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11.

Song of the chapter:
I Am In Great Pain, Please Help Me by Crywank

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Somewhere, far away on the horizon, the sun is setting. It is already early September, so the days are getting shorter again.
At least it is still pleasantly warm as Jimin realizes when he steps out of the building; behind him, the door falls shut.
With a smile on his face, he breathes in the dirty air of Seoul, then, he makes his way down the street and towards the bus station. He only has to walk three blocks; he can do that.

The smile on his face doesn't falter as he walks. Quite frankly, he hasn't felt this good in a long time. And it is all because of one single person.
Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket. It is getting darker by the minute, and a look at the time tells him it's almost eight.
Then, he spots the message on his phone, a message sent by an unknown number. Yet, Jimin knows immediately who sent it.

Unknown
Hey

It's a simple message, but it makes Jimin's smile grow to a grin.

Jimin
Wow, I have been gone for, like, 5 minutes
Clingy much

He is just teasing, of course.
He tabs on the number and saves it as Yoongi hyung :). His heart feels warmer as he sees the name on his display.

Yoongi hyung :)
Disrespectful

Jimin giggles. God, he is so far gone, it's unbelievable.
He quickly types back a message, Just kidding, haha
Seeing you again today was great, Yoongi
Relieving, then he locks his phone and puts it away. It's just the truth, but he still feels shy about his feelings and doesn't want to see Yoongi's answer right away. Although, they did have sex again, so it is very unlikely for Yoongi to reject him now because of such a message.

Shortly after, Jimin reaches the bus stop. Much to his dismay, he realizes he still has to wait about 15 minutes which is alright, but not ideal. With a sigh, he sits down on the bench, winces at the pain in his butt.
Luckily, there are no other people at the bus stop. There is a metro station nearby, so most people probably use the metro, but for Jimin, the bus is unfortunately more convenient.
At least this way, no one will give him weird looks for the goofy smile that is stuck on his lips.
His thoughts wander off quickly. He checks his phone one more time, but Yoongi hasn't replies yet, so he puts it away again.
Never in his life would Jimin have thought to meet Yoongi again, especially not like that – just coincidentally, in a café on the other side of town where he usually never is.
Maybe now he'll drop by more frequently.
The moment Jimin spotted Yoongi sitting at the table, staring right back at him with his catlike dark eyes, Jimin felt as if he was in a weird parallel dimension. Is this real life? was what he asked himself, Is this a dream?
It was not. Jimin at the latest realized it when Yoongi kissed him.
Jesus, he had missed his lips so much. He had missed Yoongi altogether, his smile, his face, him as a person. He had missed him so much that at times, it hurt, a hollow ache right in his chest that he couldn't soothe no matter what.
Jimin had tried dating other people. Girls, at first, skinny, tiny girls that were one or two years younger than him but somehow reminded him of Yoongi. He hated it.
Then, he moved over to the male side. It was in some way better, at least they were male and not female, but they weren't Yoongi.
Jimin developed meaningless crushes that faded into nothingness, broke up with the poor boys just to go find someone else. Sex didn't feel like sex with Yoongi, it felt dull and loveless. Kisses were meaningless, every touch was a necessity.
Eventually, he stopped. He realized he needed to quit dragging innocent people into this mess; and he needed to stop hurting himself this way.