as everyone around me smiles and puts on a show, i crumble as my happiness fades into lies and self harm.
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"don't cry over that sadistic bastard jimin." yoongi spoke as he embraced the sobbing brunet, not quite used to comforting people. he was more of a 'let's have a quickie and walk separate ways' kind of guy.
but he didn't even hesitate to open up his arms when a crying jimin burst into the shop.
"come on baby, you don't need him. i saw it when he scared you at my parents party, i'm not blind. you have every right to be scared of him. but don't cry because now you're out of danger." yoongi wiped away the streams of pearlescent tears from the chubby cheeks of the younger, smiling internally when jimin wiped his eyes with small fists.
he looked like a broken child, adorable but so saddened at the same time. cold yoongi shouldn't think of people as 'cute' or 'adorable'.
but he did.
and jimin wasn't just any person that stayed for a lust-filled night wrestling in crimson silk sheets.
he was something fascinating, beautiful and ethereal. of course people had their secrets and yoongi was still to discover what happened with jungkook.
but the elder always had the talent of being able to read people, as if they were open books for his own entertainment.
