This chapter could be triggering⚠
"Yah, Park Jimin!" This is the fifth time Jimin's been yelled at since practice started. Even though practice only started twenty minutes ago. "I'll tr-" Jimin tried to say before he got interrupted, "I'll try harder my ass! You've been saying that every time, and yet you still manage to fuck everything up!" The choreographer was now screaming at Jimin. Jimin felt like the group didn't need him, that they do better off without him. His thoughts were confirmed, "If you can't seem to get your shit together then you can leave," he looked at everyone around him. They were all looking down, it could've been because they felt sorry, but Jimin knew it was because he fucked up. They didn't look down feeling sorry for their band mate and friend of over seven years. They looked down because they were ashamed and embarrassed to be with him.
So Jimin, being the one who he thought everyone hated, left the practice room and went straight to their apartment. Jimin was slowly slipping, deeper and deeper, into his head space. He knew he shouldn't because there was no one to take care of him. He looked at his watch, "They won't be home for another four hours."
He reached the apartment door and went to his shared room. The only reason Hoseok was in here is because he didn't know how to properly handle stress. "It would be better off if I wasn't in the group." Jimin thought out loud as tears started forming in his eyes. As he kept thinking aloud more tears started rushing down hid face. "They would be so much better without me. They wouldn't have to worry all the time that I'm going to slip o-or th-that I'm going to m-m-me-mess u-up." He started to sob violently, "D-d-da-daddy! I-It's hap-p-penn-ning a-a-aga-ain!"
Jimin grabs his phone from his backpocket and calls the contact on speed dial 2, Yoongi. "Hey, Jimin are you coming back?" He sounded concerned as to why Jimin was breathing so heavily. "Jimin, are you okay?"
"D-daddy? It's hap-p-pen-ning t-to mi-in-nie a-a-gain." Yoongi strted to panic on the other side of the phone. Jimin was having an anxiety attack and no one was there to help him. Let alone he was little, "Jiminie, Daddies will be there in a second, okay?" He quickly told Hoseok to grab his stuff and come on. "Jimin I need you to take a big breath. Can you do that for Daddy?"
"Dad-dy I-I-I ca-an-t br-rea-the!" Yoongi started to run faster he could now see the building entrance, running into the empty elevator with Hoseok. Hoseok pressed their floor button and took Yoongi's phone, "Hon, Daddy Hobi and Daddy Yoonie will be there in two seconds. I need you to calm down, can you do that for me princess?" Hoseok tries to sooth him, but gets no reply.
They get out at their floor and rush to the door opening their apartment, worried that something bad happened to their Jiminie. What they see when they open the door was Jimin, on the floor against the wall crying harder than he was on the phone. "Why did y-you co-come." He shook out full on sobbing now.
The other two could only look at him, "GET OUT, JUST GO AWAY, I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!" Jimin screamed at them. That's what hurt Jimin most. When they both turned around and gave him what he wanted. They actually left me. I knew they didn't love me, they never did. "D-dad-dy," they left me. "Mi-Minie sowwy, c-c-come ba-ack."
He eventually gets up and walks to the living room, bathroom, bedrooms, the kitchen only to find no Yoongi and no Hoseok. Walking out of the apartment to see them in the hallway. Making out. So they did this for themselves, played with me, for themselves. Why would they do that?
I quietly walk back into the apartment writing a quick note, getting my book bag, packed with necessities for the next few days, and leave through the fire escape.
I head to the nearest train station and take the first one back to Busan. I need this. My family will be able to help me.
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Busan: Park household
My mom was the one who answered the door and she immediately took me into her arms when I starting crying, completely breaking down. "Mom, they don't need me," Mrs. Park, knowing about her sons insecurities, shushed him and told him he must've misunderstood. "No. Mom, they don't want me anymore. I was having another attack, and yelled at them. I told them to go and they did. They knew I needed them, but when I managed to calm myself down, they were out in the hallway. Making out."
Jimin felt like a complete disappointment. His mom understood him more than anyone could. He knew he could trust her to know how he felt but, she didn't. "Oh, hon you know how boys are, maybe they were just trying to make you happy. You shouldn't have yelled at them like that."
"Mom, I was in the middle of a breakdown, they should have comforted me. Even if I told them to go away." His mom was moving his stuff to the front door.
"Jimin. Go make up with your boyfriends. They make you happy. They do anything and everything for you. You should do the same for them." Jimin understood what his mom was saying. So he went back to the train station, boarded the next train to Seoul to go back home to his boyfriends. He didn't know if they would want to be his boyfriends again after this but, it was worth a shot.
He arrived back in Seoul worn out and tired, wanting to climb in bed with his Mang and Shooky plushies and be cuddled by his Daddies. He was barely hanging in to his big headspace as he got on the elevator to their dorm floor.
When he walked into their apartment it was chaotic. Jungkook was comforting a crying Tae, Jin was shouting at Hobi and Yoongi, and Namjoon was standing behind Jin with a disappointing look towards the two boys on the couch.
"ITS YOUR FAULT THAT OUR POOR JIMIN THOUGHT THAT NO ONE LOVED HIM AND THAT HE WAS THE FAILURE OF THIS GROUP!"
"TaeTae please quit crying, he's going to be ok."
"You both know how Jimin acts when he has an attack. For you two to go out in the hall and MAKE OUT, how do you think that makes him feel huh."
"It made me feel like I wasn't apart of our relationship." Everything stops as they all turn to me. It was so quiet you could hear the wavering breath of Taehyung.
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There will be a part two if this book goes as good as my smut book. 🤪
