Jimin's knees gave out. He stumbled, and Yoongi grabbed him, slipping his arm under his to support him.
This isn't happening this isn't happening this isn't happening...
It can't happen.
Yet...
"Jimin, are you okay?" Yoongi asked, staring at the younger intently.
"I... I...". Jimin gasped for breath.
Too many emotions were whirling in his head.
I actually have a soulmate.
He's... my stalker is actually my soulmate...
"Are you all right, honey?" The lady stood there, thoroughly concerned for the both of them.
"Jimin, answer me," Yoongi commanded.
"I... I can't," he gasped.
"Breathe," Yoongi said.
"C-can't..."
"Yes you can. Breathe with me. In, hold it, and out again."
Jimin struggled to follow his instructions.
His body trembled like a leaf in the wind. Yoongi's hand traveled soothingly up and down his back, giving Jimin a grounding point.
Jimin focused on that. The firm feeling of physical contact with another human.
He vaguely heard Yoongi telling the lady something, but he couldn't make out what he had said. After that, she left, casting a sidelong worried glance at the two of them.
Slowly, after what seemed like forever, Jimin gradually came back to himself.
He took a few moments before taking a slightly shaky deep breath and steadying himself on his feet.
Yoongi kept his hand on his back.
"Jimin...?" Yoongi was watching him concernedly.
The younger took another deep breath, then fixed his gaze on the ground. It was easier than looking at the boy next to him.
"I'm okay," he said, voice cracking in the middle of the statement. He cleared his throat.
"You sure?"
"Yes... thank you, hyung."
Yoongi gave him a confused laugh. "Thank me for what?"
"For..." Jimin paused.
For telling me
For being here.
For giving me hope.
He smiled to himself.
"For everything."
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Apple Blossoms | Yoonmin
FanfictionIn a world where soulmates find each other through shared scents, how can a boy find true love if he can't smell anything?
