𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 // 𝙥𝙟𝙢

Purple

The radiant sun shone on my face, making me scrunch my nose from the heat. It had been two weeks since the visit with Jimin and he's been having an irregular attendance ever since.

Usually he would come everyday on time but ever since we've finished our project together, he's seemed distant. I'm not sure why but I'll make sure to ask him.

And it wasn't a normal distant. I understand when people want space but he seemed as if he was blocking something from me. His smile didn't feel the same. It didn't look right.

Though, It was still before school and I simply laid on my mat, being drowned in my own thoughts as usual. I didn't have anything else to do since I kept up in my schoolwork and didn't have friends- well except Jimin but he wasn't here with me.

Speaking of being here alone, he didn't bother coming up here either. I offered him plenty of times, but he still never bothered to come up here.

I tried to not let it get to me, but it did hurt my feelings. My chest hurt. I don't know what that meant but it's alright. Right?

I haven't been able to read him as I usually am, as if he's blocking something.

He knows I know something is up.

As if the universe knew I was about to get answers, the bell rang. And on cue, I wrapped my stuff up and went to the classroom.

I sat next to Jimin and looked at him, seeing his face turned to the opposite side of me and his gaze down. My small smile quickly turned into a frown and I didn't bother him.

I hope he's okay.

The day passed quickly, the same as everyday. Boring classes, snobby teacher and snobby students. They all were the same and I couldn't stand this gloomy life sometimes. Didn't have a choice though.

While packing my stuff up, I turned to see Jimin already leaving the classroom. He didn't get his papers either.

Without a second thought, I quickly shoved my stuff in my bag and threw it on my back. I followed behind him. He was pushing through the hallways, head still gazing low.

He made a sharp turn and it was to one of the dead ended hallways. That was when I froze in my place. He knew I was following him.

He didn't turn but instead made a heavy sigh before opening his mouth.

"Why are you following me?" He asked, turning around slowly. Right as I raised my hands to sign back a petty excuse, I noticed purple poorly covered up on his face.

Bruises. They were bruises.

My heart clenched for him and unknowingly walked up to him. I started to trace his bruises with my thumb in sadness, looking at each of them.

His eye, his cheek and his lip was purple with faint blood. "What happened?" I said in almost a whisper, face turning hot as warm tears fell.

He still kept his gaze low and pulled me into his embrace. I sobbed faintly from his touch, rubbing small circles on his back though I was the one crying a river.

For him.

"I'll tell you soon. But not now." He responded in my shoulder, muffled but still audible for me. He pulled away and gave another one of his smiles.

I nodded and wiped my face off, reaching in my bag for my phone. I gave him my phone and raised my hands to sign.

"Put your number in please. Give me a call if you want me to help." I said with a small plead. I could tell in his eyes that he was hiding something but kept trying to shake it off.

He nodded and put his number in, giving my phone back gingerly. "Thank you, Y/N. I'll make sure to give you a call if I need something." He signed carefully, his hands moving gracefully.

I smiled and gave him another small hug before he left. He's in pain and I know it. That smile he has holds many things I don't know.

But knowing how he's feeling in some way, I'll let him have his time. He can take however long he needs because he's somebody I care about.

'He's really somebody I care about now' I said mentally, almost slapping myself in realization.

Me and Namjoon walked out of our glassy elevator and of course, I was the first to jump out. Though, my long face showed it all.

I wasn't excited to be home right now.

Jimin was the only thing I was thinking and worried about. I couldn't shake it off.

Normally I could care less about others but he's something else to me. Not to be cheesy, though, but he makes me happy.

He gives me the same euphoric feeling as when I go on the rooftop. Calm, peaceful, content. And with him, it wasn't a facade.

Namjoon opened the door and I walked in slowly, taking the time to look around the place I lived in currently. Is this how Jimin feels when he comes home? Happy? Safe?

"Y/N, what in the world are you in dreamland about now?" Namjoon said, walking over from hanging his coat and wrapping me in a sibling hug.

"Today I saw that Jimin had bruises on his face and he wouldn't tell me why." I said faintly, voice cracking. My heart hurt. I just want him to be happy.

"He'll be okay. You two are good friends, right? He'll tell you when he feels is the right time." Namjoon said, his voice comforting me in ways I couldn't describe.

I'm so grateful to have him.

"Like if you can't think of it in a way that doesn't make you panic, think of it like this. Remember that one day when mom had an argument with dad and I wasn't there?" He said, earning a small hum from me.

"And you wouldn't tell me yet because you didn't want me to feel pressure to get us out sooner?" Namjoon continued, resting his chin on the top of my head. I nodded this time, waiting for him to continue his point.

"That's probably what your friend is thinking right now. He doesn't want to put pressure on you. If you really think it's something big and he's not telling you yet, he has a reason. Be patient." Namjoon ended, giving me another small squeeze before walking away to his office.

That makes more sense.

Putting myself in his shoes through my own experience. That...makes more sense.

I felt loads of sadness wear off on me, letting out a large exhale I didn't know I was holding in.

I'll wait for him.

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