Because Of You

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People always find love in the midst of the craziest situations--the question is--

Will you risk your life for it, no matter the consequences? Even if you're drowining? Even if you're burning? Even if you're hurting? Even if you're on the brink of death? Even if the person doesn't love you back?

Will you risk the pain to love them?

Will you?

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~(Madilyn Bailey: Don't You Worry Child)

Park Jimin has issues

--anger issues that he refuses to admit he has.

Park Jimin is an antsy perfectionist that needs to have everything perfect. Not good, not excellent, perfect. If it's not perfect, he'll crumble.

And by crumbled-- he'll whine, scream, cry and then fall asleep because whenever he gets angry, he gets sleepy. His brother has to be there before Jimin does something stupid like throw his phone at the wall, which he's done multiple times causing the landlord to stomp his way up the stairs, grumbling about the ear-splitting sound. Jimin will slam the door in his face and then plop to bed to fall asleep and then wake up in the morning for the whole routine to start again.

And Jiyong was getting worried.

"Fuck, hyung--I didn't mean it."

After another outburst of his anger, Jimin accidentally slapped Jiyong, immediately snapping out of his fury. He didn't mean to; he really didn't. Jimin just can't seem to control his anger nowadays and to his hyung's worries, it's getting worse.

"Hyung, I'm so-so sorry.", Jimin cried to his older brother. The latter took a deep breath, rubbing at his burning cheek. He took a step closer to the younger, smiling at him. The latter's lips quivered in shock and fear. He really didn't mean to hurt Jiyong.

The older smoothed down the younger's bleached hair, cooing at him as if he were a child.

"Maybe you should take a walk, Jimin--to calm down.", Jiyong whispered.

The younger nodded, yawning a bit at his hyung's slow strokes on his head. He had always felt so small around the older. It was like he was another father, only a bit more loving. Jimin went into his room to grab a hoodie to wear outside. Before leaving the room, he glanced at the new reminder of his sudden outburst; his wall was cracked above his bed's headboard. His eyes were droopy, remembering the shocking event.

"Jimin?", his older brother called out.

Jimin looked at his brother. He smiled awkwardly at him before shuffling to the front door. He was slipping on his pair of black vans when hands were curled around his waist.

"I'm worried about you, Chim.", his hyung's voice was shaky.

Jimin nodded knowingly,
"I know, hyung, I know."

Jimin removed Jiyong's arms away from him then opened the door to leave. He took a deep breath and proceeded to put on his hoodie to hide his shame. Jimin went up to the wall beside his door, banging his head softly.

'Since when was wearing this such a great idea?', Jimin had thought.

The latter lazily moved away from the wall to slowly descend down the stairs. He would've taken the elevator if he wasn't so ashamed of himself right now. He didn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve anything, he thought. He didn't deserve to be forgiven, especially what he had done to his older brother.