"I just want to die!"
"Would that change anything?"
In which someone saves Jimin from suicide that day on the rooftop....
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So I know that many people do this type of concept for fanfics but oh well! I wanted to do something like this as we...
TURN ON THE AUDIO ABOVE WHEN IT SAYS SO IN THE STORY FOR A BETTER EXPERIENCE!!! •••••••• I opened my eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. Sitting up, I realized that I wasn't in my bedroom. This wasn't my bed, my room, or my house.
What the hell? Where am I? What happened?
The last thing I remembered was Yoongi and I...kissing. I immediately blushed and traced my lips with my finger.
We kissed. No! Jimin, that's not important right now! You need to figure out where you are.
I pushed the cover off of me a little and noticed that my clothes had been changed. I was wearing a short sleeve shirt that was way to big on me, resulting in my visible collar bone being shown and black shorts. I began to worry about my scars until I noticed that my arms were wrapped in bandages. I lifted up my shorts and saw bandages on my thighs too.
What the hell.
Suddenly, the door opened revealing someone with a bowl of water in one hand and a towel in the other. But of course, that person was non other than Yoongi. I stared at him as he silently walked over to me and placed the bowl and towel on the night side before sitting on the bed with me. We sat there in complete silence for a few minutes, which felt like hours, until he spoke.
"Are you feeling ok?"
I nodded my head without saying anything. Once again silence was the only thing heard. I decided to speak first this time.
"What happened?"
Yoongi sighed before answering my question.
"You fainted while we were," he rubbed his neck, "kissing. I didn't know where your house was so I brought you here."
My face flushed. I mean how could he being up our kiss so easily?
Maybe the kiss didn't mean anything to him...
I looked again at my arms and suddenly realized that if he brought me to his house, then he must have been the one who changed me. Which meant that he also saw my cuts.
He's going to think you're a psycho. He's going to hate you. He's going to tell the whole school. He'll make fun of you. He won't-
"Jiminie..."
(Turn on the music if you want before reading on)
I looked up at the sound of his soft voice and I immediately felt a sharp pain in my chest as I looked at Yoongi's face. He was crying. It wasn't normally crying. His eyes held so much hurt in them and he looked so sad. He was completely sobbing.
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