existence ➳ yoonmin

-twelve

jimin woke up to see his mom at his door talking to someone in the phone.

jimin sat up, "mom..?"

mrs. park turns around, "oh jimin, you're awake?"

"yeah.. who are you talking to..?"

"your father. he went outside to go.. fetch some things."

jimin looks at his digital clock on the nightstand, ".. at 4am?"

mrs. park nods, "yes."

that's odd. very odd.  jimin thinks.

wait.

oh. i think i know what that means.

he probably thinks that someone raped me too so he went to the police station. probably.

"this all my fault..", jimin lets out a pathetic laugh. mr. park felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"no, no it's not. you know what, we need to talk about this. you, me, your father, mr. kim. we need to talk about what's been happening lately."

"also... that?"

"yes, that."

jimin frowns. mrs. park walks over to jimin and sat down on the bed. she places a kiss on his head, " but for now, sleep."

jimin nods and did that.

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"i dont get why we're making such a big deal out of this," jimin huffs and crossed his arms.

"why shouldn't it be?"

"i mean- it's just intercourse. i'm sure many kids in my age are doing it."

"but they do it because they like it," mr. park says.

jimin blushed, feeling embarrassed, "i-i liked it."

the room became silent. jimin felt uncomfortable.

"what's wrong..?"

"n-nothing, we just didnt expect you to like it after what mr. hong did to you..", mrs. park says.

jimin froze. "what? but he just hit me.. right?"

mrs. park gasped, "oh no.. darling,"

"mom..?", jimin gets a little scared. he looks over to his father who was comforting his mother.

"dad..?", jimin calls out in a weak small voice. what is happening?

mr. kim sighs, "im not surprised that you dont remember what mr. hong did to you. that must have traumatized you to the point where you forgot.."

"traumatized? but he just hit me..?", jimin was terrified at this point. his eyes full of fear looks at mr. kim looking at him sadly.

"well, um, yes. he did hit you. but rather.. Sexually."

jimin stops to think about the whole situation. then it started to make sense, which scared jimin more. he wishes he was wrong.

"b-but that..", jimin felt tears welling up in his eyes in confusion, "..t-that just means he r-raped me.."

"oh god, jimin.. oh no my poor baby..", mrs. park was sobbing. mr. park gently strokes her back as he whispered comforting things to her.

jimin wanted to cry at the sight. yoongi used to do that to me too.

"..why didnt anybody tell me?", jimin chokes back a sob and tries to blink his tears away.

"we didnt want to hurt you," mr. park frowns.

"remembering such a traumatic experience might trigger you and who knows what you might do," mr. Kim sighs again.

"w-we're so sorry jimin, if only i guarded you b-better, this wpuldnt happen!", mrs. park sobs as she looked at jimin with sadness in his eyes.

"e-everyone..", jimin lets out a bitter laugh as tears fell down his cheeks, "everyone's always fucking sorry,"

jimin looks down as yoongi fills up his thoughts again. he bit his lip to keep himself from sobbing as he remembers all the bittersweet memories he had with him.

"anyways, this is where 'yoongi' comes in," jimin's head snaps up and he looks at mr. Kim.

"a few weeks after the traumatic event you started talking about yoongi all the time."

"so, what about it?"

"this yoongi guy is a coping mechanism. he's not real, jimin."

"oh," jimin was a little confused but then he thought about it harder, and then it clicked.

" oh- oh no. oh no oh no," jimin's breath hitched as he grew more terrified. a rush of pain hits him as things starts to slowly fall into place.

"im sorry jimin, but this is the truth."

"b-but..", he was with me through thick and thin. we hung out together and spilled our secrets. we shared our feelings, we kissed, we made love-

was.. was it not real?

jimin's lips trembled as uncontrollable tears rolled down his cheeks one after another. he's having mixed feelings but he felt reality stab him in the chest.

all he felt was pain. unbearable pain.

jimin buries his face in his hands as he lets out a string of painful sobs.

maybe theyre right because,

nobody can prove that yoongi exists.

jimin doesnt even know his last name.