~first love~ |yoonmin|

08.

Yoongi's POV

"Thank you so much for keeping this safely and returning it to me"

"Of course hyung, why wouldn't I?" Jimin spoke excitedly, Yoongi coming to learn that's just the way the younger spoke.  "Even if it was only an excuse to talk to you again" he mumbled, hoping the elder didn't hear his sudden confession.

"Do you mind if I ask what it is, I mean you don't have to tell me, it's just that I was curious and I didn't even open it yesterday, I promise and I just wanted to know more about you..." he trailed off.

"Umm, it's actually just something that belonged to someone important to me..." Yoongi pauses, unsure of how to continue. He had never told anyone what the box contained and why it was so important to him and he didn't even know how the first part slipped out and to a complete stranger at that.

Jimin waited, anticipating a glance into the boy that's been on his mind and his subconscious frequently. He didn't pry further, not wanting to make the other uncomfortable.

"Uh, that's it actually, I think I should go" Yoongi, slightly thankful that the hyper boy didn't ask any further questions. He didn't want to speak any further about his past, his feelings, about her. His throat constricted the way it does when he has to face his emotions when he has to face how weak and pathetic he is. His face flushed trying to hold back the small drops of salt and incapacity that threatened to slip and show vulnerability to the small boy in front of him. He turned around with all intention to run to his space and allow himself to feel, alone, but was stopped by an unexpected force.

He felt small fingers grip his wrist rather tightly, holding him back from escaping into himself. He turned to face the younger, his wrist still held, when the younger felt the uneven skin beneath his soft fingers. Yoongi sensed this movement, realising his frail imperfections, his stories could be seen and noticed by Jimin.  He yanked his hand back with authority, but his eyes met the floor with shame, not willing to look at the eyes that might have held pity, fear or disgust. He didn't want the younger's opinion of him to be less, for some reason, he wanted to be held high by him.

"Have lunch with me." He heard, eyes still trained on the floor, afraid. He didn't want Jimin to have to associate himself with him. He didn't want to tarnish whatever reputation he had because of his sorry figure. He felt his drops of sadness and anguish slip out further. He continued to stare at the floor. He simply refused by shaking his head and turned and walked away, before breaking into a run through the doors of the building. Feeling of guilt clouding his view.

He ran and ran, till he was surrounded by the familiarity of loneliness. He dropped to his knees, covered his face and sobbed. Today had been too much for him. Too many emotions that he wasn't ready to face. Too many memories he wanted to erase.

He just wanted to feel better. To heal better

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