12am | Jinmin

12:51am

Seokjin wanted to take his phone and blast his feelings through the speaker and hope that Jimin could understand and reach him. He really wanted to.

But he just can't.

He's scared.

What is there to be scared of, you may ask. Seokjin learnt that sharing your feelings may not be the best option. You'll only get words full of pity, but lacking of empathy. You'll get concerned eyes but with no emotions. You'll have an open ear to listen to you, but your words goes out through the other ear. The blonde would get hugged and cradled but he would feel no warmth.

He was never really permanent in other people's minds. Never the top priority. The thought of him just comes and goes. Seokjin didn't want to show his vulnerability to only get the short end of the stick. He was better at listening and consoling others.

The blonde didn't utter a word, his eyes beginning to feel rusty. The warmth that enveloped around his body lulled his mind to sleep, "can we sleep?"

Jimin looked at Seokjin, eyes glittering in the dark. The raven decided to close an eye on his hyung's teary, tired eyes.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he ran his fingers through his hyung's blonde locks, "goodnight."