Intoxicating [VMinkook]

Thirty Seven

When the door swing open to the dorm. Jimin didn't even spare as word as he turns around with fingers threading through his black hair when he saw who was to the other side. Taemin steps inside and closes the door behind him, going up to Jimin's shaking body.

"I know you understand a bit Korean," Jimin says, more so stutters when he felt his presence close, "I just can't right now express this entirely in Spanish."

Taemin only stands in front of him, placing his fingers under Jimin's chin and cranes it up to face his puffy red eyes.

Trying so hard not to cry.

"I understand," Taemin says quietly, instantly making Jimin's lips wobble, "Let it out gatita."

And Jimin lost his fucking mind.

He suddenly flips the coffee table over, threw a vase against the wall, maybe a lamp too, grunting and crying under his breath with fists against the wall brutally to ease some of this pain in his chest.

"Why did she do it? Why!" Jimin wheezes painfully hard, gasping for air while slamming against fist against the wall in so much anger and confusion, breaking, "I was going to be a dad. I was going to have a child."

Taemin lets Jimin let out his anger, not stopping him from trashing his own dorm but keeping in mind on where to buy a few things to replace the broken ones that Jimin's rage destroyed.

Not like he minds it.

He recognizes this type of anger before, and it's horrible suppressing it inside.

But he suddenly grew more concerned when Jimin marches up to the kitchen. Like a shadow he follows behind him, but instantly his heart dropped when Jimin yanks out a knife from a cabinet and pins it to his neck.

"I can't! I'm done. I'm so done!" Jimin sobs through his tears, shrieking when Taemin suddenly grabs his wrist to stop him from gauging the knife to his neck, "No one is ever going to love me. Or even care about what the fuck I think! How I feel! I'm so tired of feeling so damn empty!" He's screaming now, rubbing his other hand to his chest to ease the ache, "I was going to be a dad. Why did she tell me? Why d-did she give it up? Why? We could've been a family. I-I'm so alone I just can't."

Taemin didn't say anything, his grip still tightly over Jimin's on the knife with eyes staring at the tears bleeding through the wounds of Jimin's eyes.

Listening to his broke cry.

His confusion.

His...... Heart.

This is the moment where Taemin's perspective on the other subtly changed entirely.

He hated him.

He hated him for being a gangster.

Wanting to be tough.

Wanting to be manly and act confident over a street gang, that ain't shit.

Now, he's seeing the true weakness of Park Jimin.

Humanity.

The vulnerability.

Who he truly is.

A man broken, who just wants to be loved.

To have a life.