park jimin
he paced around his room for two hours, coming up with a way to approach yoongi's door. he flopped onto his bed, groaning.
"i'm gonna make a fool out of myself." he muttered.
he got up and walked over to his drawer. on the surface, there were pictures. lots of them.
he picked one up, softly smiling at it. it was when him and yoongi went bowling. jimin won, so he was raising his arms in the picture. there was a huge smile on his face.
and there stood yoongi, looking at him in admiration.
jimin picked up another one. it was at yoongi's 15th birthday party. they both had party hats on, in front of the cake yoongi's mom picked out. it was a chocolate/vanilla split cake. they had face paint on and they were smiling. arms around each other's shoulders, smiling.
finding himself tearing up, jimin put the photos down and headed for the door. if he were to do this, he couldn't show up crying. he couldn't show up looking like a mess.
he went downstairs to the bathroom and fixed himself up a tiny bit, before slipping on a pair of sneakers and reaching for the doorknob.
he stopped.
"should i even do this?" he mumbled to himself. he shook his head and turned the knob.
"mom, i'm going out! i'll be back soon!"
and there he went. he stood in front of his own door, staring at yoongi's house. he walked over and stared at the porch. the porch that once had memories. his eyes started to water, trying to hold the tears back.
he looked up at his bedroom window, more memories. jimin let out a quiet sob, kneeling down in front of yoongi's door.
"yoongi, i'm so sorry. i've never stopped loving you, i'm sorry."
he heard footsteps come to a stop, a small whisper was heard.
"jimin?"
jimin looked up, seeing the blonde male ten feet away.
"y-yoongi."
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FORGETTING || m.yg+p.jm✔️
Short Storya story of a broken love, in jimin's point of view. SEQUEL to REMEMBERING.