𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

pjm : save me

summary: in which they saved each other.

genre: angst, fluff

word count: + 1.4k

part 3 of the 'save me' series.

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i hurried upstairs, nearly out of breath. where was jimin? i needed to talk to him, right now and then. jungkook told me how jimin acted the last days, making me wonder if he actually regretted rejecting me. "this is stupid, so stupid.", i told myself, while reaching for the doorknob, slamming the door open. what i saw, emerged a scream from my throat. the whole room was slightly flooded, as the faucet was still running. the bathtub that stood in the very back of the room was overflowing with the liquid, and i saw a very wellknown head sinking under the surface. i knew who it was.

i immediately rushed towards the porcelain bathtub, my feet creating a splashing sound, as i yelled the name of the boy who broke my heart: "jimin!" not caring about the icecold water, i reached out, grabbing his arm under the surface, pulling his head out of the water. to my horror, he was unconscious. i felt warm tears brimming in the corners of my eyes, as i pulled him out of the tub. he was so heavy, i thought i'd never make it. but adrenaline makes us stronger, and in the end, the older boy laid on the cold, floor tiles, eyes closed. "oh god.", i choked.

as if someone had taken control over my body, my hands moved forwards, pressing on his chest in a rapid motion, trying to make his heart beat. i did not know if it worked, but i scurried over and pressed my lips on his, blewing fresh air into his lungs. after a couple of times, the tears now flowed down my cheeks, leaving stains, as i silently begged his lungs to finally work. "where are the others?", i whispered to myself, hoping that someone would see us and help us. at the same time when the door bursted open, jimin's eyes fluttered and he took a shaky breath.

"oh my god.", i croaked, feeling relieved and more than happy that he didn't....die. "(y/n)!", a wellknown voice reached my ears and next, jungkook knelt next to me, looking at his friend, eyes widened in disbelief. "don't you tell me you tried to commit suicide?!", he said loudly, glaring at the brunet who managed to sit up, hugged his legs and stared into nowhere. "you did.", the younger's voice cut the silence, and when i looked to the side, i saw tears threatening to fall out of his eyes. "kookie..", i whispered, feeling more helpless than ever. what was i supposed to do now?

there they were, the boy whom i loved but rejected me, sitting on the cold floor, soaking wet. and, the second boy, my best friend, who was always there for me, failing to hold back his tears. i was close to having a breakdown, when, all of a sudden, the door creaked open, and i could see another figure, who turned out to be jin. he gasped when he saw the three of us on the floor, and immediately knew what was going on. "jungkook, get up and prepare some blankets and hot water. (y/n), go with him.", he ordered us around, and i got up, legs wobbling.

as if he knew about my struggles, jungkook wrapped an arm around my waist, held me close to him, letting me lean onto him. "t-thanks.", i whispered. i was still shocked beyond everything. well, who wouldn't be, if they barely saved someone from death? when we arrived in the kitchen, the ravenette placed a warm and cozy blanket around my shoulders and turned around to prepare some water. "kookie?", i said quietly. "yeah?"

"why?", my voice now was barely above a whisper and i hugged my knees. "i honestly don't know, but i have an idea why.", the older said and sat down next to me. i turned to face him. "can you tell me? i really want to know." jungkook nodded and took a deep breath. "you remember the day jimin rejected you? when you ran out of the house, completely heartbroken? well, jimin actually liked you back, he still does. but, you have to know that he was really insecure about himself. his weight, his height, everything. yes, you are smaller than him, and you told me that you loved him the way he was. he thought you didn't like his cute, giggly self. so he chose to act like a bad guy."

i bit my lip. "how in god's name did he come up with such a stupid conclusion?!" "i can't answer that, (y/n). you have to ask him yourself..anyway, after you left, jimin felt really bad for hurting you like this. i also was mad at him. so..yeah, i'm sure that's how he ended up trying to drown himself.", jungkook said and i felt the tears rolling down my cheeks once again. "so i'm at fault then.", i croaked and the ravenette immediately shook his head, wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. "don't you ever dare to say or even think such horrible things.", my best friend whispered. "hey, (y/n), what about if you go and bring jimin these blankets, and you two talk things out then?", he suggested and i nodded, feeling nervous at the mere thought of being in the same room as jimin.

i took a deep breath and grabbed the blankets, bracing myself. i walked upstairs and met jin, who looked at me, worry etched all over his face. "oh, you're bringing the blankets, that's good. listen, (y/n), i don't know how that happened, but be careful. jimin is so broken.", he said quietly and i nodded. "thank you."

reaching for the doorknob, i first knocked twice before opening the door. there he sat, on his bed, staring into the darkness. "jimin.", i said, voice barely above a whisper, but he jerked around, looking at me with slightly widened eyes. "(y-y/n)?" "here, i have some blankets for you.", i smiled warmly and walked towards him. as i reached my destiny, i sat down next to the brunet, draping the blankets over his shoulders. the older boy avoided my gaze, looked away, which caused me sigh. "jimin, please talk to me." "why?"

"because i want to know why...why you tried to die. or something like this, at least to me it seemed like you wanted to end your life.", i spoke. it was the harsh truth, but i had to say it, i wanted him to realize what happened. "i'm sorry.", jimin mumbled, he sounded like a child that was scolded by his parents. "this is not about being sorry or not, and you know that. was it because of me?" "w-what?! no!" "sure. kookie told me something.", i replied and began to explain my friend's theory about the two of us. in the end, he stared at me with widened eyes, lips slightly parted. "oh god, i'm so sorry.", he whispered. "why, jimin? why did you think i'd like these kind of boys?", i gently asked, placing a hand on his.

"because you were like really close to jungkook and..", he trailed off, causing me to giggle. "kookie and a bad boy? everything but not this!" "still, i felt so bad for rejecting you. plus kookie was really mad at me." i sighed softly and looked at him. "you know, i still like you. a lot. even if you rejected and hurt me, i still couldn't stop thinking about you. you were on my mind all the time, every day.", i told him, a faint blush creeping on my cheeks. jimin looked at me, his auburn eyes staring straight into mine.

soon, he leant over, reaching out for me, as if i was made out of porcelain. jimin cupped my face in his hands, thumbs stroking over my cheeks. it felt like time had stopped for the two of us, as his lips brushed over mine. in a matter of seconds, they were on each other in a soft yet hungry kiss, a kiss i have been craving to feel for such a long time now. without hesitating, i kissed back and entangled my fingers in his soft, brown locks. after a while, we pulled away, trying to catch our breaths, and i couldn't stop myself from grinning. jimin was smiling as well, happiness all evident in his dark eyes.

"so, are you willing to spend your days with me, (y/n), even if i'm being dorky and stupid?"

"what a question, of course i want to!"

the older boy bit his lip, slightly nervous, before he confessed: "i love you."

"i love you too."

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edited; 201/11/30.

whew, that was bad.

"you are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."
— arthur conan doyle; the white company