tattoo couple | yoonmin

-21-

- farewell the parks -

tomorrow tonight - Loote
i recommend listening to this song.

as refreshing as yelling at his parents was, jimin felt somewhat empty.

as much as his parents agonised him, he'll somewhat miss the constant disappointment they pushed on him.

jimin grew due to the distaste his parents had for him, he pushed himself so god damn hard to become who he wants, to be proud of himself.

one thing he's learned from this, he only needs validation from himself. he was pushing, shoving and clawing at his parents to give him the satisfaction he wanted. no matter how deep the claws sank in his parents stayed dormant. they wouldn't budge, show him love nor support.

jimin somehow is now at peace with this information, he can breathe clearly.

he took a step back, away from everything. he said goodbye to the shop, to his friends to yoongi. he packed up and left.

as much as it pained him to do so, it's what was right.

he realised the damage he had done to those around him, his neglect to yoongi, for his parlour.

saying goodbye was tough, he never thought he had to but seeing how damaged he had become because of his parents broke him further.

"when do you think jimins returning?" namjoon asks the dull shop, words echoing the walls.

six am in LA was bleak, a soft grey fog clearing the streets. winter was hard.

yoongi felt it the most as his head rested on the cold leather seat of the parlour, body shivering from lack of sleep. every move he makes, gives a hollow feeling in his insides, heart empty. he felt dead.

he met jimin on this couch a few years back, he fell in love on this couch and now it holds his heartbreak.

"yoongi?" namjoon calls, hand rested cautiously on his almost trembling shoulder. yoongis soft glassy eyes meet namjoons, yoongi shakes his head only.

"i... i don't know namjoon, i really don't..."

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"jimineeee!!" a sweet voice that cracks his wounded heart shouts. the door slams excitedly behind yoongi as he slips into the apartment, big smiles.

a shaken sigh, jimin turns to the door. he doesn't attempt to hide the bag. there's no point, jimin being gone in the morning was a big enough hint.

as the bedroom door opens jimins guard falls deeper. the lack of clothes in the wardrobe and the gain on the floor, the bag on the bed and the sorrow on jimins face. evidence enough?

"jimineeee-" yoongi stops, stood at the door following jimins gaze to the floor.

"w-what's going on?" yoongi asks with a hopeful smile, hopeful of just a fun trip.

yoongi isn't stupid, he never has been. his soft little baby side covers the loss of childhood, the loss of love. he for one is not thick. jimins leaving.

he's seen it before, his mother, hoseok. now jimin? why does this keep happening? why to yoongi?

hasn't he gone thought enough?