>>lost<< Yoonmin

XXXVII

I flip through the pictures I took of Jimin as he peers over my shoulder. He doesn't move or make any slight indication that he likes them, but once I have flipped through them all he sits beside me at the small metal table. His eyes drift up to the patterned umbrella and I can do nothing but fidget as I gaze at him expectingly. Finally his eyes lower to mine and he has a soft smile on his face, one that squints his beautiful eyes and shows his white teeth.
"They're really beautiful Yoongi. I hope you'll send me copies of the best ones."
I nod eagerly at his words, eliciting a chuckle from him. He reaches out to me then and takes my hand in his own, running his thumb over my knuckles. It was only then that I realized I was shaking.
"We should get home. Well get sick if we stay out here much longer."
He says gently and I nod, putting my camera back in its case. We stand and he gently laces our finger together, looking straight ahead as a soft blush spreads over his cheeks. I smile and walk with him back towards my apartment, eager to dry off and snuggle into a warm blanket. We are only walking a while before Jimin's hand is yanked from mine and he stops. I quickly turn around, glaring at the cause. His girlfriend stands there, hand digging into his wrist as she holds him there, her eyes alight with rage.
"Jimin I don't know who you think you are..."
She says lowly and I stand frozen, staring at her with wide eyes. Although there are very few people on the street, I still can't believe she would do this in public. I look to Jimin who is staring at her with wide eyes, clearly afraid.
"Answer me!"
She snaps angrily and before I can react she has slapped him right across the face, leaving a look of shock and a red handprint on his gorgeous face. I quickly step forward, prying her hands from his wrists and step between them, meeting her eyes that blaze with fury.
"You have one chance to turn around and leave."
I say through gritted teeth, holding her gaze even though it sends chills down my spine. She laughs heartlessly and turns her gaze to Jimin sneering.
"Did you leave me for him? Do you think he loves you?"
She hurls the questions at him, raising her voice.
"You're wrong, Park Jimin, no one will love you! I am the only one who ever cared for you!"
She cries out, clenching her teeth as she glares at him.
"Your wrong."
He whispers, trembling as his eyes glisten, threatening to release tears. The woman laughs.
"Then where were your parents? Where has anyone been your entire life but me?!"
She's screaming now and Jimin releases the tears he's been holding back, his body shaking with sobs. My own body is trembling, from the cold and the anger that has welled up in the pit of my stomach. Before I can think about it, I slap her. My palm makes direct contact with her cheek and she stumbles back, her eyes snapping to mine, blazing with anger and disbelief.
"You're wrong."
I growl lowly, lacing my fingers with Jimin and squeeze them reassuringly.
"I love him. You're the one who's been holding him back."
I whisper, tugging lightly on Jimin's hand and I turn on my heel, walking back towards my home. After a while Jimin releases a shaky sob and I turn quickly to see that tears still fall freely from his eyes.
"Oh Jimin."
I whisper, glancing around and pull him into an ally quickly. It's not great, but I'd rather not be directly in the open. I lightly guide him so his back is pressed against the bricks of the building and reach up, threading both of my hands into his hair with my elbows on his shoulders.
"Jimin-ah."
I hum lowly, bringing my forehead up to rest against his. His shaky breaths wash over my face and I close my eyes as I move my arms down to wrap around his neck.
"It's alright. I know."
I comfort and shush him quietly as he drops his face onto my shoulder, nudging against my neck.
"Sshhh."
I comfort lowly as I tighten my arms, holding him close to me. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me into him, sobbing quietly. We stand like this for a while, enjoying the comfort of each other's bodies.