Save Me [Minjoon]

Save Me

⚜️Three⚜️
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"I think we lost them." The boy huffed, walking up to the front door of his apartment.

"Thank you, so much." Jimin smiled, catching his breath.

"I'm Park Jimin."

The boy flashed him a smiled before he unlocked the door to his apartment. "Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon lead Jimin inside his small apartment.

"Excuse the mess but feel free to make yourself comfortable."

Jimin nodded after slipping off his shoes and making his way inside.

"Thank you for helping me out back there." Jimin mumbled, taking a seat on the couch.

"You're welcome. Are you hungry?"

Jimin shook his head. "I had something before I left."

Jimin grabbed his buzzing phone from his pocket, seeing Jungkook calling him. He sighed, ignoring the call and deciding to turn off his phone.

"Are you tired?" Namjoon asked, taking a seat beside Jimin on the couch.

Jimin nodded, sitting back in his seat.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine."

"I'll be right back." Namjoon stood up, leaving the room.

Jimin nodded again, resting his head back against the couch.

Namjoon walked back in a minute later, carrying a blanket and a pillow for Jimin to use.

"You could use these. The couch could turn into a bed." Jimin stood up and watched as Namjoon pulled out the bed.

"Hopefully it's comfortable." Namjoon smiled, placing the pillow and blanket down.

"This should be fine, thank you." Jimin smiled, laying down and covering himself with the blanket.

Namjoon nodded, making his way to the small hallway.

"Get some sleep. Goodnight Jimin."

"Night Namjoon."

Later that night, Jimin woke up from a small nightmare.

Sniffling as he tried to calm himself down.

The light to the living room turned on, his eyes soon adjusted to the light, he turned to see a sleepy Namjoon walking up to him.

"You alright? It sounded like you were crying." Namjoon spoke groggily.

Jimin only shrugged.

"I'm okay now." He mumbled, wiping his eyes.

"Was it about your dad?"

Jimin nodded, sitting cross legged on the bed.

"It was about what happened today, about what my father said.. but my brother turning on me as well."

"What did your father say?" Namjoon asked, sitting beside Jimin as he ran a hand through his own hair.

Jimin sighed, pulling the ends of his long sleeve to cover his hands.

"He called me a useless child." Jimin mumbled, glancing down at his hands.

"He said he wished that my younger brother was born first since he's the better son than me." Jimin began to tear up again.

"In my dream, that happened but my brother was there too. Saying I was a horrible brother and he wished I wasn't his hyung."

Jimin wiped his cheeks, sniffling bit.

Namjoon stood up to grab some tissue on the coffee table, handing it to Jimin he sat down beside him again.

Jimin wiped his eyes then blew his nose.

"I'm sure your brother doesn't think that."

Jimin nodded.

"Get some rest." Namjoon moved the blanket, letting Jimin lay down and tucking him in.

Jimin smiled. "Namjoon, how old are you?"

"Twenty one."

"Eighteen. Goodnight hyung."

Namjoon chuckled, ruffling Jimin's hair before standing up and making his way back to his bedroom.

"Goodnight Jimin."

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