This pain | jjk + oc

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(Namjoon's pov)
I run faster than I ever had. The adrenaline I got from the sight I saw when I walked through the door was unbelievable. As I make it to the window, I wrap my arms around the waist of the boy I think of as a son of my own -a brother- and pull him off the window seal and onto his bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?!?!" Jimin screams at the younger boy that I'm hugging from behind, holding him down to the bed for dear life, he scene replaying in my head over and over.

I close my eyes as tight as possible, and tighten my squeeze on the boy, as my heart try's to slow down.

I won't lie, I was so scared when I saw him there. Knowing that if I hadn't caught him fast enough, or if I were to accidentally push him when I'm trying to grab him, or maybe even if I had scared him when I opened
the door which causes him to fall off, he would be dead because of me. I could have lost him. My boy.

I'm so glad I caught him. I'm so glad I have him in my arms right now instead of looking out the window, and possibly seeing his lifeless body. But now, I can feel his breath. He's alive.

"Jimin,"

I start off,

"You can leave now. Clearly we shouldn't have allowed you to watch him, since you left him here alone in a three story building, with a window, knowing he's suicidal."

I release my hold on the boy, and stand up. Brushing off my jacket, as if he got something on me.

Jimin says a few "but-but"s before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

"Okay, now. It's time for you to talk to me. Let out everything inside, and tell me how you feel." I sit in the chair that I assume Jimin was sitting in, and wait for an answer from my friend.

"You're not my fucking therapist." He scoffs, and lays down on his bed. Eyes shut, and arms on both sides of him.

"No, I'm not. But I am your friend. A friend who wants to help his friend. So please, let me help."

"I don't need any fucking help!" He snaps at me with a loud voice.

"Okay, then I won't help. But I at least want to know what's going on inside your head. I won't give you any advise, I won't make you go to the doctors, or to a therapist, I just want to hear you out."

He sighs, as he sits up, looks straight at me, and crosses his arms.

"Okay, fine. First of all; you're not my friend. Non of you are. I don't need friends. I had one, and now she's gone, probably because of Jimin."

"How come it's Jimin's fault?"

"Because he doesn't want me dating her. He's secretly in love with her, I know it. He's lying. She's not dead, he just wants her for himself. He's selfish. He's evil."

"Jungkook, He loves her, yes. But as a sister. He wouldn't do this to you just so he could be with her. He's sad as well. In fact; he's all alone. Just like you. He had her, and he had you, but she's gone, and you're leaving him. Blaming him. Having no friends means you're on your own, you're all alone. Is that really what you want? If you don't want friends, fine. But at least let me be your listener. Not a friend, a listener. Can we do that?"

He looks down, and tears drop from his eyes.

"Yes, please."

I get up, and walk towards his bed.

I sit on his bed in front of him,

And I wrap my arms around his upper arms.

"You don't gain a thing from misery."