Misconception | •Yoonmin• [REWORKING]

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Jimin POV"

I walked back into the house dazed, almost like I was in a trance. As I was making my way towards the stairs my mom called out "Jimin, is everything alright, I heard some yelling." I didn't know if I wanted to continue and add on another string onto the large web of lies.

"Y-Yeah mom, I'm fine." I managed to say, getting lost in thought along the sentence. Finally turning back to the staircase, I set my foot down on the first step but soon after heard other footsteps.

"Jimin." I looked down from about halfway up the stairs and saw as she looked back up at me with concern laying somewhere in her eyes. "Are you sure?" I managed to actually have my lips curve this time.

"Yes mom, I'm sure." and before anything more could be said, I headed upstairs and to my room like I usually stay in nowadays. I'm just going to keep to myself and act like I've lost all care for the people around me, then maybe when I'm gone, they won't have a reason to be upset.

I walked inside my room and sat at my desk and typed a couple things into my computer. Then I went to my music player and pressed play, turning up the volume a bit before walking to the center of my room. Standing there, I waited till the music got to its mark before I started to move.

I took my arms, raised them ,and then dropped them before gliding my way over to the side of the room. I spun before extending my arm out and then bringing it back in, closing in on myself. I stood back up and attempted a leap only to lose my form and fall to the ground.

I groaned in pain and sat back up. Sighing out I looked down at myself to see I was not in any way, shape, or form fit to dance. I haven't been able to eat well so most times I didn't even bother to try eating.

I got back up and walked to my bed, slumping into it and being engulfed in the pillows that surrounded me. I then pulled my blanket over me and just stayed there, still and unmoving as I processed everything just now. My vision blurred bit as a tear rolled down my cheek, down the side of my face and landed on my neck, soon enough there was another one that followed, and before I knew it, I was crying.

I silently cried, sniffling once in a while before I turned to my side. Staring at the wall now, I held a pillow tightly as I brought it to my body, trapping it with my arms and legs as I curled up. I closed my eyes and still felt as tears were breaking through my eyelids before rolling down the side of my face.

Trying to regulate my breathing, I clung onto my pillow tightly as I inhaled deeply before letting out a large, shaky breath. I tried my best to calm down but I couldn't, I really couldn't do this on my own anymore. So I got up and out of my bed, and weakly sauntered towards the door.

Pushing it open, I waddled out of my room and down the hall only to see my mother in front of me "M-Mom.." I walked closer to her as she walked towards me with her arms out. Finally engulfing me in a hug, I wrapped my arms around her and let more tears slip from my eyes.

"You know I heard everything, right?" she said as she brought a hand up to pet my hair in a manner to calm me down. It was working but I was only getting sad as I thought about what happened outside. He saw me in the hospital unconscious,  then I woke up and was released a couple days later, only to ignore him for months at a time before finally fighting with him after not seeing for so long .

"I'm pretty sure he hates me now." my mom stayed silent as I continued to cry. Suddenly the doorbell rang and we let each other go as we walked downstairs. I wiped the tears off my face and then opened the door, my eyes widened to see who it was."W-What are you doing here?"

His nostrils flared as his eyes sparked with anger and sadness "What am I doing here!? What was all that Jimin!? Outside! What was all that!?" he said breathing heavily after finishing his sentence. I didn't even know how to respond anymore and tried closing the door but he stopped it and that's when my mom stepped in.

"Ok Yoongi, how about you calm down a bit and come inside." he simply looked to the ground as his breathing became less raged. I stepped back and let my mother handle this while I walked towards the stair.

I felt a grip on my arm as I was tugged back a bit, I turned around "Hey, I'm not done talking to you until I get some answers."