Faded || Yoonmin [completed]

Disarray

"I don't know anymore," I say, placing my head in the crook of Jimin's neck, holding onto him tightly.

"Everything will make sense eventually," Jimin replies, running his fingers through my hair.

I sigh, "My dad can suck my dick,"

"Yeah, I really don't want you to leave," Jimin admits, looking over at my distressed stepmother.

"Nobody wants me gone but my disgusting father," I snap, leaning against a wall and sliding down.

"Thing's are just messed up," I whine, placing my head in my hands.

"I know, and summer is in like three weeks and I'm not prepared," Jimin says, biting his lip, "I love you too much for this,"

I slam my head against the wall, "Why is my life like this," I moan, "I want this to be over." 

"I have an idea," Jimin jumps, "Why don't you show us that place you were telling us about?" 

I smile, "Okay," 

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"It's cold out today," My stepmom complains, walking unsteadily on the pavement. 

"Yeah, I know," I reply, skipping down the ditch. 

"What?" Jimin says, tilting his head. 

"Trust me," I say, holding my hand out for him to grab onto it. 

My stepmom smiles as she walks down with Jimin. 

We walk down the path and enter the room. 

Hoseok is sitting on the floor, doing homework. 

"You startled me," Hoseok says, holding a hand over his heart. 

"You scared the shit out of me too, I was gonna start swinging," I reply, watching him smile and cover his face with his binder.

"Are you just now showing them this place?" He asks, standing up and looking around. 

I nod, watching Hoseok move around.

"When I die, I wanna be buried here," He says, walking around, kicking rocks on the ground. 

"Really?" I reply, rubbing my neck nervously.

Hoseok isn't the type of person to talk about death like that.

"It's just, I love it here man," 

I nod my head, "Me too," 

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a/n: i didnt forget about jimin and jangmi, they saw the garden