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jimin, live for me (ii)

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you and jimin eventually got together, it was inevitable since you knew so much about each other.. and you practically lived together since he came over so often.

it was jimin that confessed to you, he went on about how you saved his life and how you gave him the confidence to retry his audition for a company called bighit.

recently, you quit your job at the bar since you got cat called constantly, it made you feel like a piece of meat. 

you stayed at home most of the time, browsing through the internet looking for new jobs. it was then when jimin came bursting through your front door, panting and sweating with a massive smile on his face.

"i got in!" he rejoices, practically jumping on top of you.

"omg really!? congrats jimin!" you smiled back, proud of how far he has come. he had changed a lot, from the boy who had been contemplating ending his life to the man who was on the journey to becoming a successful idol.

"y/n, i couldn't have done it without you.." he cuddled you, thinking of his past.

"jimin, you did this all on your own, i'm proud of you" you replied.

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after a couple of years, you and jimin were still together. jimin's group, bts, were growing as the days went by. 

recognition upon recognition kept coming their way, no group had ever achieved this before bts came along.

the fans knew about your relationship with jimin, the majority were very accepting however there were some 'fans' that despised it.

despite it only being a small percentage, it still hurt you. sometimes you would spend hours scrolling through social media reading through the tweets that had been about you.

sure they hurt your feelings, but it was nothing compared to what happened that night.

you were walking to the grocery store to pick up some things when you felt your hair get yanked back. they were throwing non stop abuse at you, while stomping on every part of your body.

'you don't deserve jimin'

'he doesn't need you'

after the incident, you feared going outside, jimin would facetime you and ask if everything was okay, it wasn't, but he didn't need to know that. you didn't want to add more pressure onto him than he already had.

the pain kept building up inside of you and you had no friends to talk to about it. 

it was on the night where you had got jumped, when you decided you couldn't take it anymore.

you went into the bathroom and filled the bathtub up with water. 

clothes still on, you crawled into it, flinching at the coldness. you poured a large amount of pills into your palm, it was ironic. the pills were supposed to help you, but now they're the cause of your death.

you swallowed them whole and sighed in relief.

before the effects kicked in, you grabbed your phone from the side and recorded your voice.

"jimin-ah, this isn't your fault. you couldn't have known what i was going through because i didn't tell you, but it was my choice. i didn't want to add more stress onto your lifestyle by making you worry about me

the emotional and physical abuse i get on a daily basis made me realise that it will never stop, but now, i'll be happy. i love you jimin.. i want you to live for me.."

you stopped the recording as the sensation of drowsiness overcame you. your whole body felt even more cold as it sank deeper into the tub.

you drifted into the darkness and you felt your whole body go limp.

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jimin's pov

i rung y/n for the 5th time and there was no answer. i was in the middle of practising a dance routine, but i grew more and more worried about her. she never rejected my calls. 

"sungdeuk-nim, can i go to the restroom please?" i asked, chugging a bottle of water.

"yeah, sure, be back quick though" he replied.

i nodded, as a response, and ran. i headed straight to y/n's apartment and knocked on her door - still no answer.

i turned the handle and strangely it was opened. fear overcame my body; thousands of possibilities raced through my min, but the reality was not what i had expected.

hurriedly, i went into her apartment, only to be greeted by the sound of a running tap; the bathroom door had a slight gap.

i creaked the door open and my knees felt weak.

y/n's body was lifeless in a tub - her natural glow had transformed into a deathly pale. the icy cold water was pouring over the tub and the ripples in the water made it difficult to see her face.

i ran to her side, uncontrollably crying, and lifted her out. she made no movement at all as she laid in my arms. 

"y/n, why would you do this?!" i screamed while sobbing. i buried my face into her neck and weeped, i knew what it felt to feel helpless and worthless, but i didn't even notice.

she had saved me, so why couldn't i have saved her? 

"jimin.. live for me"

"i will y-y/n,  i will"

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