King of My Heart | vmin

chapter 1

Chapter 1

Today

The strangest part was the overwhelming numbness in his legs and arms. Jimin felt unable to move or had the energy to do so. The pain came later, the heavy chest and heavy heart. The phone had blacked out long ago, but he still stared at it as if the message was imprinted on the screen. He wanted to be angry, scream at the wall – do something, throw something.

The knocking on his door had started as slow, tentative knocks. As time went on and his cheeks stained, and his eyes felt swollen, the knocking got louder.

He wasn't sure how much time passed or what time of the day it was. He knew, however, that it was a day later.

It got darker in his room eventually. He stopped staring at his phone a while back ago and instead watched the yellow curtains blow gently. The evening created shadows in his room, and the light cold air filled his room. It smelled like it was going to rain.

The knocking started up again.

Fuck, that's annoying, Jimin thought.

Not before long, his room was completely dark. The only light broke through from the crack under the door from the hallway. He was facing away from the door, but from the way the light flickered, he could tell they were standing outside of his door. He didn't know exactly how long, but they have been trying for hours. This time they called out.

"Jimin-ssi?" Jungkook's voice. "You should have something to eat or drink."

Jimin ignored him. He didn't want to move. He just wanted to be alone.

An hour or so passed when he finally moved. He sat up, looking around the room, his eyes slightly adjusted to the dark. He still grabbed his phone and used it as a light. He found a chocolate bar he bought for Taehyung last week. A long moment passed, and he realized that he was staring at it.

As quietly as he could, he unwrapped it and took a small bite. A shadow walked by his room, but they didn't knock. Two others lived with him (he actually lived with them), and their friends practically lived there. It was their home away from home. It was Jungkook, Jin, and Yoongi. The four of them saved up enough money to rent a tiny apartment. Taehyung had practically lived here.

More hours passed.

The knocking was louder and frantic.

He wanted to yell and shout at them to leave him alone.

More voices yelled through the door. Jungkook again, and then next Jin asked for him to come out. And then it was Namjoon, even Hoseok, after the first three tried. The one who surprised him was Yoongi telling him he'll knock the door down if he didn't open the door in three seconds.

He checked his phone, scrolling through his notifications, ignoring all of their messages. Hana, who had left for the month to visit home, had even messaged him. He noted that he had locked himself in his room for almost twenty-four hours.

"Jimin, open the damn door!" Namjoon yelled.

He curled back into a ball, playing with a loose thread on the pillow. Taehyung's pillow.

He heard a key, and the door creaked open (Jimin didn't know they had keys for the rooms). "Stay outside," He heard Jungkook whisper to the others, and then louder to Jimin, "Jimin?"

He said nothing, covering his face with the blanket.

"Hey, stop it." He felt Jungkook's weight beside him. "You can't do that."

Why not?

"What happened with Taehyung wasn't your fault." Jimin felt like it was. "He didn't tell anyone that he was depressed, Jimin-ssi."

"Tell him to go away," Jimin mumbled. Jungkook closed his eyes. Jimin looked past his friend's shoulder at the other peeked inside the room. "I don't want him in my home."

Jungkook sighed. It was quiet. "Close the door," He said, and someone closed it.

"Can I be alone?"

"No way." Jungkook laid down beside him, wrapping his arm around Jimin's waist. He pulled him closer, holding his friend, who cried softly.