Destiny.

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I rose my eyes from the book to the voice owner.

Jimin.

Jimin just entered my room from the window, with a small pout on his lips and wearing  an oversized hoodie that made him look ten times smaller.

"I..Jimin, you-"

"I didn't fuck." Jimin sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the floor. "I would never do that after I just confessed to you"

"Then explain where these hickeys came from." I answered, pointing to the marks on his neck that aren't as red as they were yesterday but are still visible.

"Jungkook I'm a.. I don't know how to name that. I'm a.. you can call me a-"

"Talk for fuck's sake!" I raised my voice enough Jimin to jump in his place and for my mother to open my room's door.

"Oh, you're not alone then." She babbled then chuckled, closing the door and leaving Jimin and I again in the door.

"Nevermind." He was about to straddle the window again when I grabbed his wrist and pulled him close to me. I put the book on the bed and hugged him, feeling safe like everytime I'm smelling that vanilla-rose scent of his.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to him, burrying my face in the crook of his neck. "I just can't control it anymore. I missed you like crazy Jimin, you have no idea of what you're doing to me."

And I was speaking the truth.

"Stop." Jimin pulled me away from him and I could notice a tear coming out of his eyes. "You're gonna hate me when I tell you this"

"Tell me what, Jimin?" I asked him, looking fondly into his sharp eyes with the small pretty monolid, trying to find a bit of eager in them. But I found nothing exept for Worry.

"I had a big brother, a mother, and a father. We were a typical happy family. Exept that my mother was the one to pay everything while my dad was taking care of us. Let's say that my mother went I have no fucking idea where with my brother because he's more mature than I am and left me with my dad. My dad is broke, he started drinking because he missed mom and his son, he drank, he drank, he drank, until he became an alcoholic and because of that he couldn't work because he wouldn't sober up at all. So I'm the one to bring money now, exept that it's by my body. Like a pathetic bitch who isn't worthy, so decided to sell his body. To let people fuck her for money. Yes, that's how pathetic I am." Jimin started to cry, but I couldn't say a word. I was so shocked by what Jimin was sayinc but in tge same time so amased by how he is throught all of these things and still has that smile on his face that I have no words anymore.

If I was him, god knows what I would have done. No lies here. Those people who keep making your day, cheering you up, making you smile, bringing hapiness to you are the ones who have been throught hell and still are. Jimin doesn't deserve this, Jimin deserves to be wrapped in a warm blanket with coffee and cookies with someone who cares about him cuddling him to death, doing anything in the world just for him to be happy.

But I can't be that person to him. Not me. I can't even make a proper joke, how the fuck can I make someone like him happy?

"I'm..I'm sorry for bothering you with this. I'm.. I really had a good time with you and thank you for-"