𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Red whine in my left hand

After everyone was done eating Seokjin went home, Jimin passed out on the couch, Jacob was asleep, hoseok was cleaning, and Jungkook was taking a shower. "Ayy (y/n), can you bring me that plate" Hoseok said pointing to the last plate in the table. Hoseok and I were talking as we cleaned. It was quite as I watched him rinse the last white dish and place it in the dish washer.

I was leaning against the counter with my arm rested limply on the surface. The smell of leftover laughs still lingered in the air. The feeling of phantom smiles was so close I could touch it. The taste of what was once a good time vanished into thin air at my fingertips. I felt full of a good time and I was happy.

Hoseok went to right after the dishes were clean. I was sitting in the dark with a glass of red wine in my left hand.  No light except the city's shining in from the wall sized window, and the blue light of my phone. I placed my half  full glass on the coffee table in front of me as I read the news about "Min Yoongi, Sentenced to life long prison sentenced to death."

I was actually happy. I guess my gasp was loud enough to wake up jimin. I could hear the leather rubbing together as Jimin sat up. He rubbed his eyes then stared blankly at the ground. "Morning" I smiled.

"Morning..? It's night dumb dumb"

"Yeah well I'm not gonna say night cause that's what you say when you go to bed dumb dumb"

"Anyway, what's wrong" Jimin said in a very unconcerned kind of way. He sounded like a parent who had just been woken up by their 6  year old kid for the 4th time. "Yoongis being sentenced to the death penalty"

"Mm....you happy?"

"Hell yeah.."

"You don't look like it"

"...I am"

"What's wrong?"

"It's just...it brings back memory's"

"Hmm?"

"When I was a little girl I had to watch my mom be sentenced to the death chair..."

"Yeah, thats not a thing anymore love. Today's world injects you"

"No shit Sherlock. It's just the thought of death terrifies me..even though I tried to kill myself"

"You're bipolar"

I stared a the glass of whine beside me. "I'm empty" I corrected him. "I'm so empty that there's no residue of the last liquid that was in my see through walls. I can't remember what my purpose was for. People have started storing me in a box surrounded in little bubble rap to protect me from breaking. They place me in a dark cabinet and only get me out once or twice a year. They give me a quick wash then back into the box."

Jimin looked at me but it was that look where you knew he was looking at my words more than my face. He got up then walked over to me. His black skinny jeans and black shirt tucked in his belt. He rubbed his hand through his hair then plopped down next to me. His legs were man spread, with his hands placed on top like a cherry.

"I think you're fine. You're not broken, you're not bipolar, you're not empty, you're just fine. If you ask anyone who's been through what you have..which would be literally no one, there'd react the same way you have. To be honest you're handling this well..I'm proud of you." He turned towards me and I did the same.

It was silent. I just wanna kiss him. I live Jungkook but I also love Jimin. Jimin has a way with words and it makes me ache all over. In this moment I want him now, on me, with me, in me.

"Jimi—" my words were cut off. Jimin was...on me. His lips wrestled mine, his tongue intertwined with mine. His hands were in my hair and down my back. He was pulling my closer to him with each second. I noticed that we were laying down.

Our lips parted. "We can't do this Jimin" I said moving my face to look away from jimin. There was a long pause. "You're right." The next thing I know jimin picked me up and took me to the basement that I had no idea was there.

"I used to spend the night here when me and Hoseok hung out more. I'd drink till I passed out." There was a bed in the corner covered with a fluffy burgundy comforter. There were pink neon lights that turned on when Jimin flipped the switch. It happened to be the only source of light in there. He dropped me on the bed and locked the door. "The only reason why I'm not just leaving right now is because I've waited I don't know how long to do this. Since the moment I saw you I've wanted you, I've had a thirst for you. Not the kind of thirst where your sitting on the couch and you're to lazy to get up..the kind of thirst you feel intoxicated by in the desert. I need you..."