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Yoongi is a ruthless Mafia who disguise himself as a college student in his college (his college means he's the fucking owner of the college) for an underground mission, where he meets a sw...
Why, God, why?! Why always me? Have I not suffered enough? Do you take some cruel pleasure in watching me struggle? Every time I try to rise, you snatch everything away from me. Was it not enough that I bled, that I fought, that I held onto hope despite everything? Do you really want to break me beyond repair?
Please, just this once… spare me. I’m not as strong as they think. I’m barely holding on. How am I supposed to chase my dreams now? How am I supposed to stand tall when the world keeps pushing me to my knees? I don't want to be seen as a beggar, as someone pathetic and desperate. I have always fought for my place, but what now? What’s left for me?
God, please… help me.
Mom, Dad… where are you? Your Minnie needs you. I miss you so much. I can’t do this anymore. The world is too cruel, too cold. I’ve tried to be strong, I’ve tried to endure, but I don’t think I can stand against it any longer.
Please… come to Minnie.
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Mingyu hyung where are you?? I hate you all . You promised me that you will never leave. You are all liars . I hate you all . You all never loved me.
AUTHOR'S POV
The room was dimly lit, silent except for the muffled sounds of quiet sobs. Jimin sat curled up on the floor, his shoulders trembling as he clutched his knees to his chest. His cries were raw, filled with so much pain that it felt like the very air around him was suffocating.
Yoongi, who had been sleeping soundly in his bed, stirred at the sound of Jimin’s sniffles. At first, he thought he was imagining it, but when the quiet sobs turned into heartbreaking wails, he jolted awake. His heart clenched as he turned toward the source of the sound.
The sight before him made his breath hitch -Jimin, his Jimin, was crying uncontrollably, his fragile body shaking with each broken sob. Without a second thought, Yoongi rushed to him, his chest tightening as if someone had driven a knife straight through his heart. Seeing Jimin like this, so vulnerable, so lost-it was unbearable.
Lowering himself to Jimin’s level, Yoongi gently placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice softer than ever. “Hey, Jimina… what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone say something to you?” His voice held nothing but concern, a silent plea for Jimin to let him in.
Jimin lifted his head slowly, his eyes red and glassy, lips quivering as he tried to form words between his hiccups. “Yoongiahhh… I must look so pathetic right now, right?” he whispered, his voice breaking. “But you don’t have to pity me. I’ve made it this far, and I’ll find a way to get through this too.”
Yoongi’s heart clenched even tighter at Jimin’s words. Pity? How could Jimin even think that? It hurt—more than he could ever express. But still, he swallowed his emotions and spoke softly, firmly. “Jimina… don’t say that. I’m not pitying you. You… You’re really special to me. Can’t you see that? Please, at least tell me what happened.”
