FOREVER SEVENTEEN ;; YM

older, bolder, dumber II

YOONGI'S UTTER STUPIDITY ;; heartbreak

and it's sad to know
that we are not alone
and it's sad to know
that there's no honest way out

ever since the moment yoongi introduced jimin to that god forsaken needle, everything changed. it was one time, one needle and one hook up. jimin still wanted more, more and more. his body craved it, every inch of him.

the hook up.

that was the thing that sent him over the edge. he can still feel the soft feel of yoongi's lips on his skin, devouring him. and holy shit was it exhilarating, that stare that stripped him raw sending him into exuberance. he never could see what was to happen next...

however.

after that night, yoongi distanced himself. he left as the first ray of sun cracked from beneath the clouds, shimmering through jimin's blinds. there was no note, no goodbye kiss. just a cold space next to him, an aching pain and a delicate, delicate bond broken.

they didn't talk the next morning, or the day after, or after that. for months it kept up, until jimin was exited to see his phone buzzing with the ominous "hey." lit up on screen.

and it still wasn't enough. years passed, and here we were.

you see, jimin was still infatuated
he and yoongi were friends.
he was merely content.

and yet, they were both so blinded by ignorance.

yoongi never wanted to hurt jimin, and he knew he did. he knew it was getting worse. he knew it wouldn't never stop.

jimin didn't understand the aching pain in his chest every moment that needle touched his skin, how yoongi always seemed to flash in his head before he zoned.

who am i to say they were in love?

love is much deeper.

so on this day, as cherry blossoms in their gentle bloom blew delicately to the ground, when jimin slips to school, a month sober, what do you think will be the outcome? what's the moral of this tale?

it has no certain happy ending.

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the crowd bobbing in the hallway finally emptied as students rushed to their classes. jimin felt no pressure, prancing down the hallway. his locker was, concidentally, right next to yoongi's. but as he approached the lockers descending down the walls down to class 304, he found himself frozen upon a horrid sight.

park chaeyoung and min yoongi.

making out.

pushed up against jimins locker.

her hands grasping desperately at his hair.

his tongue all the way down her throat.

and in this moment, jimin felt so many emotions.
he couldn't handle it.
pink.
blue.
red.
green.

embarrassment
crippling sadness, echoing
anger, seeing red
and jealousy.

jealousy, what he was so afraid of.
and yet, on this fateful day, must succumb to.