strawberries & cigarettes || YOONMIN ✔ wattys2019

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Hi, dear readers! I apologize for the lack of updates. There's a lot going on in my life right now and I feel really bad for not updating this story! I hope you'll still enjoy and haven't completely forgotten the story :(

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Hours had passed and jimin was resting in his room, while yoongi was cleaning the mess in jimin's parents house voluntarily. He just felt like it was the right thing to do, and also the least he could do for jimin and his mother.

As yoongi carried some trash bags in his hands, he took a glance at jimin's mother as he passed by her bedroom. She started moving and it looked like she would wake up anytime soon. He rushed outside and threw the trash away. Then, he quickly hurried upstairs to tell him,"Baby, come down. I think your mothers is going to wake up anytime."

Jimin sat up immediately and rubbed his eyes,"oh, i'm so scared."

"Why are you scared, jimin?",yoongi asked as he approached the younger, placing his hand on jimins puffy cheeks.

"I'm just so-"he sighed,"nervous. I don't know. I don't know what to say or what to do. What is she going to say? Does she even want me here?"

"Jimin, look at me", yoongi said, lifting his head up by his chin"don't worry too much. You'll do and say the right thing. Everything is going to happen naturally and I promise you, she'll be more than happy to see you. You're her only son. Now, let's go okay?"

Jimin nodded his head in response as he got off the bed ,running his fingers through his hair. He looked in the mirror, mentally encouraging himself, reminding himself that he can do it .

Yoongi followed him slowly. He was nervous himself, but of course he couldn't let jimin know. It'd probably make the situation even worse.

Jimin looked back at yoongi before he entered his mothers bedroom, followed by yoongi. Her eyes were still closed, her dark hair in a messy bun with half of it fallen out and her face as pale as a ghost.

"Mom."jimin breathed as his hand wandered to his mothers hands, holding it gently,"I'm here. I'm jimin. Please wake up."

Before jimin knew, his tears fell from his sad eyes. He looked at yoongi who was standing by the door frame, watching the scene closely. He gave jimin a comforting smile as he tilted his head slightly.

Jimin smiled back at yoongi. His eyes still watery. And it was one of those moments when jimin realized how amazing yoongi actually was. Even though he'd forget about it from time to time. Somehow ,yoongi was always there.

He might not be the best person in the world, but he definitely brought out the best in jimin. Yoongi wanted jimin to be everything he couldn't be. He believed in jimin more than he did in himself and he knew the magic that happens when you do that. Loving and believing in someone, both can do magic.

Jimin wiped his tear as he mouthed an 'I love you' to yoongi. Yoongi mouthed it back not knowing exactly what was going through the youngers head.

Jimin took the courage and slowly began to shake his mother's shoulder, "mom. It's your son. I'm here for you. I'm here. Please."

Slowly, her eyelids began to move and seconds later, her eyes fluttered open. She didn't say anything, she didn't move. She was too shocked to do anything as her eyes met her son's. Jimin just nodded, as to show her it was real. That he was there. And then he smiled with his trembling lips.

"J-jimin.. Sweetie?" She said with a hoarse voice and yoongi immediately hurried to get a glass of water. Jimin nodded, holding in his tears, "I'm here, mom. It's me. I'm back. I'm so so sorry."

And that's when his mother broke into tears, shaking her head, "don't be. Don't be. I'm the one who should be sorry. Forgive me, son. I failed as a mother. I'm miserable."

"No, you're amazing." Jimin said and helped his mother to sit up, he hugged her tightly and she hugged back even tighter, caressing jimin's back as she kept mumbling the same words over and over, "my baby. My baby. You're here."

They hugged for minutes and jimin wouldn't have noticed if he didn't hear that little cough coming from the door's direction. His mother pulled away, immediately staring at the door. There was yoongi holding a glass of water in his hands.

"Oh, yoongi. My second son. Come here, please. Forgive me too."she said, welcoming yoongi in her arms. Yoongi hugged her back, like it was his own mother.

"I'm sorry for everything that happened, Mrs. Park. I'm not as perfect as I seem to be." He confessed, thinking about the trouble he had caused jimin but jimin immediately shook his head.

"Don't say that. My son wouldn't be with you, if you weren't someone else." She assured, giving yoongi the sweetest of smiles. And yoongi nodded his head as he saw jimin agreeing to that statement.

They sat there for a couple minutes. Everything felt so strange and different. It felt like it has been a while .a really long time. So much had happened. Not only with jimin and yoongi, but also with his mother.

"Oh, mother. Where's Dad?" Jimin remembered.

"We had an argument. He told me that I had to make a choice and I'm pretty sure it was the right one. We got divorced, because I chose you over him. And I should've done that since the beginning. I should've stood up for you because.. You're my son."

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