I still want you// VMIN ONESHOT

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ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: [ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴜɴᴛᴏʟᴅ] — [ʙᴛꜱ]

And he skated the night away. The music flowed through his veins, the sonorous melody making his muscles pull his limbs with every rhythm. Jimin just danced the night away, swaying his body according to the notes of the song that blasted through the empty stadium.

One spin.

Another one.

A jump in the air.

In loops.

Every technique, you name it, he did it. He kept performing for the empty audience all night. Until his legs gave up and exhaustion took over his body, clinging to every muscle. All the lactic made him dizzy. Finally, with a thud, he slumped on the ground.

Heavy pants. While he took in every bit of air in his lungs, filling it. Until he gave up.

Tears left his eyes. The ones he couldn't hold in anymore. Just because you're sad doesn't mean you'll hurt yourself. A voice in him told him. Something that just broke him completely. Because the voice was so familiar that it brought back all the pain. So he let it out. All of it.

Jimin sat on the scratchy cold floor of the stadium and sobbed. Shaking with a spasm of every beat that reverberated on the floor because of the loud music playing through the (now annoying) speakers. He felt cold. Colder than he ever felt. His body felt hot. Hotter than the time when he had the worst fever. But he didn't care. Jimin was quivering and sobbing ever so loudly. Yet his loud sobs couldn't be heard because of the thumping music. His hands never left his face as he cried. The hot tears drowning his face to the point he could taste the salty liquid. Jimin didn't bother though. He let it all. The release he needed for the long day finally came. The tears left his eyes so did everything that caused it.

And he calmed down. His heart that palpitated at 100 m/s finally slowed down. Soon he felt much better. Better than he felt a few moments back. Rosy cheeks, puffy eyes and his ever so red plumped lips along with trails of dry tears still made him look as beautiful as he ever did.

Jimin got out of the studio, fresh like the sea breeze to only realize that the sky wasn't dark anymore, instead, dawn fell upon the city. Still tired, he couldn't believe he spent such a hectic time in the studio to forget how time works. This happens whenever he's sad. He forgets time, heck even the mere vocabulary leaves his pretty brain. You can't blame him though. He had a rough day again, thanks to his boyfriend, Teahyung.

As Jimin drove home, he thought about everything that happened. The sun now shone reflecting on his face as he thought that this is the last time I hope something like this happens because the next time I'll kill that fucker!

***

Taehyung sat on the warm, fuzzy carpet in his living room pouring himself another glass of the blood-red wine. He knew he fucked up, again. He held his phone in his hand while contemplating whether he should call Jimin or not. The blond knew exactly what the older man did all night. What else, he danced his pain away, the younger thought. Taehyung knew that whenever Jimin was hurt, he just used skating practice as a simple excuse to exhaust himself to the point he doesn't have the pain away. Or whenever he needed to run away from his problems. He knew it. Taehyung knew the older one like an open book but every single time he was yet the one who hurt him. And himself.

What happened earlier was totally Taehyung's fault. Even he agreed to it. He overreacted. Every time Jimin would ask him about getting married, he would lose it all. Scream at him, close himself up from Jimin, and eventually Jimin had to be the one to apologize even when clearly it wasn't his fault.