existence ➳ yoonmin

-eleven

"things are not quite how it should be," jimin says, deep in thought.

"but its okay as long as you remember me,"

the two are at the treehouse, jimin sitting down on the mattress, yoongi lying down with his head on jimin's lap.

"jimin... i love your voice. will you sing for me?"

"um.. okay i guess. is taeyang's eyes nose lips alright?"

"i was hoping bigbang's if you but alright."

"jeongguk's a better singer if its 'if you',"

"alright, just please sing,"

jimin pouted, "you just want me for my voice? what are you, the phantom of the opera,"

"hell no, i just want to listen to your voice. it's been a while since i heard you sing.."

jimin smiles, "fine."

jimin then sang eyes nose lips as yoongi listened to the beautiful voice.

the voice of an angel.

--

"hey yoongi, i heard that if people squint their eyes, theyll see the world more differently."

"really?"

"yeah," jimin squinted his eyes to look at the blurry forest. then he looked at yoongi and-

he doesnt look like who he's supposed to be.

"hey yoongi.. what if this isnt real?"

"in what way?"

"like.. what if it's all in my head."

"of course it is."

jimin looks at yoongi with a bewildered expression, "what?"

"but that doesnt mean that this isnt real."

"h-how?"

"well, you can feel it and you can hear it. that's enough to know that it's real."

"n-no! i mean, what if all of this is just my imagination?"

"then it would still be real. i mean, you cant feel it, see it, and hear it. why wouldnt it be?"

"well.. maybe it isnt real for anyone else.."

"so?"

"s-so... maybe you're not real,"

"what?", yoongi sat up and looked at jimin in disbelief.

"maybe you're not real."

"jimin no, that's a lie. you know that's a lie. dont say that,"

"but my parents and my psychiatrist says otherwise! they keep telling that youre not real to the point where i started doubting it too!"

"but you can hear me, see me, feel me?", yoongi desperately says as he grabbed jimin's hand and puts it on his cheek.

"they say im hallucinating,"

"a hallucination that kisses you?"

jimin kept his mouth shut.

"jimin, im real. you hear me?"

jimin withdrawed his hand and and bit his lip as he tried to think harder.

"jimin-"

"shut up, im trying to think!"

"i told you to remember me! am i really just your imagination?!"

"shut up yoongi!", jimin covers his ears, "shut up! shut up! shut up!"

"jimin, hear me out!"

"youre not real!"

"i am real!"

"youre not real!"

"jimin listen to me!"

"not real, not real, youre not rea-"

yoongi slaps jimin across the face.

silence and regret filled the atmosphere.

"d-did you just..."

"jimin- jimin oh my god im sorry, im so sorry i-"

"everyone's always fucking sorry."

yoongi bit his lip, his words backfired.

"jimin please im-"

"get away from me."

"j-jimin-",

"stay from me! leave me alone!", jimin yells as he immediately dashed to the ladder and climbed down as fast as he could.

"jimin!"

he ran and ran till he reached home.

"jimin, mrs. park was worried sick about y-"

"leave me alone, hoseok-hyung."

and with that, jimin rushed to his room and layed down on his bed.

thick tears rolls down his cheeks and stains his blanket as he continues to cry harder.

mrs. park rused to jimin's side.

"what happened?"

jimin hiccups, "yoongi, h-he hit me,"

"what?"

"i kept screaming that he wasnt r-real and he was c-crying too then he hit me," jimin sniffles.

mrs. park kissed jimin's forehead and hugged him again.

"my poor little jimin.. im so sorry..."

everyone's always fucking sorry.