Reflection | YOONMIN

Chapter 14

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Warning: This chapter contains potentially upsetting/sensitive scenes.

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Jimin sat in his car for a couple seconds and during those few moments, all of today's events replayed in his mind. The tears threatened to come back. He closed his eyes and scrunched his face, not wanting to cry again. He was fine when he was with Jungkook, he did cry, but his presence helped him. He wanted to stay with him, but he also just wanted to go home. He didn't want to stay out anymore.

If he was being honest with himself, he wanted to go back to Taehyung's. To lie down with him and be in his embrace.

In a moment of pure weakness, he pulled out his phone and went to his contacts. He searched for the one name he shouldn't have, Taehyung's.

He was about to press dial, but he stopped himself. He locked his phone and threw it in his lap. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and threw his head back into the seat, groaning out of frustration.

He can't keep doing this. He has to let him go. Why can't he?

He couldn't sit there anymore. He was going to do something he regretted. He pulled out of the driveway and started en route to his house.

All he could think about was Taehyung. No other thoughts occupied his mind other than the one boy he loved with every fiber of his being.

He started crying again, but not as bad as before. They were silent tears as he was sniffling a little in between.

He was about to pass the McDonald's that's on the way to his house and thinking fuck it, he pulled into the drive through. He still wasn't thinking straight. This food was the most unhealthiest, greasiest, food anyone could ever eat. Jimin didn't care. He hadn't eaten McDonald's in years. His emotions were getting the best of him and clouding his thoughts.

He was momentarily having an inner battle in his mind as he was waiting his turn in the drive through. He knows he shouldn't eat this stuff. He had toast this morning and was planning on having something small when he got home, but his clouded thinking overpowered his other thoughts.

He ordered a lot more than he intended. He got a burger, chicken nuggets, fries, and a soda. He couldn't even remember the last time he had eaten that much food.

He pulled into one of the parking spots, not wanting to eat while he was driving and risk getting his car dirty. The smell of fast food filled his car and he scarfed every last bit down within seconds.

He was disgusted with himself. Not only did he eat unhealthy, he ate a lot of it.

After discarding the garbage, he continued to his house, feeling absolutely disgusted and ashamed of himself.

When he walked in the door he searched for his mom and sure enough she was in the dining room. He kicked off his shoes and went to greet her.

"Hi mom, I'm home." She looked over from the television.