"I—I'm fine, Jimin." Seokjin answered, the blonde reassuring the younger male with a weak smile. He wanted to say it, he wanted to ask for help and cry out but he couldn't.
There was something stopping him from seeking help and telling the truth. Maybe when he's better, he'll tell Jimin all about it; but for now, he'll just bask in the warmth.
It's been far too long.
"I won't prod but just know you can tell me anytime, through text, words, or songs— anything."
"Through songs, huh?" Seokjin mumbled, nuzzling with the raven.
╔═════════════╗
(a) play a song and talk about the past
(b) thank him and sleep— it's getting late
╚═════════════╝
JE LEEST
12am | Jinmin
FanfictieLate night texts, unspoken feelings. Have you heard of the butterfly effect? Every choice you make leads to a new path with unknown consequences. Choose carefully. || No smut || Hurt/Angst || [ interactive, updated daily ]; Completed: 22 June 2019
