Perish • jihope [✓]

1; Tell Me

1; Tell Me
(Used to be chpt. 2)
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"How are you?"

Jimin looked down at the male on his lap, his eyes were full of concern as they stared at Jimin's own brown ones. Jimin sat on the grass as the older male rested his head on his lap, staring at the blue sky.

"... Ok I guess."

"You don't sound so convinced. What happened?" Jimin watched as the male got up and sat cross legged in front of him.

"Hoseeooook!" Jimin whined as he threw his head back. "Do you always have to know what's wrong with me?"

"I'm your friend Jimin! I care about you!"

A lot more than you think.

"It doesn't mean you should know what happens to me all the time."

Jimin looked at the grass with his eyebrows furrowed, a small pout adorning his lips.

"Jimin..."

Hoseok stared at his silent friend worried. Jimin never wanted to talk to him about what's bothering him.

You keep silent.

As much as Hoseok tries to get something out from the younger, he's ignored or gets a short response.

And it hurts.

More than you know.

"I'm sorry."

Grabbing a hold of one of Jimin's hands, Hoseok laced them together while looking at the floor. His mind was clouding with thoughts about Jimin's well being.

"It's fine Hoseok. I'm glad you worry about me, it's just that... Even if I tell you what's wrong, you wouldn't be able to help."

Jimin kept his gaze on their interlocked hands, the ends of his lips curling upwards in an unnoticeable smile from the small squeeze Hoseok gave.

"Maybe... Maybe I wouldn't be able to help, but... I can try to cheer you up."

Jimin looked up to see Hoseok smiling slightly at him, it was gentle, warm and sincere. Something he didn't want to ruin with his words.

Tell me, tell me.

Your silence,

Poisoning and deafening.

Hoseok waited patiently, staring into Jimin's wandering brown eyes, rubbing small circles on the smaller hand.

Tell me, tell me.

"It hurts," Jimin mumbled. He looked at the flowers behind Hoseok, admiring their beauty with sadness filling his eyes.

Don't you know?

Tell me, tell me.

"What?" The two locked eyes, Jimin looking away first, not able to describe what he felt.

Whisper it aloud,

Can't you see?

Bitter laughter filled the quiet air, confusing the older male. He stared at Jimin's tear stained face as his lips curved upwards, releasing a choked sob

You can trust me.

Through laughter and tears,

Hoseok let go of Jimin's hand, scooting closer to the small body that sat curled up. Warm arms wrapped around Jimin and gave a comforting squeeze.

"I'm right here."

Tell me tell me,

What I'm most scared of.

"M-my chest... It hurts... And I can't do anyt-thing... Nothing, to make it s-stop."