strawberries (yoonmin) #WATTYS2019

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Tuesday, May 8th

Jimin was pacing heavily around his room, hands tangled through his hair as he pulled tightly at the dead blonde strands. Breath was leaving his lips in huffs, hyperventilating as he took a second to stop.

But he quickly grabbed an empty bottle of soda and swung it across the room, watching it knock down some decoration from his desk. He groaned slightly as the short breaths left his lips.

His eyes darted to his phone that was propped up against his snow globe that he got from the city aquarium last year. The screen was black, locked, and he could see himself through the newly made cracks.

Which brought a new flood of tears past his eyes. Sobbing as he looked at his small form in the screen.

Miss Luna was outside the door, leaning against the wall as she sat on the floor. She'd been there for two hours, hearing Jimin panic and trying his hardest to get over his fears. She was waiting for the final crash, which was bound to happen soon.

She wanted nothing more than to go in there and comfort him. Hearing other objects being thrown against the walls, jumping when something hit the door. She refuses to step in, she wants Jimin to overcome this alone.

Jimin was pacing again, wiping his eyes vigorously with his fists. His eyes were already raw and swollen. He didn't stop tugging at the skin to wipe the tears away.

His brain wouldn't formulate on trying to speak or how it really worked. To speak and say what he wanted to say felt impossible. What he's been dying to say for the past two weeks never felt more tangled in his throat.

The new feeling of being tongue tied was extremely hated by the boy. He wanted to rip his lungs right of his chest for making it so hard to breathe. He wants to speak, but he'd rather die at this point. 

It feels like he's going against everything he's ever built up like he had to climb all his walls alone. With no harness, no ropes, and no help. And he was tired of not making it to the top.

He's had enough for the day. Truly he couldn't take it anymore, he felt like passing out.

Running to the door, he swung it open, Miss Luna falling a bit before she scrambled to sit up. Jimin collapsed to the floor, putting his head in her lap as he sobbed his eyes out. It was the most broken cry she's ever heard, from any of the kids. 

She rubbed his head, crying silently herself as she comforted him. It was a situation she never wanted to be in, to have Jimin be this destroyed and unhappy.

"You're doing great Jimin," she said softly as she rubbed his head.

He was trying really hard, he would go through with it.
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FRANK OCEAN IS GOD

edited by Sakurachiru who is also a god