These are the feelings of two broken soulmates that can't be together even if they are desperately infatuated with one another.
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Implies Jimin and Hoseok from the South Korean group BTS.
Inspired by the song: Sick of losing soulmates by Dodie Clark.
Jimin got out of the shower, his wet dirty blond locks dripping onto his naked shoulders. He rubbed the towel on his face and neck, trying to erase the bestial love bites still red on his sensitive skin. He hated this feeling, he hated the guilt that flooded in his blood. Even though he was trying to protect the one he adored, the only thing he did was hurt him in one of the most painful ways.
His thoughts were interrupted by a fading ringing sound that he could hear coming from his living room. He was still living with Hoseok, he couldn't bring himself to leave and his ex-lover accepted it, they made an agreement, they would wait until Jimin was ready.
"Hello Jiminie, it's Hobi. Just wanted to tell you that I left when you were in the shower, Yoongi called me in a hurry, I will come back tomorrow. I... I'm sorry if I ignored you these past days, I know that you need comfort, I should be holding you in my arms right now. But it's hard, it's hard to see you so sad, I hate seeing those marks on your skin that weren't made by me and I can't look at you without feeling Jungkook's presence. That kid is haunting me and he's not even dead."
Hoseok paused and Jimin, sitting on the floor in front of the phone heard him sighed, painfully.
"Do you know how much it hurts to know that you're leaving? I love that bright atmosphere that you put into the house, everytime I come home, I can smell the peppermint scented candles that you love to lit up in our room, it smells like cake when I enter the kitchen because you always bring pastries and sweets and it kills me to know that all of this is gonna be gone. That you're not gonna be looking at me when I wake up late, that you're not going to kiss me with the excitement of a child. Oh- oops sorry Jiminie but the traffic is clearing up, don't worry, I'm on hands-free so I won't get arrested. What was I saying again? Oh yeah, I was talking about all the positivity that you bring into my life. Don't hate me, I know you don't like it when I'm too sappy." Jimin giggled at the last comment, tears streaming down his face.
"You have flaws as well, but do you know what?" Hoseok whispered into the phone. "I love them even more. I love how different you are, how sweet you are when you see someone you like, how sassy you can be. You're a pest Park Jimin, but I love you so much. I will never be angry at you for what you did, because I know that you're not ready for that and I fully accept it. Being in a gay relationship is tough and I understand why it makes you unhappy. I will wait for you sunshine, with open arms, but breaking up is the best. I need you to experience life without having to be judged by society, dance, sing, scream, I don't mind, but be free."
The dance student picked up the phone, bringing it to his ear, silent sobs escaping his mouth, Hoseok could hear his breating through the phone and smiled.
"Hi sunshine, did you sleep well?" He said in a soft tone, still driving.
"I'm so... I'm sorry" Jimin cried, curling up on the floor. "I love you, I love you Hoseok. I never wanted to hurt you, ne... never."
"I know, Jiminie."
"I'm such an idiot, I want to stay at home, I want to stay with you. I want all those things you said, but more importantly, I want you. I hate society, I hate judgemental people, I hate myself, but I love every moments I can have with... with you." The poor boy blubbered, hiding his face in his towel, even if Hoseok couldn't see him. "Can't you come home tonight?" Jimin whispered.
"I really can't..." The brunette answered, Jimin's words still in his mind. "But call Jin hyung, he'll make you a warm soup; the one you like when you feel sick, I think we still have the ingredients at home."
"'Kay..."
"I love you, take care of yourself for me, ok?"
"I... I love you too and I will, hyung." Jimin promised, no more tears in his eyes.
The boy hung up and got up, rearranging his towel on his waist. The front door suddenly opened, making him scream like a little girl, tightening his grip around the only fabric covering him. He saw a tall man approaching him with a pink sweater, a gigantic smile on his face.
"Jiminie! I'm here to take care of you!"
"Ah! Jin hyung, stop scaring me like that! I'm not even dressed yet!"
"It's called a grand entrance" Jin huffed when Jimin ran to his room, a mad look in his eyes. "Kids are so mean these days"
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