He Whispers ••Yoonmin••

Chapter 7

"Never to suffer would never to have been blessed." Edgar Allan Poe

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Jimin's Pov

"Why did no one believe my brother." I sob into Yoongi's chest. He doesn't say anything, he just keeps me close to him and whispers calming words. "And his last words to me were that he's finally free. Jihoon was dying but he was content about it." I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

It takes some time for Yoongi to speak.

"That clown... do you think the clown we have seen today is the one your brother was talking about?" Yoongi asks. I can hear the sorrow in his voice. I've already told the most heartbreaking part of my story but there is still so much left. "I know it's the same clown." I answer without thinking twice. He deserves to know the whole story, I just feel that he should know everything.

"Jiminie, where did you see it before?" I lift my head and look Yoongi in the eyes, his cat-like ones already on me. I didn't expect him to ask this question. "First time I saw it the same day Jihoon died." I answer quietly trying not to think about that moment again. My words seem to shock Yoongi as his eyes become wider.

"He looked me straight into the eyes and at that moment I knew that everything my brother told was truth. I'm so scared, Yoongi." I cry out, more tears welling in my eyes.

"Tell me what scares you that much, please." Yoongi asks a little bit confused and I know it's time to tell him my biggest secret. "I'm the one who can hear him now... He whispers." The words are barely audible but Yoongi hears them perfectly. "You really can hear him..." I can't tell what Yoongi is thinking, his expression shows so many different feelings: confusion, shock and even fear... fear for me.

"Yes. And my brother was right. The things he says are horrible and they just keep getting worse. I don't know what to do. I don't want to die. I need to be strong for my family, I can't give up. But sometimes I'm not sure if I can be strong, I'm not sure if I want to live anymore." At those words Yoongi lifts my chin so I would face him. "Listen to me, you are much stronger than you think. And you're not alone anymore, you have me. You have other friends too. We will figure this out together. We will find out how to get rid of him, okay? Together."

His words give me hope. It doesn't matter what's going to happen next I will feel safer because I have Yoongi now. "Okay. Together." I answer.

I calm down almost the same time the movie ends. Neither one of us didn't really watch it. We were both lost in our thoughts and got lost in each other's embrace. I know this house is so big it probably has at least a few guest rooms and I should probably sleep in one of them but I don't want to leave Yoongi's bed. And I definitely don't want to sleep alone tonight.

For my luck, Yoongi doesn't tell anything about it, he just keeps petting my hair.

"Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?" I finally break the silence. "I don't want to be alone." Shyness takes over my whole body as the words leave my lips. "Of course you can, Jiminie." Yoongi answers without thinking. "Let's have some rest now." His voice is calmer than usual and sleep is already overtaking his body.

"Okay. Good night, Yoongi." I say sleepily also feeling my mind becoming drowsy. "Good night, Jimin." That night I fall asleep in his arms with Yoongi playing with my hair.

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I wake up from the sun shining right into my face. To avoid it I burry my face to what I assume is a pillow. A very warm, comfy and breathing pillow... Wait what?! I lift my head faster than anything I've done before just to see Yoongi peacefully sleeping. His breathing is steady and soft, little puffs of air leaving his mouth. I don't think he's going to wake up anytime soon.

I only now realise that his hands are on my waist and... I'm basically on top of him. Thanks to all the power of the world that Yoongi's still sleeping because this situation would be really awkward. I untangle our feet but for some reason I don't want to escape from his embrace so I just lay there beside him, his hands still on my waist.

Now I have a perfect time to look at Yoongi's face closer. His closed eyes look so cute and his adorable little nose... I want to poke it so badly. I don't even realise when I start smiling. His lips are parted and soon I get lost while looking at them. They look like they would match mine perfectly. If I knew him for a longer time I would kiss him right now.

After some time Yoongi starts moving around and finally wakes up. At first, he looks a bit confused when he sees me but soon he remembers yesterday's evening and a smile shows up on his face. "Good morning, Jiminie. Did you sleep well?" I think for a quick second. The night flied by quickly and I don't feel even a bit tired. "It was the best sleep I've had in a long time." I confess breaking eye contact. Since the death of my brother and with this whole clown situation happening I wasn't able to sleep. 'Who thought that all I needed for a good sleep is a hot guy?' I say in my mind. Or so I thought.

"A hot guy? Well, I'm flattered, Jiminie." Yoongi chuckles sitting up. "I'm going to make breakfast. Do you like omlette?" Yoongi asks and gets out of the bed taking all the warmth away from me. Oh my god his bed hair is so cute I want to run my hand through it so bad. "Yeah, I do." I answer shy because of what I said earlier. Yoongi nods and leaves the room.

I fall back on the bed, hiding my face in the pillow. HOW COULD I SAY THIS OUT LOUD?! I feel so embarassed. Now Yoongi knows that I think he's hot. Well, he is but I didn't think this is how I will tell him.

I hear Yoongi shouting from the kitchen that the breakfast is ready and I finally get out of bed. Yoongi's presence is doing something to me. This boy is waking my heart up from the bad dream it's stuck in.