Hey ya! || Jimin ff ||

Chim 19

I sighed as I held the dry air blower looking at the amazed Jimin looking at it impressed.

"Wow you really are smart." He complimented.

I rolled my eyes and nodded. "I'm afraid that it may not work but maybe it will work as your bag was kinda water proof?"

"Water proof? You say that the bag which was wet inside, is water proof?" He frowned.

"It did not let the bag fill with water wholly so I'm assuming it partially waterproof, mm?"

"That's pretty satisfying tho." He stood up and touched his clothes hanged in my room. My room looked like a 'dhobi ghat'(laundry) with the room filled with his clothes.
"Ahh...they are actually getting dry."

I looked at him to rude comment but stopped myself after seeing him adoring the technique so much. His lips stretched in a grin making him look like the happiest man in the world but his eyes sparkled like there were thousand of scars that he had burried deep inside him for noone to be able to see them.

Literally gorgeous.

His soft hair, fair skin, sculpted face, sharp jaws, adorable eyes, cute nose and those enchanting lips. Everything about his screamed 'perfect' and were  the key factor which made me invite a total stranger, even tho we were in good terms now, to live with us.

"I was a child when I became an orphan." He began.

My heart ached as I was right that he was going to tell something sadistic, his eyes spoke before he did.
I just let him continue, without saying anything, as I knew how safe we feel when no one is trying to judge and just listens to our misery.

"I grew up in an orphanage. There were other people too but I was not able to communicate with them properly, so I was invisible. A boy who is lost in his own world. Evertime. Everyday." He chuckled.

"Maybe that's why I felt a connection with you and Yosub. The more i observed you, the more I would realize how lonely I was. And then Yosub, Can you believe that I struggled to gain his trust and to make him talk to me for about 4 hours? That made me think if someone had talked to me, would i have felt safe to talk to them?
I felt that you both deserved better. Not just loneliness and insecure."

He was still staring at the cloth infront of him, which looked like the payjama of a small kid. He didn't even once looked at me probably because he wouldn't be able to confess after he met my pitiful graze. Anyone would pity his childhood, it was such a hard fight between him and his loneliness.

I gulped and just stared at his beautiful face. His eyes were teary and he was trying to hold it in.

"One day, they send the childerns of my age, maybe like 11 or 12,  to a boarding school. They thought that we were capable of living away from care. They didn't realised that it was no more than back in orphanage to me. Same old me with no company in the new place. The feeling was the same. I felt empty, no one noticed me and I was too afraid to ask for attention."

He pursed his lips into a thin line.
"I met him there. My teacher, Mr. Kim there. He noticed me when he saw me in the canteen sitting by myself. He taught me to be patient and brave. He told me that I will get a family when I will keep patient and my braveness. So I did. Teaching tuitions here and there after the first year of high school, because orphanage was no longer responsible for our lives."

He finally looked down and bit is lips.
"I always had a fear of thunderstroms, the dark skies and the rumbling atmosphere. I cannot stand that weather. I always was scared of it and had panick attacks during that times."
He gulped making his adam apple bobble up and down.

"Fortunately I always survived. But do you know the feeling that your soul is almost pulled out but then unexpectedly you live, even tho you wanted to end all the misery?"

Jimin turned to look at me with sadness in his eyes, filled with fearful liquid of tears.
"I felt it everytime it rains because I remember getting terriblely sick after I cried chanting someone to care for me in the rain that whole night. That sends shivers through my body."

He pulled out his hand, pointed towards me before be collapsed on the floor on his knees. His stare still piercing through my skull.

Few drops of tears dropped from my eyes and I almost ran to flung myself to him. I hugged him tightly and cried.
"It's ok let it out, Jimin. I'm here."

We cried in each other's embrace knowing that feeling without a word being spoken, because I felt him. He was fragile and wanted someone to keep him steady. He wanted to lean on someone after years of his patience to stand straight.

And then I realised.
Something lovely to me was something really harted and fearful to someone else.

A/n:

Something missing, right?
It will be revealed in next chap.

Take cake.

-Samtae✌

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