day fourty eight:
"Tae, how could you?" The broken boy cried out.
The said male jumped off of Hoseok, his secret lover. The one who left hickeys up and down his neck.
Hoseok. One of Jimin's old friends. Who abandoned him and left him feeling alone.
The kind of alone where it hurts you, destroys you, echoes your thoughts because there's nothing but silence.
The type of alone where you ache and yearn for human contact. You're left to your unkempt thoughts that keep telling you you're worthless. The kind where you feel empty, like there's nothing in you.
No fire burning, no reason to push past anymore, and that sickened Jimin. How could they do this to him?
When he was already broke up into dozens of pieces. Just a grain of fucking salt. A tiny spec of sand. He felt like nothing.
He had nothing now, thanks to them.
"I-I'm sor-"
"Don't talk to me, Taehyung! Get out! Just get the FUCK out!" Jimin screamed, thrashing his arms, losing self control.
Hoseok's face wretched up in horror at the scene. Taehyung grabbed his arm and they left the room, both of them feeling regret stabbing at every corner of them.
Once they were safely gone, Jimin broke out into uncontrollable sobs.
"It shouldn't have to end like this. It shouldn't have to end like this." He to repeated himself over and over.
He felt numb.
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letters to you。「yoonmin」{COMPLETED} (#wattys2018)
Fanfictionin which jimin leaves letters for his dead boyfriend yoongi.. or so he thought. © 94KHOP
