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IM BACK BITCHES

read a/n at the end of chapter

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*Jimin's POV*

We had arrived at Minseok's parent's house. The rain had stopped, but it was still soaking wet outside. Brisk wind blew into the soaking wet trees, causing droplets to fly through the air.

Minseok walked over to the side of the car and opened the door. I stepped out onto the wet concrete, nearly slipping. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, catching me.

"Watch out, Jiminie." He giggled, shutting the door and walking me to his house. I was still soaking wet and freezing.

He opened the door to his house; I stepped inside and took in the warmth.

"Come on, my room is up here. We need to get you out of those clothes and into some dry ones." He smiled, taking my hand and walking me up the stairs.

He opened the door and we stepped in. He had a large bed, covered in black and white striped  sheets. On his walls were a couple Blue Exorcist posters and one giant Attack on Titan poster.

"Thank y-you," I stuttered, still shivering, "you didn't h-have to do this."

"Don't worry about it, it's alright. You didn't need to be out in the cold." He said, handing me a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I grinned and took them. 

"Where is your bathroom?" I whispered, still shaking.

"Right across the hall." He answered. I bowed my head and walked out, opening the door to the bathroom. I changed and walked back to his room, then sat on the bed next to him.

We sat in silence. I stared at my hand and bare feet. Why would he take me in? Why would anyone want me?

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?", he asked, placing his hand on my thigh. I shivered at the warm touch of his hand. I took two breaths in and got up the courage.

"Min Yoongi." I whispered, trying so hard not to let the tears spill over. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down.

"Yoongi? Why? What did he do?" He asked, turning towards me.

I giggled. "It's more what he didn't do." I sniffled, sliding back on the bed and crossing my legs. "I love him, Minseok. I love Yoongi to death. He's always been there for me. He makes me beyond happy, he makes me laugh when I can't, he calms me down from my panic attacks." By now, I was blubbering and sobbing once again.

Minseok slid beside me and cradled me in his arms for a while. I let myself cry into his jumper, letting all my depression out that I've kept up for so long.

He rubbed circles on my back, softly rocking me back and forth while humming a tune.

"Does he know? Does he know how you feel?" Minseok asked, petting my hair. I shook my head and sat up. He ran his fingers through my hair, which made my breathing level out.

"He doesn't know. And that's what hurts. It really fucking hurts. I'm too scared to tell him, because I don't want to ruin our friendship. But I also madly want to be with him." I held my head in my hands and counted my breaths.

Why is this so fucking difficult? I've known him almost all my life but I'm scared to even talk to him.

"Isn't Yoongi straight?" He asked. I looked up and nodded.