Re Vel Mente Ξ Yoonmin

Chapter 13 - Rewind

"I know this is bad Jimin, but you've been through worse. Come on, let's get home"
Namjoon said as he squatted down and caressed his head a bit.
-"I wish you could protect me more than just comforting words.." Jimin mumbled, making Namjoon freeze for a while before sighing; "Unfortunately, that's not possible. But be careful what you wish for, Jimin. Now.. Get dressed before someone sees you like this"
He looked up at the other, it took a while before he got himself to get up. He could barely stand, his legs wanted to give in to his weight and it ached from behind.

He bit his lip, biting in the pain as he put on his missing clothes. He tried fixing his hair but it kept being slightly messed, just as his own face.
He still cried, it was so difficult for him. Yeah he have been through hell and out, but he didn't want to go back in again.
But who were he to decide that? He could easily control a person's whole life if he wanted, but he couldn't even control his own. He felt pathetic, disgusting and worthless. He couldn't see anything good in himself anymore, everything had been taken away from him and he didn't feel like Yoongi would deserve him at all. But yet he couldn't make himself cancel Friday's plans.

"Kookie!~" Taehyung suddenly yelled out in happiness, startling Jimin who were about to leave the alley. He turned around quickly and there they all stood. Taehyung hugging and kissing a happy Jungkook, Namjoon greeting Jin who finally escaped Jimin's mind as well, and then Hoseok verbally fighting Dooly.

He stared at them all. Now what? What should he do now? Everyone is there.. Everyone. He slowly started to back away before turning around and running, as if he could run from them, but of course he couldn't.
Suddenly everyone was running with him; "Run Jimin! Get your pain out like that!" Namjoon supported as if he didn't know Jimin was trying to escape them.
Soon he reached home, he slammed the door behind him before throwing himself on a chair. as he picked out his phone from his pocket, he needed support.. Just a little support at least.
He called his mother that he hadn't spoken with for years. He didn't even know why he had her number, or why he even called her. But she was the only one that came to his mind that knew about his condition.

"M-Mom.."
-"Park Jimin?" It sounded surprised from the other line.
"Mom.. Please help me.." Jimin sobbing, pleading for some comfort but his mother kept silent, scared of what he was going to say. "They're all back mom.. They're all here, I don't know what to do anymore.."

His mother stayed silent for a while before saying; "Have you prayed to God lately Jimin?"
"No.. I haven't but Mo--"
-"I told you to pray! I don't want your nonsense when you don't listen to me"
"But mom! Please.." Jimin had started to cry hardly as he were nearly clinging to the phone.

"Don't listen to her Jimin she's a liar" Namjoon interrupted, with Jin agreeing with him.
"Shut up!" He yelled at them, he was scared and frustrated.
-"Have you taken your medicine?"
"Yes, but they don't work anymore.. They stopped working"
-"Go to church, God is the only one who can help you"
"Mo-"
-"Where do you live now?" His mother suddenly asked, Jimin felt relief as he thought she finally gave in and wanted to come and comfort her own son, but that was hardly her intentions. But he didn't know that, so he told his address.

-"Go to church now, you have one close by. Nut you need to believe in Him, Jimin. If it doesn't help we'll use another method"
"Mom I don't believe in G--"
-"Do as I say you damn pathetic child! I'm tired of your shit when you don't even listen to me! You're nothing but crazy! All I hear from you is all your imaginary friends and enemies, you shouldn't even live anymore, it'd be easier for you to just kill yourself"
"Mo- Don't hang up mom! Please.. I beg y--" He pleaded but then she hung up.

He threw his phone with all his strength and screamed out in frustration, his chest felt so tight, it hurt so much..
Luckily his phone hit the couch before bouncing down to hit the floor.  Why did he even call her.. Why did he even have a little ounce of hope that she'd help him?
He hid his face in his hands before letting his fingers travel over the head and through his hair. While tapping a heel against the floor, he just sat there. He even sat there for an hour or two. Doing nothing.. Not moving much, crying silently for himself once again. Something finally snapped inside of him.

Not even the people bothered him in those hours.