FOREVER SEVENTEEN ;; YM

fluffy pillows, drugs and strawberries

YOONGI'S CRIPPLING PANG OF CONSCIENCE ;; hate that i love you

jimin's world was still and flat with cherry blossoms floating slowly towards the concrete.

yoongi's world was thick with black oil and overruled by a raging, powerful thunderstorm.

but even through the lightning...

jimin made yoongi's world spin a little less.

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fluffy pillows, drugs and strawberries. it's funny how in the span of just one day, jimin's life had stumbled down a never-ending hill, into an empty void where he lay afloat. for the rest of the day, he had himself swaddled in duvets, watching the rain pitter and slide smoothly down the windows. 

however, for yoongi...

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"shut up shut up shut up!" the broken boy below him screamed. guilt resonated through his chest, aching every part of him. this was to protect jimin, he solemnly swore in his head. it's just a small amount of time, and then everything will be okay. he'll be safe and sound.

"i hate you! i fucking hate you!" the words were bitter and harsh, spitting fire at yoongi. "all i ever did was care a-a-and you just ignored m-m-me and you made me think t-t-that i deserve it- fuck!" the boy bawled, leaving yoongi feeling like he's 10 feet away. he'll never reach.

"why? why did you have to do this? w-w-why me- why her?" the soft mewl came out a plea for help.

i don't know, jimin.

i don't know.