Jimin went home and cried,
like if Niagara falls opened at once,
Jimin's eyes were the same.
"I'm such an idiot ."
Jimin punched the wall.
"Congratu-fucking-lations Park Jimin, you legit got rid of your only friend. You told him you wouldn't leave him and there you fucking go."
Jimin punches the wall harder.
"Yet again ruining everything." He really wants to make a hole in the wall. He punches it once. He bites the side of his cheek. He continues to punch the wall over, and over, and over, and over. He noticed he made a big hole.
"Fuck." Jimin tasted blood in his mouth.
He bit his cheek so hard it caused him to bleed. Jimin leans his back to the wall, and lets himself drop.
"You idiot." Jimin cries on the ground, ashamed of the fuckery he just committed.
He looks at his bloody knuckles. He stares at them for a while.
'I need to call him.' Jimin gets up.
He calls his boyfriend.
"Hey, babe. I really need you right now."
Jimin says in between sniffles. Jimin's boyfriend, with no hesitation, agrees to go over. He hated hearing Jimin cry. He was there in 20 minutes. Jimins door slammed open. Jimins boyfriend found Jimin sitting in a corner and crying. He ran over to Jimin. "Baby."
He says pulling in Jimin into his chest.
"Dean, I really fucked up."
Jimin sobbed these words into Dean's shirt. Dean placed Jimin into his lap, practically like a baby, and held him.
"Jimin. It's ok. Breath. Tell me what happened."
"I messed up Dean."
Jimin gripped onto Dean's shirt tighter.
"Talk when you're ready."
Dean rubbed Jimin's scalp.
"I ruined a beautiful friendship. I walked away from someone I promised I never would have. I let him become valuable, and basically left him there. I treated him like nothing and expected all this love."
Jimin looks up at Dean.
"Am I really this selfish?"
Dean looks down and Jimin and kisses him deeply.
"Don't ever blame yourself for your needs. But don't let your needs cloud others needs too." Jimin sighed deeply.
"So how do I get this person back?"
"With time, effort, and energy. A lot of patience goes into these kinds of things, especially if the person has been hurt before. If they are really worth it like you say they are, then just love them and give them time. But don't give them all your time. You deserve happiness too."
Jimin sighed. He knew getting back with Tae was going to be difficult, but he wants to say he's sorry, and that's exactly what he's going to do.
*Meanwhile, with Tae*
Tae wasn't going to cry.
If he cried, he'd never be able to stop.
He knew Jimin didn't want to actually be his friend, from the very beginning.
'He's probably with his boyfriend.'
Tae then heard the door open.
"Jungkook?" Tae peeked out his room.
He saw a figure run up to him. A slight panic filled Tae's mind, only to be greeted with warm arms.
"What's wrong Tae?"
Yoongi whispered into Tae's ear.
Tae held onto Yoongi like there was no tomorrow. Tae sat down, and Yoongi followed. They both sat on the bed.
Tae cried.
He cried so much, rivers would be jealous. Every hot, steamy tear ran down his face. Tae never once wiped his face, for he knew he was just going to cry again.
Every sniff, tear, little scream, hurt Yoongi more and more. Like if someone poked his heart with a toothpick a million times. He hated seeing Tae like this.
"Tae." Yoongi said faintly.
"He hates me." Tae said in between sniffles. "Who?" Yoongi said, ready to punch the person.
"J-Jimin." Tae faintly whispered.
"Ok." Yoongi got up, right now the only thing on his mind was to go 'talk' to Jimin for hurting Tae.
Tae reaches for Yoongi's hand and pulls him back.
"Don't leave me too."
Tae couldn't let anyone else leave. He physically, mentally, and emotionally can't deal with anyone leaving him anymore. Yoongi turned around and hugged him.
"Ok. Ok, I wont go, I wont leave you Tae. I'm right here."
Yoongi wrapped one arm around Tae's waist, and places his other hand on the back of Tae's head.
"Don't lie, Yoongi. Everyone leaves."
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Red String | VMIN
FanfictionAn old Japanese legend says that a man coming from the moon sometimes ties two people with a red thread, making them destined to be lovers, regardless of the place, time or circumstances. It can be stretched, tangled but never broken. This is the st...
