Crazy about you [COMPLETE]

30- Shut up and sit back down.

«Good morning! I hope you're having a nice day!».

Jimin looked up at the waiter and sighed: though the girl behind the counter had greeted him with a bright smile, he really couldn't bring himself to return it; he muttered his order and let a great tip fall on the girl's palm, hoping that it could make up for his rudeness, and he sneaked off as soon as he had his cup in his hands.

He reached a table in the back of the local, placed his cappuccino on top of it and flung himself down onto one of the big vintage armchairs provided by the place, rubbing his eyes as if the gesture could magically fix his messed up look: shaggy hair and dark rings under his eyes as reminders of his previous night an now just a public display of his drama, plus, instead of being comfy, his baggy sweatpants and his worn out t-shirt would only make him feel smaller and miserable.

According to his friend's motto, Jimin had done is best to dress up that morning -“There's a million fish in the sea, cutie, but you are a fucking mermaid, never forget about it.” as Taehyung used to say- but his positivity had been immediately erased when he had first noticed another 10 messages from Yoongi: he had felt again that bitterness at the back of his throat and had thrown his favourite skinny jeans at the “Good vibes only”poster on his wall, wrapping himself up in the first pieces of clothing that would hide the last fading hickeys on his body -hell, for how long he would have to deal with them? As if the simple memory of Yoongi wouldn't make him desperate enough, those dark bruises would make their appearance every time he'd find himself naked before a mirror, making him feel even worse.

“You're a mess. And not even a hot one.” his self-esteem mocked, making his eyes water, but luckily his phone buzzed in his pocket before he could give in to those dangerous thoughts.

JIN – 10:05 _ *Where are you?*

JM – 10:05 _ *Big armchairs near the stereo.*

Jin appeared 5 minutes later, his huge shoulders hidden under a pink hoodie and his long legs wrapped up in a pair of baby blue jeans; he settled his unicorn frappuccino on the small table and sat on the armchair in front of Jimin, letting his black bag fall on the floor next to his feet.

A young waiter with an old fashioned bow tie approached them and cheerfully asked if they wanted something to eat: the hyung asked for a cinnamon roll and the guy obliged with a smile.

When his sweet arrived, Seokjin took his time to give him a bite, before eventually looking up at the kid: «So, – he began – what did you want to talk about?».

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« … and now I don't know what to do 'cause of course I still love him and he probably doesn't even care. He's just worried 'cause he's lost his chance to fuck around with me. God, I can't even believe I trusted him in the first place. And I … I don't know I thought that maybe talking with you could help me somehow, like, maybe you could give me any tip but now I just feel stupid 'cause how could you help me with this? Your relationship with Namjoon-hyung is so perfect. I bet I'm just bothering you. I-I should go. I sh-».

«Shut up and sit back down.» Seokjin cut him off before he could actually leave.

The kid simply did as he had been told to: too tired to complain, he curled himself up in the armchair, holding back the tears his monologue had brought back up -the big cushions made him look so small and scared that the hyung quietly took his time to look for a tissue in his bag and hand it to him before talking again.

«My relationship … – he began, a tiny smile on his lips as his gaze wandered across the cafè – My relationship is perfect. It is now. – he sighed, focusing back on Jimin – It's been four years. Four years together, you know? And everything is just so great that most of the time I forget that we almost broke up forever before the end of our first year.».