Misconception | •Yoonmin• [REWORKING]

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Jimin POV"

After that time I was hospitalized, some time after I was released and getting ready to go home. I was then shocked to find that Yoongi had seen my weakened state the other day, I was scared he would he find out and I did what I thought would stop him from finding out.

I started to isolate myself and keep things away from people other than my parents, I thought that would be the best way for me not to worry about anything. So that what I started to do, I locked myself away from everyone.

I stayed by myself often and then eventually began to lose contact with people, and eventually they began to give up calling or trying to reach me, well that was all except Yoongi that is. He called on a daily but I never answered.

I woke up the next day and stayed a couple hours without doing anything, I just sat in the silence of my room, watching the dust float through the air. I looked around and things that I used before were now covered in a layer of growing dust.

"Jimin!" I sat up from my bed hearing my name being called from downstairs. It's was my mother, and from here she sounded like she didn't wanna alarm me with her call.

Letting my feet dangle from my bed, I finally stood up as I walked towards my door that would normally stay closed almost all day. I walked lazily down the stairs and was finally met with my mom.

"Yeah mom?" I asked tiredly. She looked up and me and tried to flash a small smile on my face, hoping I would return it, I wanted to but my lips just barely moved. Here face dropped.

"Can you..um take out the trash?" I nodded and gathered out all the trash bags in the house before dumping them into a large one and tying it. Disgusted by the smell I held it away and walked out the door.

Walking down my driveway, not fading to breathe in the scent, I held the trash bag away from me as I got closer to the giant bin, looking down the road, the truck as almost here to dump or bin of trash into the mass being collected from the neighborhood.

"Jimin!" My heart skipped a beat as I snuck a glance, there he was. Yoongi looked over at me and then started to make his way over. I tried to quicken my pace but his only got faster.

Thinking I was going to make it, I felt a grip on my arm. I tried yanking my arm away but failed to do so. "Let go." I growled out through gritted teeth.

"Wha-Jimin why are you so skinny?" He asked as his grip on my arm got tighter, seeming desperate for an answer. I didn't look at him and I didn't answer the question he threw my way.

"Let go." I repeated one again, trying to jerk my arm away in the process but once again failed to do so as his grip on my arm was still very secure.

"Hey what's up with you? Why have you been away for so long?" He asked again this time turning me to face him. I looked at his face for a split second before averting my have to the ground last him.

"Nothing, I'm fine now let me go." I stated harshly. Though it hurt to say all this, especially saying it the way I did, I had to say it, I just had to go through with this.

"No Jimin, you're not fine, now stop lying and tell the truth." He spoke with some slight authority in his voice as his grip on the sides of my arms got tighter with each growing second.

"I'm. Fine. Let. Me. Go." Saying each word and adding a sting to every syllable in those words but that seem to be useless once again.

He didn't let me go, he continued to press the matter on, pushing until he got his answer from me. I just wasn't going to give it to him "Jimin I swear to god, if you don-"

"Leave me alone Yoongi!" I was shocked at myself for what I just said but Yoongi was even more shocked as his grip finally loosened and a small gasp was let out of him.

I walked away leaving him shocked, seeming like he wanted to call out but he didn't say a thing and just let me walk away.