Alphabet Soup ✞ myg.pjm

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂

Jimin didn't want to feel like this anymore. He wanted to feel small and to be taken care of.
It was dangerous, he should be stopping himself. He knows never to fall into little space in public, but it was just so tempting and Jimin found himself unable to stop.

Before he knew it, tears were welling up in his eyes as his fists balled up tightly. A little longer. He had to hold on a little longer, and then he could be as little as he wanted. But it was just so hard.
He sniffled as he turned to face Johnny, eyes glossed over and bottom lip worrying between his teeth.

"Oh, Jimin," Johnny cooed, his arms already snaking their way around Jimin's waist, pulling him to his chest and into a soft embrace. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have forced you in here. Its my fault that you had to go through that! Those horrible, horrible things that they said! I-it's all my fault."

Kitten.

Jimin needed his Kitten. He suddenly longed for his Kitten's arms around him instead of Johnny's. And his Kitten's words being yelled into his ear instead of Johnny's. Jimin wanted Kitten.

He managed to wriggle his way out of Johnny's heavy grip and step back a few places, fixing a smile onto his face. "Johnny," He put on his big boy voice. "It's okay! It's n-not your fault, at all. I promise! I'll be okay, I just, uh, need to be alone for a while, y-you know?"

Johnny frowned, worry clear in his expression. "Jimin, there's barely half an hour of break left. Where are you going to go? You have two exams left, right?"

Jimin knew, he just chose to push the inevitable to the back of his head, maybe if he pretended it didn't exist, it would go away. It didn't. And Jimin didn't know how in the world he was supposed to get through them. The only thing he was sure of is that he needed to speak to Yoongi. Soon.

"Y-yeah, yeah. I, uh, don't know where I'm gonna go, but somewhere? Johnny, I'll text you later, okay? But I really have to go." Jimin left a confused Johnny standing alone as he practically sprinted across the hall and out the nearest exit. He found himself outside, the cold air biting at his skin as he ran aimlessly.

He knew a place. He used to go there a lot to study in peace during his first year. An empty bench at the very back of campus which was pretty much always free, apart from the few times he spotted a smoker or two hanging out around the area. He was lucky enough to avoid them today though.

He shakily placed himself on the seat and pulled out his phone. He needed to talk to Yoongi, to hear his voice, or to text him or — something.

He thumbed through his recent contact list until he hit Yoongi's name, swiftly pressing the call button and raising his phone to his ear. Please, please, pick up. Jimin was met with a series of rings that he would have found even more irritating if he wasn't so desperate to talk to Yoongi.

The fingernail that he was nervously biting on dropped from his lips upon reaching an automated voicemail message. No, no. He needed Kitten!

Yoongi must have been in the studio working on music. He would never ignore Jimin on purpose(unless Jimin was being a real pain in the ass) With that in mind, another option ran through his head, his fingers already moving to find the information.

Yoongi had a work phone. One that he had on him at all times. He had given Jimin the number for emergencies only, telling him to only ever text the number, not call, because he would most likely not answer.

Jimin figured that this was an emergency.

He quickly typed in a message, having to backtrack multiple times due to his shaky thumbs pressing in the wrong characters.