Jimin's head was throbbing in pain as it leaned towards his front door where he had dropped, he couldn't move and his sobs prevented him from answering to Hoseok's word who tried calming him down.
"What happened?" his best friend kept asking.
The youngest couldn't bring himself to speak or even open his eyes and allow himself to stare at his roomate.
"Jimin, you're worrying me."
"We-" that was all he could say "We..."
"You? What? Did he hurt you?"
"No, I mean... No, no." Hoseok was just as confused as Jimin was with his own words.
After all, Yoongi did hurt him saying all those things, but Jimin just didn't know if he meant to. He didn't know anything about anything at that point. Were they two really meant to be? Why was it all so hard, why were they the only one going through it? Everyone talked about how beautiful it all is, the falling in love and all that but no one talks about how the fights break you to pieces in a matter of seconds, how the mean words feel like bullets going through your heart and how the minute it all falls apart you feel like half of you has been ripped off your body. No one talks about the hard shit. It's all sunflowers and butterflies until it gets to the stormy days.
"Come on, Jimin." Hoseok attempted for the 10th time to get him up, this time successful "Let's go to the couch, I'll make you some tea and we can talk about this. Or not. Let's just get you somewhere comfortable to be sitting on.
Jimin nodded walking along Hoseok to the couch. He was left alone in the living room for a few minutes. By then his tears and sobs seemed to have slowed down. His headache got worse as it did but Jimin was fine with it. He'd rather have that than feeling like he was about to pass out due to the lack of air.
"Here." Hoseok placed a mug with hot tea in front him "Be careful, it's hot."
"Thank you." he sniffled.
"So, do you want to talk or would you rather go rest?"
"I don't feel like sleeping." Jimin mumbled through sips.
Hoseok didn't push further in the subject, not wanting to be too annoying on his friend who probably just wanted his time.
"He told me I was annoying." Jimin spoke up again after placing his mug down "That I never shut up. That he I did sometimes."
"That's not true. At all!" Hoseok rushed to assure him.
"Yeah, he told me that this morning when we woke up..." The youngest sighed ruffling his own blonde hair "We fought and then we had sex."
"You... wait. What?"
"Yeah... We started fighting and we just started kissing and it escalated." They both started at each other for a second "Besides the point, we fought and told me that while we fought just because he seemed down all night and I asked him what was wrong."
"What, so you fought and had sex. Did you make up?" Hoseok seemed confused. "Normally after sex people make up, I don't know."
"I think, Yoongi Hyung thinks we did. But... If he meant it when he told me I annoyed him, how should I feel? He says he didn't mean it, but then... why did he say it? Why was I made a target if he didn't mean it?"
"Maybe he was just annoyed." Hoseok tried to reason.
"It still hurts to be told that."
"I know." Hoseok reached for his best friend's knee "And he knows too."
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Soundless Melodies
FanfictionIn a simillar universe to ours, where you stop hearing certain sounds once you come in contact with your soulmate, Yoongi, a music producer, one day crashes into Jimin, a dancer, while in a rush and since then Yoongi can't listen to music anymore. ...