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Namjoon was still speechless.
He stared at the figure that is standing outside of Namjoon's house, having a soft smile and waiting for the taller to say something about their appearance. Namjoon just lowered his head, crossing his arms. He lifted his hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose, brows knitting.
"Aren't you..going to say anything?" Jimin nervously spoke with a small chuckle.
"Why the hell did you come here?"
Jimin's smile disappeared. "What?"
Namjoon looked up at him, brows staying knitted. "Why did you show up?"
"I wanted to see you. Am—Am I not allowed to see you?"
"Never."
Jimin fluttered his eyes. "Joon—"
"I went to jail because of you, my Noona still can't even trust me because of you, even Jeongguk can't trust me! My life is still fucked up because of you!" Namjoon couldn't help for raise his voice.
"Don't you even realized we both suffered being fucking orphans?" Jimin knitted his brows. "I saved your ass half of the times we did those stupid crimes!"
"You made me do those crimes! I-I was angry because I was jealous of others having normal lives! They had parents and I fucking didn't!"
"Neither did I!" Jimin yelled.
Namjoon closed his eyes, tightening his fists. I hope I'm dreaming. This is just a stupid nightmare like my other ones. Namjoon hopes and hopes. Jimin just sighs, walking over to the tall male, placing his hands on the taller's chest, fixing his shirt.
"I missed what we had. Why did you change?" He softly spoke.
"You fucked my life up, Jimin. I have finally gotten a family member to take care of me and you tried to take that away once she signed those papers. I'm not fucking my life up again with your dirty tricks."
"You know that I know everything about you, Joon. Your fetishes..your kinks..how you really feel about me showing up."
"I feel anger from you. Nothing of what you're even thinking."
"You're relieved that I'm here."
"You're bipolar."
Jimin clenched his jaw, moving his hands off of the male and brows knitting. "I've changed."
"You haven't. If you did, you wouldn't be here in front of my house right now."
"I wanted to see you."
"I don't care."
"Joon—"
"Leave." Namjoon interrupted. "I don't want to see you ever again."
Jimin just stared at him. "Don't you still..love me?"
"No."
Jimin's heart shattered even more. "I..I... Namjoon..."
"Please." He spoke again in a low voice. "Just go."
Namjoon just turns around, opening the door and walked back into the house, closing the door behind him. Jimin just stood there, lifting his hand up and quickly wiping his face from the late tears. He gulped hard, hands shaky.
"Years in that fucking mental hospital and I come back to this?" Jimin tightened his fists. "Whoever made you like that, shouldn't be helping you at all."
Hold them in, Namjoon. It's not worth it. Namjoon tried to hold his emotions, holding his head down with a tight grip on his hair. He was sitting on the couch, not ready to go back in his room and face Yoongi. Not just yet.
No tears for him. No tears. No tears! He already failed, tears rolling down his face. I'm so sorry Yoongi. I tried to get rid of him. But he just keeps showing up and ruining my life all over again. Namjoon moved his hands to cover his face. I've failed myself. And you.
"Joonie?"
Namjoon's heart dropped, moving his hands away from his face. I have to tell him. It's the right thing to do.
Yoongi curled his brows, walking over to the couch to see the male. "Was..Was it your Noona?"
"It was Jimin."
Yoongi fluttered his eyes. "What?"
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