"Jimin," you said his name, not knowing what else to say. He looked shocked to see you, but he didn't look agitated or confused like you thought he would.
You went to him immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck. You don't know why, but it seemed like an immediate response. A reflex. It didn't make sense for you to do anything else.
He let you hug him, wrapping his arms around your waist like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet. He buried his face in your hair, and you could feel the tears falling again.
"Jimin, shh, it's okay," you tried to comfort him, without knowing exactly what you were comforting him about.
He hiccuped into your hair, choking as a sob shook his shoulders. You rubbed his neck gently, running your fingers through his hair, and let him cry. You knew his cool and disinterested demeanor was a mask. Everyone who knew him well knew that. But you had never seen him let it go and break down before, and it killed you that you couldn't fix it.
Jimin pressed you closer to him by the small of your back, and you wrapped your arms tighter around him and let yourself be pulled.
You stood like that for what seemed like forever, letting Jimin wrap himself up in you. Though maybe 'letting' was the wrong word; you knew you needed him just as much as he needed you in that moment.
Too soon, he froze and took a step back, leaving you with nothing but cold and empty air to hold onto.
"God, I'm stupid," he furiously wiped the tears from his eyes.
"No, Jimin, it's okay," you told him, "You're not stupid, you—"
He cut you off, which was probably a good thing, because you had no idea what you were going to say next. Ideally something comforting, something that would make him feel better, but it probably would've just done the opposite.
"I am stupid," he snapped. He wouldn't look at you, his eyes frenzied and embarrassed, "Why can't you see that? Why do you keep acting like there's nothing wrong with me?"
"Jimin, I—"
"No, don't Jimin me. I'm so tired of people saying my name like that. Like they're afraid whatever they say is going to push me over the edge," his voice was a growl.
"Okay, I'm sorry," you creased your eyebrows, "How the hell do you want me to say your name, then?"
He was silent for a few moments until he finally spoke.
"Get out," he said, his voice low.
"No, I'm not going to—"
"I said get OUT," his voice was a yell now, and he finally raised his eyes to look at you. They were fiery.
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Physical Reasons || P.JM ✔
Romance♛ "That's bullshit," he growled, buttoning up his shirt without even looking at you, "You just want the sex. Don't act like you care about me." ♛ © park_jimin_luv
