Secrets⇝Yoonmin

|Chapter • 28|

Yoongi's POV
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I let out a ragged breath. Apparently I hadn't pushed Sejun but scratched him. He's screaming but I don't hear it. Blood is flooding out of the four deep scratch marks in his face, I don't see it. I didn't do it. I did not do this.

I didn't! How could I have? I did it. A hysterical laugh bubbles up from my chest as I stare at Sejun. He holds the side of his face with one of my shirts. It's already soaked through with the dark red substance. He runs out of my room, assumably to the bathroom, but I hear the front door slam.

I grab my hair, pulling at it. Everyone I meet gets hurt. Everyone. I fall back on my bed, the smell of Sejuns blood fills every corner in my room. I can't find it in me to be guilty for what I did to him. He had no right to kiss me, touch me.

It's okay Yoongi. You didn't want it, so it's okay you hurt him.

A breathe of a laugh escapes me. I sigh, I want this to end. I'm being blinded, but by what? I don't know just yet. I get up, looking at myself in the cracked wall mirror that hangs on my wall. My boxers barely hang onto my frame. You can see all my ribs, my arms and legs look like sticks. How did I have the strength to do that to Sejun?

I peek my head out of my doorway, staring at the blood droplets that litter the floor to the front door. A satisfied smile crawls onto my face. Might as well live my last moments the best I can, right? I make my way to Jimin's door, which isn't that far, but I'm stumbling and dizzy for some reason.

"Jimin~" I knock on his door. I hear sniffles from inside, a flash of anger goes through me. "Hey!" I say in a loud voice, banging on the door once. I hear the door lock click. I turn the knob quickly, stumbling once again into the room. Jimin stands in the middle of the room, his lip trembling. "I'm sorry. For all of it." I sigh.

"What do you mean?" Jimin whispers, his voice hoarse. "Baby, is it that hard to get what I'm saying? Look what I made you into, what trauma and shit I've caused you, what you just saw." The weight doesn't lift off my chest as I thought it would. It gets heavier.

"I- I'm sorry too. I've been weak, cowardly. I forgive you Yoongi. For all of it." His eyes shine in an emotion that is foreign to me at the moment; love. I stand there, not knowing what to do. "Can I hug you?" He sounds nervous, I open my arms anyway. I feel his arms around me in a flash, squeezing tightly.

"Hey.." I trail off as he looks up at me. He looks like the same Jimin I met just a year ago. Innocent. Beautiful. I want that Jimin. I lean down, connecting our lips in a soft kiss. Jimin lets out a shuttered breath as we break away, connecting again soon after.

I pull away for good. "I love you Yoongi."

I wish I could say the same Jiminie.

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heya- so this is a very short chapter because its the next chapter is the LAST chapter.