how to never stop being sad ; ym

5. Cry

tw: I don't really wanna put a trigger warning here since nothing really happens and no one besides my 3 friends (okay actually just one of them??) reads this anyways.
But they talk about some stuff that may be triggering. But not really. If I told you what it was, it would be a spoiler and I don't want that.

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Talk down on yourself whenever possible; my life is shit because I deserve it, right? You must have done something really bad, it's nearly impossible for you to cry now.

Three days went by and suddenly, it was already Friday. Jimin didn't know why he was looking forward to going out for coffee with Yoongi, it was only coffee, really. Nothing special, and they were just friends.

So, Friday came by, and Jimin stood in front of his mirror, thinking about whether or not his outfit (ripped blue jeans, a grey hoodie and a black jacket and brown boots) was too casual and if he should wear something that would make it look like he had everything under control, but then again it was just coffee with Yoongi. He didn't have to prove anything.

Then, suddenly, the bell rang and Jimin felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly looked around and then grabbed his phone and his purse before hurrying to his door and pressing the button to open the main entrance.
Again, he waited until he could hear Yoongi's steps on the stairs, and only then he opened the door.

And oh God, did Yoongi look good today.

"Hey," Yoongi greeted him with a short smile. His hands were buried in the pockets of his dark skinny jeans and his shoulders were slightly raised, as if he was nervous. Jimin had always hoped that one day, someone would be nervous around him. The whole gamut, with sweaty hands and stuttering and flushed cheeks and shy glances every now and then- no one ever felt like that around Jimin, of course. Why would anyone? Jimin was just too ordinary, too unspectacular.

He could imagine that people felt like that around Yoongi, though.

"Hi," he finally greeted back.

"Should we go?" Yoongi asked and made a motion with his head towards the stairs. Jimin just nodded; at the moment, he wasn't really capable of doing anything else, especially not when he, after having closed the door behind him, felt Yoongi's hand on his lower back, softly pushing him forward.

"How are you today?" Yoongi asked, sounding as casually as usual.

Nervous. Excited. Shaky. Tense.

"I'm good." Jimin let out a short chuckle. " And you?"
Yoongi nodded. "Yeah, me too. Which café do you want to go to, by the way?"
Jimin shrugged. "I don't know, you can decide."

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that and smiled. "I see. You're that kinda guy."

If Jimin had told him that the real reason why he really didn't care which café they were going to was because all he wanted was to be close to Yoongi and to have Yoongi keep his hand right where it was, the older man would've probably immediately left him alone. So Jimin just chuckled nervously and silently cursed himself for reacting to Yoongi's touch like that.

'So desperate,' he thought. 'Almost pathetic.'

"Good thing that I know a place we could go to. You know, other than the shitty thing I work at," Yoongi said. Jimin grinned a little and quickly bit down on his bottom lip. He shouldn't always grin so broadly; it made him look weird.

They left the building and started walking down the road. Yoongi had removed his hand from its spot on Jimin's lower back, and Jimin immediately missed his touch.
He just hoped that Yoongi didn't notice how often Jimin accidentally bumped into Yoongi's side and how often his fingers carefully brushed against Yoongi's. Hell, Jimin didn't even know why he did that himself. There was just something so satisfying about feeling Yoongi's fingers against his own. It was probably creepy.