Lost life

Things

Whispers and murmurs could be heard after Jimin heard the front door open and close. "What even happen?", asked a voice Jimin knew. "I don't know, he won't talk to me." That was Hoseok's desperate voice, Jimin knew. "And you are asking us when he doesn't even talk to you." "I'm desperate, okay? I mean he never was like that before. Could you two ask him? Maybe he does trust you more than me.", begged Hoseok. After a short silence followed a "Let's try it."

A door opened and steps were made. "Jimin?", asked Minho's worried voice. "Is he even here? I don't see anything.", whispered Mark for a reason. "Wait." Minho switched the light on and blinked shortly. They saw him covered with a blanket on his bed. A sign of relief escaped Mark's lips.

Jimin's tiny body was pressed against the wall, leaving much space on his bed. Mark walked over and tapped on his shoulder. No reaction came and he then shook his body nearly violently.

"What!?", hissed Jimin in a broken voice. "Good, you're alive.", grinned Mark. "Leave me alone.", sighed the younger, curling up into a ball, as Minho came up to the two. "Jimin, what happened?", he asked him worried. "We aren't leaving before you tell us, bro.", commented Mark. Jimin kept silent, not even making a single move. "Jimin, I'm waiting. Just tell us what's wrong, then we'll talk about it and you'll stop sulking. It's just that simple, come on.", challenge Mark. "We are really worried, you know? You just skipped classes since a week.", added Minho.

That was a well known fact by Jimin. He didn't want to do anything, besides hide from the whole world.

"I'm super concerned over the next question, okay? When was the last time you went to take a piss or even took a shower?", asked Mark and Minho hit him in his chest for that. "I'm serious!" "Shut up.", rolled Minho his eyes. "Guys, do yourselves the favor and do something better than to waste your time on me.", said Jimin in a quiet voice. "It's not us who are wasting our time, but you are. You are staying in bed like a sulking child who just fought with his brother. You know what, It's fine. It's your life anyway. But damn; it better be a good reason why you are going all sad and on us.", threw Mark at him. "We are here, because we are worried Jim. Just decide, either you tell us what's wrong or we are leaving and you won't see us again." Minho looked at him like he just murdered someone. "What the hell?", he whispered to Mark. "He has to get his up, so he better listen to me!", whispered Mark harshly, even though he knew Jimin could still hear him. "Doesn't mean you have to be like that. We don't even know what happened.", reminded the black haired. "Either he gets his ass up or I'm done."

Sniffles could be heard and both of their heads turned to the nose. "I'm sorry.", he whispered. "Come on, we are here. You can talk to us.", said Minho in a soft voice. Jimin slowly moved and sat up on his bed.

The eyes of the two others widened. "What the hell?"s gasped Mark as Jimin turned his face to them.

"Jimin for real, when was the last time you did anything like, I don't know, eating food? You look horrible." The black haired glared at Mark for that, but he shrugged just like he wanted to say that it was just a normal question. "I don't know.", sighed the younger, avoiding to look at them. "Tell us, what's wrong? Your roommate is really worried too and we need our happy Jimin back.", said Minho in a caring voice. The two boys sat down next to the silver-haired, looking at him in anticipation. Jimin hesitated before he began to talk.

"It's something I didn't tell you before and only Hoseok knows." His voice was small and he wiped under his eyes and nose. "We won't judge you, you know.", encourage the black haired. Jimin looked up to see trusting smile on Minho's lips. Jimin's cheeks blushed, before he teared his eyes away from the elder, looking at his hands. "You can tell us, it can't be that bad."

"I like guys.", blurted the silver head out. After a short silence Mark laughed. His hands went around Jimin's waist and he held him tightly to himself. "fucking finally. Now I can marry you." Mark kissed his neck and Jimin shrieked, making Minho laugh.