Diary of The Infinite

66| Jimin

I woke with a start, clutching at my chest and shaking like I'd just run a marathon. I reached over and switched on my bedside lamp, feeling empty and scared. I pulled my phone from the charger and read the time with bleary, sleep heavy eyes. 3:46 a.m. 32 missed calls.

My heart beat frantically as I called back, praying he'd pick up, begging him to be okay. It didn't even ring once.

"Beginning please, I'm outside, please come outside."

"I'm coming," I swallowed hard, trying to push down the tears before they spilled down my cheeks.

I didn't put on shoes; I hauled my blanket up around my shoulders and scrambled out the door, careful not to step on Tae or Kookie who'd crashed in the living room. Yoongi wasn't waiting in the hall, he really meant outside. Worry coursed through our bond and I wasn't sure whose it was. On the verge of panic, I burst out the door and into the dimly lit parking lot. I needed Yoongi. I needed my End.

"You came." His voice sounded off, but it was him, leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Yoongi." I sobbed out, failing at controlling my raging emotions.

Yoongi was at my side in seconds, enveloping me as I collapsed into his arms. His fingers raked through my hair and held me tightly to him as I cried against his shoulder. I felt pathetic. But I knew it couldn't be helped. I tried to remember whether or not I was going to be mad at him. Regardless, I was overwhelmed with the calm being in his arms brought me.

He was whispering my name over and over, Beginning, Beginning, Beginning.

"Where'd did you go? You were so far away, End, I was so scared. I-I thought you might not come back." I hiccuped as my breathing finally became less erratic.

"I had to meet someone, I'm so sorry Beginning. I'll always be here, you'll always feel me. Baby I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you. I just... I just don't trust Hoseok. He isn't who he says he is. I'm sorry I can't see him the way you do." Yoongi murmured, rubbing circles into my back.

I shook my head against his shoulder. "I should've texted you. I'm sorry too."

Yoongi shivered against me and I stepped back, guiding him to sit on the step; I sat too and draped the blanket around his shoulder so we could share. He wasn't meeting my eyes and I felt a strange guilt in our connection. I felt insecure and worried about what he could be keeping from me. But I didn't want to ask. I wasn't sure if I could handle knowing.

"Just ask. Please Jimin." He sighed, voice cracking with emotion.

"W-what aren't you telling me Yoongi?" I whispered.

"I was meeting someone I used to," He hesitated, searching for the right word. "Someone I used to be with. He said he wanted to see me and I was angry, so I met him. Jimin, I didn't think he would, but he kissed me."

The air in my throat felt tight, and the regret and worry in Yoongi's confession tore at my heart. "Did. . . Did you let him? Did you want him to?"

Yoongi turned and cupped my face with his hands, forcing our eyes to meet. "No. I didn't like it and I didn't want it."

I felt the truth of it in my chest and the air came easier, he smiled, relieved. I leaned forward with a confidence that surprised the both of us and I pressed my lips to his. Mine. I pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, his hands found my waist and lifted me into his lap, the blanket slipping down my shoulders. Mine. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling gently and let my hands travel downward, outlining the gentle slope of his chest and the lean muscles of his back that curved when he leaned into me. Mine. All drowsiness had long deserted me and I was hyper aware of the cold air on our skin, his cold fingers pressing into my hips, the soft breathes that left his lips as our lips met repeatedly, as if I could erase that other man's kiss with my own.

He tasted of the cold, of the evening mist and gravel. As if he walked here.

"Yoongi." I whispered breathlessly. "You have to come inside. I'll make you tea, you're so cold hyung."

"Baby," Yoongi rested his forehead against mine. "My baby."

"My Yoongi. Only mine." I replied.

"Only yours." He agreed.

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