how to never stop being sad ; ym

7. Love

Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love.
Watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you, don't fight it.
Become a secondary character in your own motion picture.

Jimin was glad that Yoongi had told him about everything he'd said the previous night.
He was even glad that he'd told him about Taehyung's and his own feelings for Jimin, and of course said man couldn't stop thinking about it.
He felt incredibly bad for making Taehyung believe that his crush, or whatever it had been, on Jimin would only endanger their friendship so he had to keep it a secret.

Jimin wasn't gay, yeah, but that didn't make him a homophobic asshole.

But something about the fact that Yoongi used to like him and not in a friendship kind of way made his stomach tingle and almost forced his lips to curl up into a smile.
He liked it. He liked that Yoongi used to like him that way, and secretly he was hoping that maybe, Yoongi was still liking him like that. That would explain the kiss, would it?

Jimin let out a sigh and stirred the coffee right in front of him. It was early in the morning, two days after he had met with Yoongi, and he couldn't sleep anymore.

Suddenly, the phone that was laying in front of Jimin on the table flashed up.
Someone had sent him a message.
Jimin hesitated for a moment; he was too scared that it was, again, just his mind tricking him into believing that either Jungkook or Taehyung had texted him again.
But then, curiosity took over and he grabbed his phone and quickly unlocked it.

Seokjin: We really need to talk.

Jimin frowned.
That was the thing he hated about text messages, he had no idea in what tone Seokjin would've said that. Was he mad? Or did he feel guilty? Jimin didn't know.
Besides, what did he want to talk about? Was there anything they had to talk about?

Jimin: Why?

Seokjin: Please, Jimin.

And then, after a few seconds:

Seokjin: I want to apologize.

And that was it. That was what Jimin had been waiting for, but now he almost felt bad. What exactly had Seokjin been doing wrong? Nothing. Still, he was willing to apologize.

Jimin: I'm coming over.

~

It took Jimin twenty minutes to arrive at Seokjin's place.
He could've hurried up a bit, but the sick feeling in his stomach seemed to make every single step exhausting and slowed him down a lot.
Jimin wrapped his arms around his own waist as he walked up the stairs of the row house to Seokjin's door.

Him and Namjoon had been roommates for a long time by now, so Jimin expected him to be there as well which didn't necessarily ease his nervousness.
Still, he rang the bell and waited.
Almost immediately he could hear steps approaching the door, then Seokjin opened.
And he smiled. It was faint, but it was there.

"Hey," he greeted Jimin and stepped aside so the younger could enter.
"Hi..." Jimin mumbled back, keeping his head low. Seokjin closed the door behind him.
"I hope... it's okay that Namjoon and Hoseok are here as well," he said, sounding rather uncomfortable. This made Jimin look up.
Namjoon and Hoseok both sat on the couch and looked at him expectantly.
A sigh escaped Jimin's lips. "Yeah, sure, no problem."
He walked over to the other couch and sat down there, as far away from the others as possible.
"So," he said and looked at Seokjin who leaned against the wall with crossed arms.
Everyone's eyes were on Jimin.
"Go ahead."