LOST BOY.

|thirty four

"sorry for embarrassing you earlier."

i looked down at my hands.

"it's okay, i love being called a kinky whore." he gave me a concerned look.

yoongi sat down next to me on the edge of my bed like i was sitting.

"you know he didn't mean it like that."

even to this day i am being judged about private things i did in the past.

i slightly flinched as i felt a hand rub my back.

"jimin, we did some things we can never ever change and some things we can never take back. you shouldn't feel ashamed of them, we were young."

"youth always seems to be my excuse for everything." i laid back looking at the ceiling.

yoongi sighed.

"don't forget what we agreed on."

"that we're thankful for the past?"

"yes."

my heart hurt thinking about it.

how yoongi was back then.

yet, it was remorse, not sadness.

"yoongi?"

he hummed in response.

"can we please go back out to that place from the other day with some alcohol?" he laughed at the question.

"i thought you gave up drinking."

"i did, i just need an reason to talk to you about some stuff."

he ran a hand through his hair.

it had slightly gotten messed up because of that, but in the best of ways.

"and you need to be intoxicated to do that?"

it was my turn to hum as an answer.

yoongi grabbed his phone from his pocket.

"i'll call a taxi."

"thank you."

i really needed to tell him what's been consuming my mind recently, but there was no way i could do it sober.

there was just too much that could go wrong.

i knew what was going to happen.

what he was going to say.

how he was going to look at me.

how disappointed he would be.

but i needed to get it off my chest.