Family of Four

Don't leave me

Jimin sat in his room, his face still red and puffy with tears. He hadn't left since Thursday when his date was. Jimin really thought he'd be ready to let go of Taemin. He told himself that they would meet again like nothing had changed but he couldn't lie to himself forever.

He hated feeling like this. So weak and alone. The empty pit in his stomach was begging him to eat something yet Jimin refused. He didn't want to do anything that didn't involve his lost love. He thought he didn't deserve it.

Taemin left because of him, because of something he did. He didn't want to be near him. That's why he walked away, because he thought Jimin wasn't good enough.

As irrational as Jimin knew he was being, he couldn't help it. He kept thinking that if anyone he loved left his sight they'd never come back.

It wasn't a mystery as to why.

Jimin told Namjoon and Seokjin that he didn't remember much from living with his biological parents. Yet that was a lie. Jimin remembered nearly everything. They were adicts who neglected him. He'd go days without food or attention and was practically left to fend for himself. Yet Jimin still wanted to be with them. He wasn't attached, but just didn't want to be alone.

His foster families after were no better. For a whole year, all he did was move around with little to no emotional ground to stand on.

Maybe that was why he got attached to his fathers so quickly. He didn't have anything to go back to. Once he realised that his birth parents weren't raising him correctly, and there were people out there willing to love him - Jimin tried to forget all about them.

They didn't matter anymore. Still, being torn from his mother's arms made his heart ache. Jimin couldn't stop thinking about how they didn't even love him enough to feed him. Why didn't he want to go? Those thoughts were interrupted when he heard a light knock at the door.

"Jiminie?" Seokjin said from outside. "Your dad and I want to talk with you. Can we come in?" Jimin didn't waste any time and responded with a tiny yes.

His fathers' came in a moment later and hurried over to his side, wrapping him in their arms and whispering words of reassurance. Jimin relished in their embrace. "Jimin, please talk to us." Namjoon pleaded. "What's going through your head right now?"

Jimin shrugged, only letting out a shaky breath. Jin stroked his blonde hair, asking him to take his time and collect his thoughts. "It's alright Mochi. We just want to make sure you're okay." They were careful not to mention anything from date as not to trigger their son. No dates, locations, foods, colours or names. Especially Taemin's. Jimin had only just stopped mumbling his name and they didn't want him to fall back into it.

"Appa...Dad...? Do you love me?" The boy asked suddenly, making his father's look at him with wide eyes.

"Of course we love you Jimin!" Jin exclaimed.

"Why on Earth would you think we didn't?" Said Namjoon.

Jimin sniffed and hung his head low. "I'm scared you'll stop loving me and leave..." he admitted quietly.

There was a moment of worried silence between the two adults before Jin let out a small sigh, then turned to gently cup his son's cheeks. "Jimin, listen to me," he said gently yet sternly. "Never in a million years would me, your father or Jungkook leave you nor would we ever, under any circumstance, stop loving you. We adore you with all our hearts. Do you understand?"

The boy went silent, nearly hesitating to nod. Namjoon noticed and brought Jimin back into a hug. "No one here would ever abandon you. Even if we drift apart sometimes, we'll still care about each other. No matter what."