Imaginary - Vkook/Taekook ✔️

Chapter 8

3rd Person POV
7 years ago

"Jimin!" The boy with raven black hair yelled, fed up with his whining. "I already told you I'm sorry for breaking your glasses!"

"I need them to see!" Tears cascaded down his rosey cheeks, his small hands holding the broken frames.

"Just fucking tape it! I don't know!"

"You cussed at me!" And that made it ten times worse. The pink mochi boy sat on Yoongi's wooden bedroom floor, tears and sobs giving the older a headache. Yoongi took action and knealed down in front of Jimin, pushing his chin up. He wiped the younger tears with his sleeve, his nose right after.

"Jimin, I'm sorry. Okay? Forgive me, please." The older said tiredly, he felt like he was the imaginary friend himself and Jimin was the real person. But in fact, it wasn't that way. Although Yoongi loved to be with Jimin, he was just too much.

The younger nodded, a small sniff following soon after. Yoongi brought Jimin into a hug, his small arms wrapping around the older's neck. "I love you, hyung."

Yoongi could say Jimin was bipolar. Because he was. He would be cute and happy one minute and the next he's angry or sad. It was like taking care of a toddler. And Yoongi didn't want that. All he wanted was a friend, a person he could vent to, someone that would like him back. And that was Jimin, but the older wanted someone who wasn't a bipolar cry baby.

"I love you too, baby."

They stayed like that for a while, just embracing each other and inhaling each other's scent. To Yoongi, Jimin smelled like strawberries. To Jimin, Yoongi smelled like the fresh outside world. They never wanted to let go of each other.

One month later

Jimin saw a bright white door appear in the bedroom. He rubbed his tired eyes and sat up, his boyfriend's arm sliding off of Jimin's waist. He looked at the older, then back at the door. He stood up and shuffled to it, opening the door swiftly. He looked inside and saw pure white. He tilted his head, his pink bangs falling in his eyes. He stepped through the door, familiar people walking around him. He turned to head back through the door but it was gone.

"What the-"

"Park Jimin," a man's voice spoke causing Jimin to turn to his right. "To my office. Top floor, last door." And he disappeared. Jimin was left confused but looked around anyway.

"Hey! Excuse me!" He reached his hand out to touch someone but his hand went through. He scrunched his eyebrows, bringing his hand back to his chest. Why did it go through them?

He decided to look for the elevator, immediately finding the white metal, pushing the 'up' button, stepping in and going to the top floor. The doors opened with a 'ding' and a colored hallway was revealed. It had mocha walls and a dark brown wooden floor. There were big double doors at the end of the hallway, Jimin supposed that was the man's office. He opened the doors, stepping into the dimly lit room. The man from earlier was sitting in the big spin chair, his hands folded across the desk top. He gestured the pink haired boy to sit.

"Do you know what you've done?" He spoke in a low tone, leaning himself closer to Jimin.

"N-no." Jimin wasn't sure of what he did, he thought he was doing everything correctly.

"Do you know what your job is?" He asked.

"My job is to make the human happy." Jimin said proudly.

"And you failed." His eyes narrowed, Namjoon wasn't in the mood for foolishness.

"What? I failed?" The smile on his plump lips faded quickly, his face becoming panicked. Jimin believed he was making Yoongi happy. He pushed his non existent glasses up the bridge of his nose, his hand sweeping his hair as if that's what he meant to do in the first place. "What do you mean I failed? I thought-"

"Well you thought wrong. Your mission is depressed and tired because of you, Jimin. You're too much of a hassle for him." He said.

Jimin's heard broke into pieces, he had no idea that Yoongi was depressed and tired. Yoongi never talks about his feelings like he used to.

"You are no longer able to go to the human realm. You're banned from leaving."

"What?!" Tears threatened to leave Jimin's eyes, his nose growing red. "I did nothing wrong!"

"You have made Min Yoongi worse than he started! You have destroyed his life enough! I am putting an end to his suffering by deleting every memory he has with you and replacing them with real people. Park Jimin, you have failed as an imaginary friend."