black blood

twenty three

well I woke up from my 5 hour nap and im updating again and I dont even know why lmao

also, the angst begins.

it's 4PM what am I doing with my life

thankfully yoongi didnt show up to dance class today.

jimin was so glad about it. ever since they had sex, every time jimin saw yoongi he could only imagine him naked and ready to fuck him.

and he hated that he was thinking that way again.

but then again, he wanted yoongi to fuck him over several times.

he liked that feeling.

but he just hated that he liked it.

and ever since he got so confused about that, and he got confused about his mom dating a man who was obviously taking advantage of her, his grades were falling.

but he couldn't be bothered to fix them.

and that scared him.

he didn't want to be scared. he had to tell someone. but nobody knew about anything besides yoongi. but he didn't want to talk to yoongi.

he only trusted one other person.

but would jungkook think he was weird?

there was only one way to find out.

surprisingly, hoseok didnt show up to dance class either. so jimin and jungkook could be alone and hang out at the bleachers.

"hey jungkook, I need to talk to you so do you want to hang out at the bleachers?" jimin hesitantly asks jungkook, who's changing clothes.

jimin was so nervous for some reason.

"uh... yea sure," he says, and jungkook himself was panicking. he feared jimin found out they made out at the party or that he liked him.

when they finished getting changed they walked outside to the bleachers, and jimin felt like he was going to cry.

he sat down next to jungkook and took in a deep breath.

"jungkook, I'm so scared," he says, and it was evident he was on the verge of tears. he didn't know what else to say.

jungkook immediately held his arms out, hoping he was the kind of person to feel comforted by hugs.

jimin fell into the hug, trying his best to blink away his tears.

he didnt know why he was crying.

but he just let himself. hopefully it would make him feel better.

"jimin what are you scared of?" jungkook asks softly, caressing jimins back in the most comforting way possible.

"every thing. shit happened at my old school and it made my life terrible and im scared it's happening again," he whispers.

"do you wanna tell me what happened at your old school?" jungkook asks. his voice remains soft in order to make jimin feel safe.

"well, my dad died a year before I moved here, and i was so depressed and I tried killing myself several times and I was failing school and I just had sex with several people so I could feel important to hide the fact that i was depressed but people still acted like id try killing myself any second then and I hated myself for it. I hated myself because people still saw me as a slut and an object so I moved here to change but it's happening again," he explains, and he found it so much easier to reveal those things to jungkook than to yoongi.

"how is it happening again?" he asks. jimin bites his lip.

he probably shouldn't tell jungkook he had sex with yoongi.

"my grades are falling and im losing my mom a little bit because shes dating some guy I hate and I can just feel the surge of depression," jimin says. that was the truth, after all. just not the entire truth.

jungkook hugged jimin closer. he realized it was probably bad he was taking advantage of jimin by touching him and holding him close only because he was sad.

but its not like either of them cared.

"jimin, I'm sure you'll be fine. if you ever want to come over for any reason like for studying so you can get your grades up or getting away from your mom and her boyfriend, youre perfectly welcome to," jungkook murmurs.

he was hoping he was saying the right thing.

"thank you," jimin responds. he wipes away the tears that escaped and hugs jungkook closer to him.

"jimin.." jungkook tries to get jimins attention.

was now the right moment?

"yea?" jimin asks. he holds desperately onto jungkooks bicep.

go on, tell him. you can't back out now.

"you know what, nevermind. its not important," he says, laughing it off.

jimin shrugged, deciding not to think too much about it

"you're a good friend, jungkook," jimin whispers against jungkooks chest.

the younger frowned at jimins sentence.

you're a good friend, jungkook

stage one.