Blossom |yoonmin 18+

24.

The last chapter published is one of the drafts I lost and I'm so happy I got it back.

Months had passed since I spent that night in the meadow with Jimin and we were both doing better emotionally because of each other.

Jimin still cried a lot and sometimes he had to leave for alone time but personal loss isn't something that just goes away. His father died and I know even when he smiles the brightest he still hurts a lot. But that's why I'm here, like he said.. I saved him. From what I still don't really know.

Currently Jimin was out for some alone time. This had become a habit of his ever since his father passed. He would get irritated so easily and either storm out of the house or breakdown and leave to be alone.

He would get stressed and have to leave, he told me it was like the walls were closing in on him and the only way out was my front door. I think he still feels guilty for his fathers death. I'm thinking about getting Jimin to see a therapist because I know Jimin and this isn't him.

On the bright side Jimin had gotten the motivation to run the shop again, the flowers started dying when I took over for him and in the last week all the bright colors seemed to be pouring back into the shop that once seemed so dull. I also started buying bouquets again and pressed them when I returned home.

I was happy to have things coming back to normal with Jimin, except the times when he needed to be alone. But he's doing better and I still cook for him, I bring him meals during his work day and startle him just about everyday when I walk in and he's singing songs and tending to the colorful flowers not thinking about anything else.

Except one day I wasn't greeted with a smile, a broken vase, his puffy eyes and loud sobs filled the shop. When I rush over to him I find blood dripping from fresh cuts on his arms. Oh no baby no. I drop the food I had brought for him and hold him in my embrace. Tears form in my eyes and I wish I had known how he felt.

Jimin clings to me and covers his arms the entire walk home. I clean numerous cuts on his arms and he hisses at the stinging pain. "What were you thinking?" I ask. "I thought I deserved it, I thought it would help." He says. "Don't think like that, do you need to talk with a professional?" I ask. Jimin jerks his arm away "NO!" He shouts frightened. "I'll be fine.."

A/N
I'll be honest.. I literally have no clue why I created another problem that needed to be resolved before my planned ending but I asked some friends to read this and they all said that I should keep this chapter and that's imagination will resolve this issue. So here's your update. Thanks for reading.