," Jimin said, clutching on his purple sweatshirt.

Then his gaze went at the broach on his sweatshirt, on the region of his chest.

He opened it, the pointed end making a small strained smile on his face. He brought it to his wrist.

But before he could even poke his wrist with it, something way too fast passed by him and his broach fell down.

He looked around but there was nothing on the ground. As if it became invisible.

The surroundings started to change. The previous one disappeared slowly into thin air. Walls of vines and grasses tangled upon one another made paths.

Jimin's eyes widened when it was all completely changed. It radiated a sense of familiarity to him.

A sudden flashback crossed his mind. He stood up and walked forward hurriedly. He needed to know if that image was correct.

There was only one path leading to the correct destination, others were just fake paths leading to a complete stop.

Jimin walked and walked and finally reached the main place which was in the middle of the maze.

How did he know the route when it was clear it was all a maze?

"It's about time you know this." A voice said.

"Huh-" The surroundings changed again.

An unfamiliar room, two familiar faces were cuddling on the couch.

"No way..." Jimin breathed out.

Yoongi and Jimin were cuddling on the couch. Jimin's hair was golden, his eyes were amber.

"Amor, have I told you how much I love you?" The golden haired giggled and Yoongi grinned.

"Yes."

"You had to say it back!" Golden haired Jimin whined.

"I love you too."

Those words rang repeatedly in Jimin's head as he watched the seen with wide eyes and mouth gapped. He diverted his eyes to his shaky hands' palms.

Am I even real?

The scene changed again. And again. Many short memories of Yoongi and golden haired Jimin could be seen.

"What are you writing?" Golden haired Jimin asked, sitting beside Yoongi who was writing something.

"Oh, it's a language invented by me," Yoongi smiled and he grinned.

"Teach me too." He said excitedly.

"Sure."

The scene changed again.

"You can't just kick me out!" Golden haired Jimin shouted, his amber eyes darkening.

"I can! Y-You're so fucking annoying, I don't love you anymore!"

"You used me.. And for what?"

"Not your business."

"Not my business?" The golden haired laughed, actually laughed. "Listen Min Yoongi, apparently I'm not a fucking toy for you to play with. You know what? I'm leaving, not because you practically yelled at me to, but because I don't want to see anyone as selfish as you."

And with that he left the room, the huge house. He walked, not showing any signs of despair. When he was finally away from the house, he broke.

His knees gave up as he fell on his knees and palms. He sobbed.

Jimin sobbed, he felt it. He was reliving it. He remembered this. He remembered feeling so lost and hurt. He remembered he passed out after.

Jimin opened his eyes slowly to an unfamiliar room. He was in an empty room with only a light bulb on. He was tied in a chair, he could free himself but he somehow felt too tired to even move his hand.

"You're finally awake," Someone said making Jimin look at him.

"Who..." Jimin tiredly said.

"Well well, guess you don't know us, maybe that little vamp wiz who sold you didn't tell you." The person smirked.

"What?" Jimin said, his voice barely audible.

"Aw, I pity you, sunchild," He clicked his tongue.

"Who are.. You.. Talking about?" Jimin said, which took a lot of strength.

"Yoongi of course."

Jimin's eyes widened. "No, you're.. You're lying."

He chuckled. "I knew you wouldn't believe me." He took a contract from the side small table.

Jimin could read it clearly. Even see signature of Yoongi.

"He didn't... He didn't!" Jimin yelled and got punched.

"Try that voice to me again," He growled. "From now on, you'll be our punching bag and slave, got it?"

Jimin then saw clips of him being beaten up brutally but he felt the pain which made him bend forward clutching on his stomach, which seemed to hurt the most.

He forced himself to look up as the scene changed again. It was him standing in the middle of a forest, looking at a rust flower blankly. He chanted a spell he knew well enough and the bloomed flower closed.

"I'm sorry, my love," Jimin said, smiling slightly as he stabbed himself. Everything quieted down but his pants.

Jimin screamed.