- third person narrative -
these memories were the worst, cutting jimin's insides as if they were shards of glass.
he inhaled sharply, finally lifting his head off the headboard, straining his aching neck as he peered down at yoongi, who had his head on jimin's lap, wrapped in profound sleep.
jimin clasped yoongi's hand tightly, who grunted in response, shifting his body slightly. jimin slid his legs off the bed, tucking pillows underneath yoongi's head and pulling a thick quilt over his shoulders.
he brushed a thumb over yoongi's cheekbone.
"stay healthy and dont fall sick," he whispered, "i never thought i would say this- i love you, yoongi. but-" he adds, choking back sobs as a lump in his throat formed.
"but- im sorry." he muttered, overcome with his emotions.
jimin pried his hand off yoongi's, their fingertips grazing each other for what seemed to be the last time.
as jimin gathered his belongings and headed to the door, he turned his head to look at the peacefully sleeping yoongi in the right moment, catching him murmur something along the lines of, "i love you, too."
jimin opened the door softly, stepping outside to find his boots covered in snow. he sighed softly, a small smile creeping onto his face, the creases of his mouth upturning unnoticeably, wrapping his scarf around his neck tighter and glancing into the house, memorising how it looked. after all, it would be long before he returned.
as soon as he shut the door, he walked away, his feet leaving imprints on the floor as he begun to cry again. great sobs racked his body, as he trudged away in the cold, cold snow, the frigid air penetrating his skin, chilling his blood, sinking into the marrow of his bones like wet concrete.
yoongi shifted in his sleep, finally awakening to the steady hum of the cars outside.
"jimin? where are you?"
