If Only I Was A Little Braver | Park Jimin

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"you guys know I hate this, hyungs. y'all fucking know." the man took steps further and further away from the ones he called friends.

"jimin please." this time it was yoongi.

yoongi was practically almost begging jimin.

the emotionless and stoned faced min yoongi was now holding an expression that showed how desperate he was.

he wanted to help jimin.

everyone did.

but jimin just couldn't.

he fucking couldn't.

every time he had a look of a cake, had a listen of the birthday song, had a look at the date.

his fucking mood would turn upside down.

God, he hated it.

"jimin..." jae whispered, knowing how vulnerable her boyfriend is at the moment.

that was when jimin's sharp gaze landed on her.

she flinched.

"why are you here?" he said, as his words seemed to be projected in a mocking manner.

those four words were enough to stab jae in her heart forty times.

because you need me.

but did he?

"jimin I don't know why you are so-" but jae couldn't finish her sentence.

"that's why! that's fucking why. you don't know any fucking thing and you're still acting like you do?" his eyes went dark, although remorse seemed to be eating him up slowly as he saw how jae's eyes turned hopeless.

you know I don't mean it.

please say that you do.

"I don't. yes I don't. but can't you see how hard they are trying? just to show that you're loved?" jae raised her voice, now ready to meet his eyes.

you don't mean it. I know you don't.

that was where jimin had reached the highest point of his tolerance.

but to refrain from hurting anyone else, he knew he had to leave.

so he walked pass jae without looking at her.

but jae just had to grab onto his hand.

and he had to yank it away.

he yanked it away. and the cake dropped.

the cake that jae spend hours on baking dropped.

and jimin didn't know that.

a gasp harshly left everyone's lips as they looked at jae with sympathy.

a loud smash echoed throughout the place as the cake faced the floor flat, the cream all splashing out like jae's held back tears.

that was also enough to trigger jimin's train of memories as he stared at the cake with sad eyes.

"eomma, where are we going?" the soon to be ten year old spoke with curiosity as he let his mother's cold fingers cover his eyes.

"we're almost there." the gentle voice radiated in his ears as he felt himself soften under her voice.

"we're here."

as the ten year old slowly adapted to his bright environment, he found himself awing at the scene right in front of him.