Exotic Dancer [MYGxPJM]

19.

Jimin

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Hoseok and Jungkook order another round of drinks for us. It's the first time I was allowed to go outside for something different than my jobs. We're sitting at our favorite bar, which is filled with people trying to drink their sorrows away. I've told my friends what had happened, but I never showed them the marks on my body. They never noticed them, either. Hyuna allowed me to keep my shirt on and Hansung promised me it was ok if I let it heal before I started working again. I miss WHAM! I miss Yoongi. I've tried yelling him out of my mind, I tried thinking of him as the bad guy ruining my relationship, but I am not a person to rely on lies. I had never been as happy as I was when I was still seeing him. Now time has gone by and I haven't even seen a glance of him. It's like he disappeared from the world. I by now doubt he was even real, but the burning feeling of the marks on my back tell me he still is somewhere, waiting for me. the thought alone makes my stomach turn. I would never want this to happen to Yoongi ever again. He doesn't deserve such hatred towards him. He deserves to live the normal life, something he'll never get as long I'm in his life. I haven't touched any drugs. I think even that could never cure me from what I'm feeling.

"Jimin? Are you listening?" Hoseok has been working the most. I can see it in his eyes and the way he sits. He needs a day off, but Hyuna can't help but use him more now that I'm being a whiny little bitch. That's what Junseo called me. "Yeah, I'm listening." "Then what was I saying?" Hoseok's question startles me and brings me to one knee. I surrender. "Sorry, I just.. I keep thinking about him." "Why don't you just call him? I mean, Junseo still hasn't found out about your phone." Jungkook is now the one to ask me something. I, by myself, bought a new one with cash I got to keep myself. Yoongi promised me one. For my birthday, if I remember it correctly. My birthday seemed so close back then, but it still hasn't come to us. Time has slowed down. It stopped running and started walking the last day I saw his graceful face. "I think space is what we both need right now." "Your appearance tells us something different, jimin." Jungkook keeps his eyes staring deeply into mine, and it makes me question if I really should be calling him. "Maybe after a few more drinks." I chuckle out before letting the remaining alcohol in my glass slip down my throat. The burning feeling makes my body ache for more. Yes. Make me feel good. Make me feel at least something.

"I don't think there's time for that anymore." Hoseok's eyes light up yet look worried. I follow Hoseok and turn around. Jungkook is gawking at him. He walks in like something straight out of a movie. His hands are hidden in his leather jacket pockets. He's wearing a white shirt underneath, which is propped inside of his black jeans. It's suddenly very hot in the bar. It took him two weeks. Two whole, damned, sad, lonely weeks. But he isn't here for me. His shoulder bumps into Taehyung's, who is, while I told him not to, wearing his bright red jacket and ripped white jeans. They look like they're on a date. Yoongi is walking like he hurt himself, or like someone kicked him in the balls. It worries me. He even grits his teeth every time he has to use his right leg. My whole body tenses up when they walk past us. It's not very easy to notice us here, behind all the other tables and walls, but somehow, Taehyung notices us. His face lightens up and I can see he wants to run towards us, until his eyes meet mine. His face turns pale. He looks at Yoongi's back and back at me again. Yoongi doesn't want to see me. It's clear enough. But now I'm just getting paranoid. Taehyung. Taehyung's the reason I haven't touched any drugs. He cried. Cried for me. He found out somehow, I don't remember the story, I was stoned back then. I appreciate the tears he shed for me, though.