strawberries & cigarettes || YOONMIN ✔ wattys2019

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Jimin didn't know how many hours had passed by, nor how long he has been stuck in that cold room, tied to a chair. Every bone in his body started to hurt. He couldn't sleep at all even though he has never been so tired in his life. He wasn't sure if anyone would be able to sleep if they were in his condition.

He was wrong when he thought it couldn't get any worse, realizing that it always could.

It was when he couldn't hold it in any longer and his own urine dropped from his leg, after soaking his boxers when he realized he was completely helpless. He felt so ashamed, knowing that a 20 year old like him would never do that. He felt so disgusted by himself, so dirty and so pathetic that he started to cry. His throat was sore and his voice almost gone from all the crying or screaming.

He wasn't sure if he would ever forgive yoongi if their paths ever cross again.

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"Well, it looks like your saviour won't come to save you ", the guy from yesterday walked in.

Jimin didn't respond, he was too tired to care about anything at the moment. The guy stepped closer and noticed the liquid underneath the chair jimin was sitting on," did you fucking piss your pants?"

"I don't have pants on, sir",jimin laughed dryly, no humor in his voice. He was sick of everything.

"It's 7:34 in the morning and he still didn't show up--"

"Sir, he won't ever." Jimin replied emotionless, every left hope fading away as he accepted reality.

"If he doesn't, then you're in trouble young man", the guy warned but jimin just shrugged.

"I'll call him now. If he's not coming... then you're going to leave this place with us, with your mouth shut-"

"To where?"

"Our real place, somewhere where he can never find you because he missed his chance. I'm sure you could be very useful to make some money-" the guy said with a serious tone, shamelessly eyeing jimin from head to toe but of course, jimin didn't know. He was still blindfolded.

"Like what?"

"No more questions. Let's call first." He said and jimin heard him dialing a number.. Not much later, jimin heard the other person pick up as the guy put the phone on speaker so jimin could hear.

"Where the fuck are you?" The guy who was just calm aggressively shouted into the phone.

"On my way" the familiar voice replied. And jimins heart began to hammer in his chest. His lips began to tremble and suddenly, after hearing his voice he didn't want anything more than yoongi.
"Do you have all the money in cash?"

"I do. Did you do anything to jimin? Is he okay? Did you hurt him?" Yoongi said through the phone. He sounded tired too.

"Yoongi!" Jimin cried, his voice cracking.

"Jimin! Hold on I'll be-"

"Enough ",the guy said and hung up the phone, driving jimin more insane. All he wanted was to hear yoongis voice. Was yoongi really coming, or was it just another of his lies?

Jimin inhaled deeply and spoke," I don't know if what you said is true or not, but if you really did help yoongi out back then, even if he didn't become the person you wanted him to be, I'm thankful for that."

The man nodded, memories flashing through his mind,and his voice softened"no problem, kid. But he should learn how to take responsibility for his actions."

Jimin couldn't tell if the guy in front of him was actually bad or just pretending to be. Maybe he was nice, just showing his dark side because otherwise he wouldn't get anywhere. Maybe he was just like yoongi. Cold on the outside and a burning candle from the inside. And maybe.. Yoongi learned from him.

"Jimin!" The door opened and jimin couldn't see but, he heard him clearly. Yoongi. He really came. "Y-yoongi" Jimins lips trembled as he called his name.

"Give me the cash", the man said and yoongi immediately gave it to him, not hesitating one bit. The man took it suspicious and took a closer look at it, "this better not be fake, bastard."

"It's not. I promise you. You can check on it."

"Where did you get all this from?"

"I sold the two only things I own", he spoke and the sadness was noticeable in his voice. He gulped as he looked over at jimin who still was blindfolded, tied to the chair, " -but I don't regret it."

"Take your boy and leave ",the guy said and exited the room, leaving yoongi and jimin alone.

As soon as he left yoongis gaze wandered to jimin and he broke down in tears, "oh.. Jimin.. Baby"

He fell on his knees in front of jimin, crying his heart out. What has he done? He who promised he would protect jimin at all costs. It was all his fault.

Jimin didn't say anything, he just felt a warm year falling down on his cold pale cheek. A moment later, yoongi stood up weakly, cutting the strings off jimins hands, untying him from the chair.
Jimin quickly pulled his fingers to his chest, holding them tightly.

"Forgive me",yoongi sobbed as he carefully took off the blindfolds, "please, forgive me"he sobbed louder.

Jimin slowly fluttered his eyes open, and his eyes immediately began to hurt from all the light. He wanted to see yoongi ,who was behind him.. so he turned around only to find yoongi on the floor, completely broken.

Jimin slowly got up, it felt weird to use his legs but he stepped closer to yoongi, placing his cold hand on yoongis back.. But yoongi began to cry even harder.

"Yoongi, stop crying." Jimin whispered and it was the only thing that popped into his head.

"I don't deserve you, jimin" he cried shaking his head"I don't deserve you. You're too good for me. You don't deserve what I did to you. This is all my fault. I never wanted this to happen. I will never forgive myself."

"But, you saved me now. And i'm okay" jimin comforted him.

Yoongi looked up at jimin who was only in his wet boxers. Of course yoongi noticed the liquid on front of him and it made him feel even worse, "let's get you home jimin. Let's get you out of here. I'll shower you and feed you and never ever let you go again. I'll never let anything happen to you." yoongi promised and picked jimin up to carry him bridal style .

Jimin gripped onto yoongi's shirt tightly, burying his face into his chest. He quietly began to cry as he smelled the familiar smell of cigarettes. He was finally home.

Yoongi kept walking long after they exited the place, "where's your car yoongi?" Jimin asked as he noticed yoongi was still carrying him.

"I.. sold it. "

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IFJDKSKSKS HE SOLD HIS FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD. AFYER JIMIN..