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Yoonmin ~ I love you?

I wandered the halls quietly, no matter how many times I tried to clear my head of him, he always came back. Sometimes it was fun, others it wasn't. His now blue hair, his gummy smile and personality... he's perfect. Everything about him is perfect, but he doesn't even know who I am.

He'll never know who I am because I'm too scared to talk to him.

I'm Jimin, Park Jimin. Your average depressed gay man... it sounds bad when I put it that way.

"Jimin? What're you doing outside of class?" I froze when a familiar voice was heard. "Jimin?"

"I- I'm okay.. I- mean that-" I turned around and saw him, he was looking at me with a curious and concerned face.

"Are you scared? Did something happen?" He asked and I shook my head. I always make a fool of myself around him...

"I'm sorry- I just-" I drew in a breath, "Yes I'm fine, I just needed to be away from people for a while... wait... you know me?"

Yoongi laughed, "Of course I do, I was worried when you didn't show up." A small blush appeared on my face, he was worried for me...

"Y-you were w-worried? B-but why?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Because I thought something happened to you .." Yoongi pulled me into a hug and I froze up, "I'm glad you're okay."

"I-" No matter how many times I tried to talk, nothing came out of my mouth.

"Are you alright?" He asked and I nodded, Yoongi smiled and pulled away, "That's good, should we get to class?" I nodded again and he lightly held my hand and walked me to my class.

"Thank you," I smiled and walked into the class. "Sorry for being late... I had to talk to a teacher."

Lies.

"That's okay, sit down." I sat down at the back of the class and pulled out my notebook, I sighed and continued to write what I was writing last night.

You always feel empty, you always feel alone. You feel like the scars you created mean nothing so you make more, but then you feel worthless.

And there's only one person that can stop that feeling, you don't know whether it was love or not, but you know that they never leave your mind. They always make you smile and you finally begin to feel like a human with a purpose.

And I finally think I've found that person, I don't know if it's love, I don't know what it is about him.... but he means everything to me, he makes me feel like I'm worth it.

I closed the notebook and smiled sadly, "Jimin, would you like to tell the class what you were writing?" The teacher said and I froze, the door opened and a teacher cane inside.

"Park Jimin, I would like to see you in my office. You're not in trouble," I packed my stuff and walked outside slowly, "Do you know a Min Yoongi?" The teacher said as we walked to his office.

"Yes, why?" I asked, concern could've been heard in my voice if I didn't clear my throat before I talked, "Did something happen?"

"I think you might want to see for yourself..." He opened the office door and my eyes widened at what I saw, Yoongi was sat on the floor with tears streaming down his face, I noticed he wasn't wearing his leather jacket and that's when I saw them.

He draws too.

"Y-Yoongi...?" I whispered walking into the office, I reached out to touch his shoulder but he jumped up.

"Don't... don't touch me!" He yelled, "Don't look at me!"

I looked at the floor and felt tears coming on, I was such a big cry baby. "Yoongi... what happened...?"

"I fell apart Jimin..." I heard something metal hit the floor and I looked up to see what it was, a bloody blade was by Yoongi's feet and my tears fell, "I don't want you to see me like this..."

"Yoongi..." I sighed and took off my jacket, I looked at him with blurry vision, "It's okay..." He looked at me with a sad face, I couldn't say anything else otherwise I'd make him feel worse.

"Jimin I am so sorry, I fell apart and I shouldn't have but I did and-" He looked at the fresh cuts on his wrist, "I gave up on my fight, you were the only reason I was smiling and then- then someone told me that you said you hated me and I just-"

"Who told you that? I- I've never hated you and I never will, it was quite the opposite..." I stepped forward a little but Yoongi stepped back. "It's okay..."

"Not it's not! If it was okay do you really think I'd be here? Bleeding out of self inflicted cuts?! No Jimin! I want to fucking die and you're the one stopping me!"

"Do you really think I'd let you die?" I mumbled, "Do you really think I'd let my only friend... my goddamn baby... die?!" I screamed, "Of course I won't!"

"Well let me! Let me leave this shitty fucking world that I have no reason to be in! I don't help anyone! I make them feel worse..." Yoongi bent over and picked up his blade, he held it to his wrist, "You have ten seconds to leave... or you're witnessing something no one should."

I didn't move, instead I said something I wasn't expecting to say for a while. "Yoongi... you're my reason to live... you're the person that popped into my head when I was stood on top of my apartment building ready to jump. You're the voice that told me not to." I started to shake, "You never leave my mind, you never fail to make me smile. I don't know what it is about you... but you saved my life whether you know it or not."

"J-Jimin..." I took the blade off of him, he looked into his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay.. you're okay." I repeated this over and over again, I repeated this over and over again until he fell asleep on the office sofa. I repeated this until he couldn't hear me say, "I love you."

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That night I heard a knock on my door, I threw on a jacket and went to open it, "Yoongi?"

"Hey.. you're not busy are you?" His voice was hoarse as if he had been crying.

"No, no... come in, what happened?" I closed the door, Yoongi sat down on the sofa and I sat down next to him.

"My parents... they kicked me out," He sighed, "I'm sorry for bringing this onto you but do you mind if I just- get it out?"

"No I don't mind at all, I'm all ears."

"I like music... and I'm trying to take it up so I talked to my parents about it and... they don't approve.. at all," A tear  rolled down his face and my heart ached, "I tried to talk some sense into them but they continued to say no and then I pushed it, I asked again.. and my mother said.. to get out her fucking house and now I have no where to goddamn go." I pulled him into a hug.

"You can stay here..." I said, "My parents don't live here, I have a spare bedroom-"

"Are you serious?" He said smiling a little, I nodded, "I could kiss you right now."

A blush appeared on my face, I leaned in and kissed him. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I knew you'd do it first..."

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