Dead Leaves [j.jk|pjm]

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Jimin stares blankly at the wall ahead of him. Eyes lowered and dazed. He held a pen in his left hand, mindlessly pushing the button on it.

He thought of happy memories. Each time something brightened up in him, he clicked the pen. His lips were pouted, eyes glistening as he did this. His hands shook, and he ignored the bothersome sounds from across the hall.

Puppies, and kittens. click.

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my family and former band members. click.

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my mom. click.

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Jungkook. ...

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Then, Jimin took a big breath in, closing his eyes as he exhaled slowly.

He felt his mind fogging up, his chest lightening up somewhat, he felt just the smallest bit lighter.

Jimin stood up then, walking his way to the kitchen, a small limp in his step. He had a small smile plastered on his face then, as he pulled out two mugs from the cabinet above.

He kept smiling as he started to heat up some hot water.

It was the whistling sound of the kettle, and Jimins shaky hands reached for it, only to accidentally burn the tips of his fingers slightly that his smile faltered.

No. He thought. His lips started to tremble then, his smile completely wiping off his face as he stared at his fingers.

He's going to get mad because I hurt myself, again.

Jimin then started to cry. Sobs shook his shoulders as he went to the sink, turning the water on cold. He trembled as he stuck his hand under it, his other hand wiping his eyes as he whimpered to himself.

I don't like when he yells at me. He pouted.

Jimin then waddled to the bathroom, keeping his hand held to his chest as he went to look for the ointment to put on his small burn.

He only teared up more when he saw that there wasn't any.

With a turn of his head as he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes trained on the bedroom. He whimpered.

Jungkook wasn't coming out any time soon.

So Jimin made his way to the front door, unlocking all the bolts and locks on it, and stepping out.

He made his way down the familiar steps to the lobby. Once he reached the bottom floor, he wiped his eyes instantly and took a deep breath in.

He spotted Mr.Kim, the desk receptionist instantly and walked towards him. When the man saw him, his eyes widened once more, concern over every one of his features before he worriedly looked at the door to the steps.

Jimin bowed a little bit again, and the man copied him. As Jimin walked to the desk, the man looked more concern, as Jimin started to hand sign language to him.

Help. Jimin said in sign language, as he then pointed to the small burn on his finger.

Medicine.