Diary of The Infinite

34| End

I didn't go into work the next day. Jin wouldn't allow it. And frankly, I just wasn't up for it. I wanted to find Jimin. I wanted to fix things.

I hoped I wouldn't get lectured. Jin had covered that already. He'd asked me not to draw like that anymore. He asked me to come to him if I ever felt like hurting myself.

But Jin didn't get it.

My torture could never be relieved by suicide. I was eternal. End was eternal.

I could never escape. Jimin would understand that, wouldn't he?

I concentrated on the buzz of our connection. My anchor. Today, I let it pull me. Out the door and down the sidewalk, past the restaurant. How far away did Beginning live? It didn't matter. I wanted to be near him now. Right now.

I reached a nice apartment building. It was a tall red brick with white trim. The small lawn was well-kept with small blue and lavender hydrangeas. (My friend bibliophileperson1 and my classmate Noah helped me pick the flowers and colors lmao I said I'd credit them)

I took the stairs, no use passing Jimin's floor in the elevator. I strode purposefully through the halls, feeling the thrum intensify until it enveloped me in a blanket of warmth.

I found the door and I sat down outside of it. I knew Beginning would come to me when he we was ready. I only hoped I wouldn't be waiting here forever. The soothing buzz of our connection lulled my  hungry and exhausted self to sleep.

___________Jimin's Pov____________

I was awfully aware of Yoongi's being right by my door. Although, for inexplicable reasons, I didn't open the door quickly. I wanted to know how long End would wait. At least for a little while.

I couldn't focus on anything, my phone, my show, nothing. I wandered my apartment aimlessly feeling dizzy with Yoongi's closeness.

Finally, I lost his patience and the threw the door open, a sleeping Yoongi landing in a heap at my feet. Roused at the impact, Yoongi looked up sleepily.

"Well hello there."

"End."

I pulled him to his feet with a sigh.

"Do I want to know why you're sleeping against my apartment door?" I tried to sound cold and uninterested.

I wanted to be cool.

"I felt like taking a walk and well, this is where I ended up." Yoongi shrugged.

Flashing back to my long drive home the other day, all thoughts of 'cool' flew out the window.

"You walked here! Yoongi, what the hell! You could get heat sick!"

I pulled Yoongi inside and made him eat lunch with me.

__________Yoongi's Pov___________

"Jimin I'm sorry." I told him.

I was trying not to get caught up in Jimin. Jimin who had sat beside me rather than across from me, close enough for me to smell his earthy spring cologne. I needed to focus on apologizing.

Jimin sat back in his chair, looking at the floor. "It's alright."

An unintelligent question was burning in my mind. A few actually.

"Why were -- why did it upset you Beginning?" I exhaled. "And what did you mean when you said we're forever?"

"End! Why wouldn't I be upset? You draw so beautifully the young, innocent things in life, but you portray death as ugly, hostile, and dark! That's not what death is Yoongi, you should know that. And to draw yourself? End, I was barely able to be me without you beside me, but if you were gone completely? That would be hell."

"And when I said we're forever," Jimin plowed on, letting all of the pent up words tumble from his perfectly kissable lips. "I meant that being around you isn't dangerous. -- You aren't dangerous!"

I looked down at Jimin's hand clutching my own. Beginning had grabbed it about halfway through his speech.

"I. . . I'm beginning to figure that out." I swallowed hard. "And I promise not to draw like that anymore."

When Jimin didn't reply, I stood, intending to leave.

Jimin jumped up and hugged me. "Promise that you won't disappear. I need you Yoongi."

I was finding it increasingly difficult to not to be selfish. I just wanted to hold Jimin all day everyday for eternity. I let myself nuzzle my face into Jimin's hair. He smelled so pretty. Like the beginning of everything should.

"I won't disappear. I promise. This time, I'll stay."

"Mfntdrjyngdffr"

"What on earth?"

"I'm not freaking crying. You are." He buried his head back into my chest. "I'm not going to hurt you y'know, you can relax."

I allowed it. For Jimin. I hugged him back as tightly as I dared. And Jimin was partially correct. I was crying.

It hurt my chest. How much I wanted to kiss Jimin, that is. But I wasn't allowed. Not even a little.

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