Oxymoronic Eyes // Sope

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The original Chapter 22 was deleted. I'm so sorry for those of you who weren't given the chance to read it. :(

Good news is that I feel better about how I wrote this than the original! :) I even added a song as an apology 😔🤚🏻

**TRIGGER WARNING**

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1 Month Later

Yoongi sat against his bed frame, unmoving and eyes staring blankly into the depths of the slate grey wall. He hadn't gone to school for the past week. Just... completely lost the motivation to.

A soft knock resonated through the silence of the room before the door quietly creaked open.

"Yoon?" Jimin called out in a whisper, pink hair and dolly blue eyes peeping through the crack. When he didn't receive an answer, the boy proceeded to walk inside with his socked feet lightly pattering on the black walnut flooring.

Yoongi's outgrown mint hair curtained over his eyes, creating a barrier to block his real emotions from being seen. The younger sat near the edge of the mattress with a hand placed weightlessly on the others foot under the comforter.

Ever since the day he found out about Hoseok taking his own life, Yoongi blocked off any feelings; sadness, guilt, regret, hurt, heartbreak. He cried but never opened up to anyone about just how numb his heart was. He let the aching of his mind take control— pushing Jimin away, neglecting little Yoonji, getting into ridiculous arguments with his friends. He let down Hoseok and he's doing the same to the rest of his loved ones.

The mint head weakly lifted his hand; the disk that the brown-eyed boy held 'til his last breath was now loosely pinned between his fingers. Like a silver needle hung by a thinning, black thread.

"He loved making music." Was the first full sentence he'd spoken in a while. Jimin looked up, a little relieved that the male was finally talking. "He wanted me to listen to his songs... I never did."

He took a short pause, exhaling a shaky breath. The younger placed his smaller hand on top of the other's, a useless gesture of comfort at this point.

"I don't think I have the right to anymore. I never had the right. How am I suppose to listen to his thoughts and emotions when I couldn't pour out mine? I couldn't fucking stand up for him, Jimin!"

The pink haired boy sighed, pulling the older to his chest. Yoongi cried. The painful crack of an aching heart rung in their ears. Suddenly skinship was a lot more difficult than it used to be. Yoongi wished those were Hoseok's arms wrapped around him. Jimin wished he was cradling the brunet instead of the boy in front of him.

"If this is about what happened with Sehun last week..." Jimin started.

A Week Earlier

"You fucking asshole!" Yoongi furiously shouted, grabbing the male's shirt and landing a punch to his guts.

Sehun stumbled back, taken by surprise from the sudden attack. "What the hell, Min?!" He rubbed his stomach.

"You're a sick bastard!" A punch straight to the face.

"The fuck did I do?!" The taller angrily spat, holding his jaw in place.