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jimin, live for me (i)

requested, this story has some distressing scenes, so please be aware while reading this!

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jimin's pov

before bts debuted, my mind was in a dark place. 

everyone around me said i wasn't good enough to debut - they mocked my dancing, criticised my weight and laughed at the idea of me becoming a successful idol.

since i left busan, no one has been there to support me. of course i'd get calls from my parents, but i said everything was going smoothly, out of fear that i'd be disappointing them.

suicidal and depressing thoughts clouded my mind, it became an unhealthy habit of mine to overwork and starve myself.

why am i like this?
just end it

no one believes you'll do well anyway
what's the point

it was late at night and the only thing on me was a thin top and some ripped jeans - money was really tight and i had to spend it all on rent and transportation.

i crept up to the roof and unlocked the door, the cold wind caused goosebumps all over my skin. 

my feet carried my body to the edge of the building and i looked down, the only thing lighting the street at the bottom was a dim street lamp.

this was it, this was the time to end it. 

my arms automatically spread out like wings and i took a deep breath - it was literally going to be my last.

i lent forward and then you saved me.

y/n's pov

you worked the night shift at a bar, you didn't really enjoy it but it got you by.

you we're wiping the bar top down when you coughed and sneezed. 

"yah, y/n you look pale" eunwoo said, he said while cleaning the pint glasses. "i'll do that, you go home and rest" he looked up from the glass and smiled.

"aw really? thanks, i owe you one" you said with a blocked nose, you sniffed as you put your fluffy coat and scarf on. 

"bye then!" you say to eunwoo. "bye, get home safe!"

you nodded as you walked out the bar doors, it was really dark and it honestly scared you a bit.

as you were walking along, you heard a noise. it sounded like... someone crying?

you looked around you and behind you but nothing was seen.

then you looked up and you saw a saw a black silhouette of a man standing on a building.

it was obvious what he was doing, he was going to try and end his life.

you ran towards the building and open the glass doors, they were open probably because the guy forgot to lock it.

you sprinted up the stairs and arrived at the roof door, you pray and hope that he hasn't jumped yet as you open the door.

the sudden click of the door made him whip his head round.

"don't do it.." you didn't know what to say to calm him - this was a new situation for you. what could you possibly say to stop man doing such a drastic thing. "please don't do it, you have so much to live for, i'm sure of it"

your eyes teared up at the thought of what this poor guy must've gone through to the point where he felt the need to end his life.

" just.. go away.." he barely whispered. you slowly walk towards him in hopes of not scaring him, he quickly notices what your doing and steps onto the edge of the roof.

"just stay back!" he yells, you flinch from his harsh voice. 

"ok.. ok, how about we talk about it? come down from the edge and let's talk about it." you calmly said.

"you don't know me and what i've been through" he said between his sobs. 

"i know, i know, but i can tell you've been through so much.. you just need a person to tell these things to.." you try to talk in the sweetest tone possible to not add any more negativity into the situation. yelling and shouting and him would just do him worse.

"you can tell me whatever you want and whenever you want, i'll be there for you" 

he looks up from the ground and stares at you with teary eyes, you walk slowly towards him and reach you hand out.

he shivers as he reaches his hand out, hesitatingly. 

the minute your hand and his hand make contact, he collapses into your arms and breaks out crying. 

"i'm sorry.. i'm sorry" he cries heavily into your shoulder and you stroke his back to calm him down.

you decided that since you lived not far from the building, you would take him to your house. you didn't want to leave the stranger alone in fear he'd try to attempt suicide again.

after you reached your home, you decided to give him a thick blanket, since he was only wearing a thin top and made him a mug of hot chocolate.

"so, what's your name?" you plopped yourself next to him on the sofa. you looked at his face, his eyes were still red from crying.

"j-jimin" he weakly says, still traumatised by his own actions.

"well, jimin, i'm y/n" you say in a happy tone, you didn't want to make him even more upset.

the silence grew between you two, you looked at him once more, he was kinda cute.

"erm.. so jimin, do you have any hobbies or anything?" you say, trying to make a conversation.

"dancing, i guess.." he quietly says.

both of you kept discussing the little things that interested him and by the end of the night, you were both extremely close, sharing personal experiences and stories about each other not even close friends knew.  

little did you both know, something more would grow between you...

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