i'm not ok ✎ sope

flashback

“yoongi, babe, you know I love you, right?” jimin asked softly. the other was confused but answer nonetheless.

“of course I do, why?” he bit his lip, seeing the impatient male behind him and flinching.

“i-it's not you, I...” he was getting choked up, when yoongi pulled the younger into a comforting embrace. “it's ok, just breathe, breathe for me.”

jimin finally calmed down, gently pushing himself away from the hug. “listen, I...h-have to break up with you...”

“w-what? why? was it something I did?”

“no, of course not. it's..” the male was sending a death glare, making jimin brush the hair on his black eye even further.

but of course, yoongi didn't see it.

“..I just can't tell you, ok!” yoongi noticed a bruise on his eye, “jimin, what-”

before he could finish his sentence, the other hand run away already, sobbing. someone took his hand, forcefully, and slightly shoved him into the car.

yoongi looked away at that point, he knew what was going on, but what could he do?
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“–oongi? YOONGI?” a voice snapped him from his sleep, taking his time to catch his breath.

“yoongi, are you alright?” hobi asked, scooting closer.

“yeah, yeah just...a bad dream.”

“what was it about? maybe.. talking about it will help.”

they talked, jimin's name being brought up alot, in the end, yoongi felt somewhat easy.

“thanks, how'd you learn about that?”

“oh, whenever I'd have a nightmare, my..mom would always tell me yo talk about it, then I see how silly it was!” he giggled, making the other's face turn a light shade of pink.

“she tought you well, I guess...”

“yeah.”

“do you miss her?” his eyes stared out the window intently, almost looking for something that isn't there.

“everyday.”

“i know, it may be none of my business but...” he finally looked hoseok in the eye, “how was your life, before your mom died?”

tears pricked in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away with his sleeve, taking a shaky breath, “well..it was like any other family..” hoseok started off softly.

“we'd go to the park, they would push me on the swings, sometimes even spin me. and my dad, he would always sneak me extra sweets after bedtime, so ironic that he comes to my bedroom for different reasons now..”

“...my mom, I would always draw pictures for her, for new year's eve, valentine's day, st.patrick's day, every holiday.” he chuckled slightly. “her birthday was..the last card i made her, she didn't get it...”

“sorry I asked.”

“no no, i-it's ok. I enjoy talking to you.”
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awwww uwu
I thought this was adorable~