Fat •Jihope•

XXIV

I need to get out

Hoseok thought as he looked down at the younger male. The flashbacks to that day changed the words he wanted to say originally. Jimin's face was blank, he knew that Hoseok never actually liked him. Hoseok couldn't bare looking at Jimin anymore. So he left. Leaving Jimin alone.

Sad and heartbroken.

Hoseok barged out of the house. Hearing people ask him where he was going, but he didn't answer them. He kept walking far away from the house. Somewhere where he could distract himself.
A part of him wanted to turn back.

"AhhhHhhH!!!!"

Jimin yanked on his pink locks of hair. Screaming all the emotions he was holding back. Hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he fell down on his knees. The scene of Hoseok telling him that he didn't like him replaying in his mind. He knew it, he always did.

"I..I hate you..J-Jung H..Hoseok."

He choked out. The words bitter and almost true, but he knew he could never actually hate him...

"I hate what you did to me!"

He stood up with a jolt. Grabbing the nearest item and chunking it at the door. The book he threw hit the wall with a thud and hit the ground. He kept throwing things, screaming every time before he chunked something. He stopped looking at the mess he made. He looked at himself in the mirror he had on the wall. He was a mess...

"I HATE YOU!!!"

He yelled at his reflection, grabbing a small stool and throwing it at the mirror. The stool hitting the mirror making it shatter into a million pieces. He breathed heavily. He could hear footsteps coming closer to his room. He looked at the door, whimpering at the sound of the footsteps.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do it'

His vision was blurred with tears. The only thing he could see at that moment was the door swinging open. He fell back, falling on the ground out of fear. Putting his knees towards his chest and a covering his face with his hands. I'm sorry...
He could hear the footsteps getting closer to him. They stopped in front of him, he felt someones hand on his shoulder. He jumped at the contact scooting back and sobbing loudly.

"I'm sorry,I'm sorry! I didn't mean to break it!! I..Im sorry!! P...please d-don't hurt m..me again!!"

His body shook violently as he thought about the past. This all seemed so similar,but it wasn't. He felt arms wrap around him in a hug. The hug felt safe to Jimin, it felt welcoming. He stopped shaking,snapping himself out of the past and into the present. Tears still flowing down his cheeks as he held onto the persons shirt. Not looking up to see who it was until they spoke.

"It's okay Jiminie, calm down. No one is going to hurt you. It's just me, Taehyung."

A small sobbed escaped out of Jimin's lips as he held Taehyung's shirt tighter, his knuckles turning white. Taehyung heard the noise from his room, still trying to calm down from yelling at Hoseok. He wanted to go into his room but Jungkook held him back saying that Jimin needed space,but after hearing the shattering he couldn't leave Jimin alone anymore. He hates seeing his best friend like this.
Jimin tried to stop crying, knowing that his best friend was suffering from seeing him like this.

"I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean t..to worry you."

Jimin croaked, his voice raspy from yelling.

"Don't be sorry...You don't need to be sorry..you never need to be sorry.."

Taehyung voice was firm, he choked back his tears because he had to be strong for Jimin. Taehyung stopped hugging Jimin, holding his arm to help him up.

"Come on..I'll help you clean up."

Taehyung smiled slightly at Jimin. Jimin's face being all puffy and red, tears streaks on his cheeks. Jimin looked at Taehyung.

"O..Okay.."

As Taehyung began picking up random items around the room Jimin thought to himself...

I really wish it was Hoseok...

{A/N: Vmin so cute ㅠㅠ, also thank you for 7k reads :D I can't even believe it!}

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