Lean On Me || Yoonmin

two

an alarm is heard echoing through the plain walls

yoongi's  eyes shoot open, bloodshot and puffy, as he expands his left hand to shut off his alarm

'another sleepless night' he thinks to himself as his forces himself up out of bed, and started to get ready for school

yoongi never really had much to do when it came to getting ready, just throw on his uniform, gather all of his scattered books, and place them in his backpack 

he would never eat breakfast, or eat much at all in that matter

he just never had the motivation to make food, or never saw the purpose of it

just as he is about to walk out of the house, he spots something out the window, he turns and his eyes widen 

someone was walking up to his house, but not just anyone, park jimin, was in his yard, walking up to his house

yoongi has not seen jimin in years, his parents ended up homeschooling him, he never left the house, and if he did, it was when yoongi was gone

yoongi heads into a panic state

how do you deal with someone that you blew off years ago, and that someone is coming up to your front door

before yoongi knew it, park jimin was knocking on his door

yoongi's eyes shoot to the door, and slowly makes his way over 

he grabs the handle, takes a deep breathe and opens the door

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life is full of mysteries, unexpected events, and death

death is a very touchy topic for many

the word "death" has become numb to me for years now

after hearing it for so long, it sounds like another language to you

or at least if you deny it enough

my name is park jimin, im 16, and i live across the street from my ex best friend, min yoongi 

yet i dont talk to him

many years ago i moved countries, and moved in across the street from my soon to be best friend

we hit it off 

we were inseparable 

but that all seemed to change once death hit

my sister was killed in a car accident on the way home from work

some asshole pulled out of their drive way too fast, the seatbelt broke, and she died

she was on the way to pick me up

i was too lazy to walk home that day, so i called her

she wouldn't be dead right now if it wasn't for me

i was the reason she died

i found out almost immediately, i was sitting in the office, waiting for her to pick me up, it was getting really late

to the point of where the staff kindly asked me to just walk home

outside was dead, no children running around, no cars speeding by, no animals making noise, no wind, nothing

as soon as i turned the corner to my block, i saw police cars at my front porch step, my mother crying in my father's arms, i race up, asking all of the usual questions

what happened?

are you okay?

did anyone get hurt?

was i going to be okay?

the answer was no, nothing was okay anymore

my sister practically raised me, my parents are always out of town, on business trips, or having affairs , our home wasnt all that homey 

i turn around with tears in my eyes and spot yoongi standing at his window, staring blankly at me, then he fades back into his room

i tried texting yoongi

none of them went through 

9:30: yoongi can i talk to you a bit     not delivered 

9:32: yoongi please respond                not delivered 

9:40: i need you                                         not delivered 

thats the first time i truly felt alone in this harsh world 

i gave up eventually, i tried everything, but nothing was working

my parents put me into therapy, which was a shit storm anyways, not to mention my therapist is probably 90 years old, meaning they cant hear half the shit i say

but i have no one

no one at all

yoongi was my only friend, i care about yoongi

alot

i liked yoongi

i loved yoongi

but he threw that away

he broke my heart at the worst time in my life

and i refuse to let him hurt me again