almost. myg x pjm

memories

and so he came to know of park jimin's own struggles.

park jimin
was broken

yoongi's black pen stopped for a few seconds.

now happy

he scribbled in a few more words into the left margin.

there might be a chance

***

morning came and yoongi did the same thing he always did everyday.

he took a short walk to the cafe, sat down, drank coffee with hoseok and jungkook before they opened up.

it was a repetitive and boring sequence that gave yoongi an odd sense of comfort.

***

at three in the morning, min yoongi sat curled up in a corner of his bedroom crying.

the memories hit him like a truck; empty alcohol bottles flying around his living room as his father screamed out in rage, raising a hand to slap his mother. yoongi, a child then, not knowing what to do, curling up on the floor with his little hands over his ears to block out the noise because he's been hit before and he's just so fucking scared.

and then years later, the horrifying memory of their car swerving too far to the left and colliding with another van. his mother laying in a pool of blood on the pavement, wan and lifeless.

ugly little gasps of breath left his lips as he stifled his voice from crying out.

tears tumbled over his eyes and piled up into his sleeve.

his other hand grasped at his chest, because it hurt. his heart physically hurt.

he regretted it so much. if only he had interfered, helped his mother before she made the rash decision to run away with him. he deserved to die. he should have died in the accident. it was all his fault, all because he was stupid enough to think that if he plugged his ears and held his breath and, fuck, shut his eyes hard enough, it would end okay and-

yoongi stopped for a moment when he heard a knock on the door.

he paused and waited until a second knock came. then he got up and went to the door, rubbing his puffy eyes and swallowing down his raw throat.

he was surprised at who he found standing in front of him.

"jimin?"

"i heard you crying. you okay?"

it was ten seconds later that they were on the couch together; yoongi's nose pressed up against jimin's small shoulder.

yoongi was shaking as he cried out.

jimin stayed with him until he fell asleep.

and then he still stayed, admiring yoongi's perfect features, even with the disheveled hair and hours of crying.

***

"why did you come?"

"i told you, i could hear you crying."

"no, i mean like, why? you got out of bed and came to my apartment. why?"

hesitation came before an answer.

"no one ever came for me, and i felt that you deserved better."