Two of You (Vmin)

Pain. (14)

Pain comes in many forms and attacks with different intentions. Pain is physically seen but also mentally hidden. As humans, we grew up slowly becoming more tolerate to pain, some more than others. Pain is like stairs, a staircase to the end of your life. With every step you take, the higher the fall becomes but the less you complain. Some feel numb and let fear devour their bodies, uncaring of what lies in the end of those skyscraper stairs. We all die sometime in our lives and the feeling of emotional or physical pain must come along with living. Hold onto the railings and hope your last step isn't going to be your next. Just know that sometimes, you're able to build your own step, to keep going.

My fingers clutched the soft warm bedsheets, pulling them up to my chin in the hopes to keep the radiating warmth that lingered. I intended to take in a deep breath and exhale letting the tense muscles loosen up, however, that breath was cut short. The soreness in my throat combined with the sudden cold air had my chest convulsing as I went into a coughing fit. Instantly, I sat up, trying to bring this aching pain in my chest to a halt but also the squeezing of my lungs. Thankfully, it stopped just in the time the door of the room swung open.

"Jimin! Are you okay?"

It was Taehyung, of course. It made sense why the bed sheets had his scent radiating off them, it made complete sense why every mental pain seemed to vanish even though a sickness was physically eating at my insides. I watched him advance towards me, eyes on alert but body language was hesitant. Even though it was his own bed, he approached with almost fear like. I waited, waited for him to comfortably place himself on the bed. His eyes were so clearly full of worry, shimmering in the lack of light bouncing off the walls of the room.

We stayed like this, silent staring at each other absorbing each other's company as we do know it won't last very long. I felt warmth press against my palm, strands of hair seep through the gaps of my fingers and this snapped me out of the gaze I had locked with him. It shocked me back into reality, back into the fact I subconsciously brought up my hand to sit in his messy locks.

I wanted to draw it back but Taehyung's own hand enveloped mine, moving it down to press against his cheek, so he could lean into my touch. I watched him as he closed his eyes, sighing deeply nuzzling impossibly closer to the warmth in my palm. Heat built up in my cheeks, a warm fuzzing filling filled my stomach along with the beating in my chest to now be heard in my ears. I didn't mean to tense up but when he moved my hand down to press his lips against the wounds painted on my knuckles, but I did.

His eyes quickly came into display, worried he scooted closer to me, clasping my hand in his left hand while the other shot up, pressing under my hair and onto my forehead.

"You're all red." He whispered, searching the eyes that would not tear away from his.

He looked so beautiful like this. No worries, no edges on his face being folded in stress. He looked so relaxed. Those bright eyes were soft, mesmerizing to stare at. He was at ease, in peace- happy. Like a slow simmer, all those emotions built up managed to over-flow. The palm of his much larger hand not sits on my cheek, his body comfortably close. I physically did not want to swallow the suffocating lump in my throat, instead, I allowed my heavy eyes to close, to feel his hand grow warmer, to notice the amount of pain that pulsed in my throat. I allowed burning tears to fall past my eyes, to embarrassingly slip through the curves in Taehyung's hand.

You know those happy tears, those tears of relief? Those beautiful blessing tears that feel so relaxing to let out. Those ones that don't choke you, that don't press stones into your lungs. It's those tears I've longed to let out, those tears that stopped me from finally feeling somewhat- okay. Those tears that carry away the pain that pierces at every single cell in your already rotting body.

"Holy- Jimin! Hey. Don't cry. What's wrong?"

I didn't respond, simply lowered my head allowing gravity to do its work and drop those tears onto the bed sheets that were draped on my knees. I heard Taehyung shuffle closer, his hands combing through my hair before they slid behind my back, pressing firmly onto my shoulder blades, pulling me into a hug.

We stayed like this, allowing me to silently let out those longing tears. I closed my eyes, feeling his chest rise, pressing against mine, hearing the soft sounds of his breath passing his lips. Memorizing the soft scent that filled the room, that filled my lungs with relief. But every good moment needs a spoiler.

There was a silent knock, a soft knock, barely able to be heard and if we weren't as quiet as we were, it would not have been heard by us. Taehyung was hesitant to pull away, I could easily tell why. I felt it too, I didn't want his warmth gone, didn't want to suffocate again because I knew, I was aware, completely aware of the horrid fact these moments never last with me.

I'm a negative charge on a magnet and the worst thing is that Taehyung also is. We desire for one another however, there is this dense force pushing us apart. I watched as he left the room, leaving me for a few seconds contemplating if I should follow suit, though, my body seemed to automatically follow even though my mind was still trying to structure reasons to do so.

Taehyung was already standing before the guest, body blocking any view for me to grasp who it was but when his voice tore through the silent air, my heart instantly dropped. Palms began to produce the substance sweat, his voice was strong yet had a hint of fear, words quivering every so often.

"Is Jimin here?"

With that asked, I advanced towards Taehyung, standing by his side able to lock eyes with Hoseok who took in a sigh of relief, a soft smile creeping onto his lips, eyes glossed over in pure happiness. His smile was quite addictive, contiguous and I couldn't help but return that smile. I completely forgot Taehyung was still standing by and was only reminded of his presence when his arm extended over almost protecting or stopping me, stopping Hoseok from grabbing me- if that was his intention.

"What do you want from him?" Taehyung's voice was lower, a growl it was and it made Hoseok flinch. Snapping his attention back to Taehyung who had a sinister grin painted on his angered face.

"He's going home."

My eyebrows knitted, home?

"He's been pulled out of the school."

I wanted to ask why, what, how? But my throat went too dry, my already disintegrating body was beginning to collapse before me and hearing this made me want to just sit and simply let the world I though was beginning to brighten up grow darker and darker. Hoseok looked over at me sympathetic eyes mouthing a simple sorry.

I could hear my heart in my ears and able to feel the horribly timed breathing pressing against my chest. I was trapped in my own world of pain, it was becoming harder to climb these stairs to the end of what I feel is my horrible life, they were no longer simple flights of stairs, it was climbing a mountain and with every mistake, with every eye-opening event or saying. It was an avalanche pushing me down back to where I began, soon enough giving up will be my only option, I think.

His arm shot up, fingers wrapping around his neck, pressing, slowly stopping the air from filling the lungs. Body stepped forward, chest to chest as their two pairs of distinctly different emotion filled eyes locked with one another. Fear and anger were fighting against one another and I was frozen in place until he spoke.

"Do you want me to try to kill you again? You don't take Jimin away, not again Hoseok." 

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A /N

So, shit is coming together and Jimin is slowly becoming aware of who tf Taehyung is and why the rest want to keep him away from him.

Anyway.

Until next update.

L.T