DANGER // YOONMIN

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-jimin's point of view-

my sun,

my light,

the only one who understood me,

had left.

but you, my dear yoongi did not leave on purpose,

no,

it was all built up,

like the snowball effect,

one thing after another happened,

and then you left.

every time I met with you, the glimmer in your eyes would diminish,

your smile wasn't as full as the first time I had seen you,

so I was going to your house to see what was going on,

when I pulled up to your house,

I could hear screaming through the thin, red, wooden door,

and I paid more attention to the words being uttered.

insults.

you,

and your dad,

fighting.

it didn't make sense to me at the time because you always assured me that you were fine, that everything was fine,

and looking back it was so obvious that everything wasn't fine,

that you were cracking at the seams,

and I selfishly put my own problems on-top of yours.

I never ventured into your home,

I just left because I felt as though going inside would only cause tension between you and I.

that was the first of many things that were weighing you down that I found out about by myself.

the next day, your father had invited me in and I was about to go into your room,

but there was a muffled sound that beat at irregular intervals,

crying.

you were crying,

and I didn't go in,

I didn't help you because I never knew what to do in situations like that.

I left again,

but I couldn't shake it from my head,

so I called you.

and you told me that everything was fine,

and in some twisted way I believed you,

I didn't bother you with the subject anymore and just let it slide.

later I found out that your parents were getting a divorce,

and that it hit you harder than they thought it would.

the next time I saw you, yoongi, you were different,

more quiet than usual,

all of the light had left your eyes,

your eyes resembled mine,

dull and lifeless.

you wore so many bracelets too,