pastel [3]

fifteen

Third Person point of view

Daehyun was shocked when the silence of an uncertain terror turned into the feeling of hands pulling him closer, held in the warmth of a body that he'd only felt through a veil of someone else's eyes. Jimin had a warmth that numbed Daehyun's insides, left to fall into the embrace with tears still descending down his cheeks.

"I'm so so sorry." He continued to cry, "I will tell you everything, I will fix this, but Taehyung is fading and I can't help him. I feel like a failure!" Jimin squeezed his shoulder before pulling away. It was hard to see the truth of his feelings with the way he cleverly masked the burning in his eyes.

"Why?" Was the first word he spoke, stepping away and placing his hands in his pockets, fists clenching under the fabric. "Why destroy everyone he tried to love? You were a monster..." Daehyun's eyes dropped to the marking still clear on Jimin's collarbone, swallowing under the watchful eye of the person he had assaulted.

"I... I don't know... I'm a psychopath, a monster, a freak, a maniac. Any other synonyms for mentally unstable." This statement caused Jimin to chuckled, the sound was so pure and genuine.

"You're more of a mess than Tae." He murmured then turned to enter the house with the expectation that Daehyun would follow behind. The house was plain like Jungkook's old place had been, with the added colour of a young child's toys and drawings littering every surface. Daehyun was taken aback by how easily he had been welcomed into the house, eyes darting around before settling back on Jimin who had stopped outside a shut door, voices muffled behind it.

"Why are you letting me in here? Why don't you hate me?"

"Did I say I didn't?" Jimin snapped, taking a step forward until his face was inches from the other.

"No. But you just..."

"I'll tear you apart when I get the chance. Right now you said Taehyung was fading, and I would like to prioritise that for both mine and Jungkook's sanity." Daehyun nodded.

"He collapsed hours ago, no matter what I try its like he is gone. It was my job to protect him and I have fucked it up within three days of having him back." Jimin didn't address the words directly, instead pushing Daehyun's chest until he was backed to the wall and caged between it and the domineering man now whispering against his ear,

"Jungkook is behind that door, and if he finds out who you are I will slit your throat." Daehyun nodded slightly, afraid to move at the snarl that was underlining each of Jimin's words. "If you so much as breathe out a threat toward him you will wish you never stepped foot in this house. We are doing this for Kook and Tae, not you or me. So behave yourself."

Fuck he's hot...

Then before Daehyun could express his fluctuating feelings out loud, Jimin tore himself away and knocked on the door, signalling his presence and forcing a neutral smile as the door was pulled open to reveal Jeon Jungkook.

"Minnie, you don't need to knock," he began with a calm tone, before his eyes caught on the figure behind him. It was like a switch flicked and his sweet features scrunched up under the confusing sourness of seeing a familiar face. A face that was just different enough to confuse him, but sending a painful jolt through his nerves.

"Now that's just rude..." Daehyun muttered, seeing the youngers expression.

"I'm sorry... You just... Remind me of someone." His voice was soft, he glanced at Jimin who smiled reassuringly. There was a silent question in the younger of the two's eyes, grip on the door having tightened under the conflicting thoughts that were ricocheting in his mind