Something about Seokjin's words has kept Jimin up all night.
Those kinds of words shouldn't have an effect of him because he really hates Yoongi. He hated him ever since he left him, and he hated him more when he came back and act like nothing have ever happened between them.
He hates the way Yoongi will only look at him, glare at him, but never said a word about what happened years ago.
He hates how Yoongi will pretend that he didn't promised him anything. How all those precious memory was chucked on a bin like a piece of trash waiting to be thrown away.
He hates him, and he will continue to do so. Yoongi deserves nothing more than that from Jimin.
Jimin felt a sharp pain in his hand and realizes that he was digging his fingernails in his palm and winced slightly.
He stares at it and suddenly, his mind wanders to the very first time that he met Yoongi.
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Jimin was 5 back then when his parents decided to move to a new neighborhood, near his father's new workplace.
He was excited just like any other 5-year-old because moving to a new place means having new friends.
Jimin was ecstatic, and couldn't wait to hop off the taxi that have brought him to his new house. And when he did, his eyes enlarged at the sight in front of him.
It was a two-storey house, perfect for a family of 4, because his mother is expecting his younger brother Jihyun at the end of the year.
Moving to the new house was like moving to a new life, and little Jimin loves how he had his own bedroom in inside it. Finally, he has his own little space.
He met Taehyung a month after moving in, and the two of them clicked together instantly.
They became the best of friends, and each other's platonic soulmate. Taehyung and him will always play in the neighborhood's public playground.
They will often play the swings and the seesaws, and Tae will always show him his little paper drawings of anything that he deems interesting in his eyes.
Jimin was beyond contented. He was living inside his happy bubble with his bestfriend and his parents who always supported him in everything he do.
That is when he turned 8 that he never expected that happiness can grow in many different ways than he expected.
It started out with a melody. A melody that Jimin couldn't help but engulfs himself into it.
He also knows that it's from a piano, because his teacher will always play a piano whenever they sing in his music class.
He was out with Taehyung and they were sitting on a swing when he first heard the haunting but sweet tune. And everyday he dreaded to know who and where it belongs to, and a day came when he can no longer resist, he asked his bestfriend about the mysterious tune.
"That was Yoongi-hyung," Tae answered him with flat tone and Jimin's heart instantly flutters.
Finally, he can now put a name to the painist who keeps making the beautiful melody everyday.
"You know him Taetae?" little Jimin couldn't help but asked out of his curiosity.
His bestfriend only nods.
Jimin keeps on bugging and asking Tae ever since, so when Taehyung offers him a visit to the said male, Jimin agrees immediately; with eyes glinting in glee and excitement.
He was surprised when he saw Yoongi's house for the first time. It was big, massive, and looks classy. Jimin felt his heart jumped out of his chest when the gates have opened and revealed a spacious frontyard inside.
But of course, it doesn't matched the interior of the house, because inside the massive house, everything screams billions.
Inside it, every little thing looks sophisticated, luxurious, and overly expensive. There were chandeliers, shining brightly like diamonds in the air and there is a staircase. The floor were polished clean, it was spotless and just like the chandelier above him, it was shining as well.
Jimin had only seen these kind if houses in the movies and couldn't believe that he's stepping his foot in it.
Jimin was in awe and his mouth hangs open as he look around the house, while his bestfriend Taehyung, only gives an unamused expression.
Not long after, a woman looking so elegant emerges from behind a door- in which Jimin doesn't know where it leads to and strolls the heel of her shoes towards them.
She was smiling so sweetly, and Jimin felt warm in his heart.
"Hi, We're here for Yoongi-hyung!" he heard Tae chirp behind him.
The woman only smiles wider at them, "He's in the music room Taehyungie," she said and shifted her eyes at Jimin, who keeps staring at her with his round eyes.
"You must be Jimin? Tae told me about you. My, you're a cute boy aren't you?" she cooed and Jimin couldn't help but feel embarassed at that remark so he hides his face with the sleeve of his shirt. The woman only giggles at the cute gesture.
"He wants to meet Yoongi-hyung! And i wanna play with Jungkookie,"
"Of course Taehyungie," was all the woman said before he ushers Tae to where Jungkookie is.
As for him, the woman only instructed him to go to the 2nd door from the left hallway. Jimin, despite having doubts, follows her and went on his way.
A large music room is what greeted him when he stepped foot inside. In it where instruments of any kind, but what catches his eyes is the brown grand piano in the middle of the room.
Jimin squeels internally and sprinted his way towards it. It looks majestically up front, and Jimin feels like he can hear the melody that was emmiting from it before as clear as crystal.
Jimin slides his hand through the piano, admiring it's texture like it's a piece of natural treasure.
He continued admiring and touching the piece of instrument so he didn't noticed the sound of the door closing, and the shuffling of feet after it.
He can only gasp in shock when someone suddenly grabs his hand away from the object in a swift move, as if it's a grave sin to touch it.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
The rough voice behind him made Jimin's head jerks towards it, and Jimin swore he never felt more warmth in his face, as well as in his heart, before.
Jimin felt the world stops revolving around him and time has stopped.
He doesn't understand why before, but after many years he finally did;
That the person in front of him will change his little happy bubble in more ways than one.
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Jimin felt a tear drop from his eye and places a hand in his chest; he grasps those kind of memories like a treasure and never once did he think of letting it all go.
But Yoongi,
Yoongi throws it away like it doesn't matter. Like it wasn't precious to the both of them.
Yoongi throws all those memories away since the day he left, like it was nothing.
Like Jimin was nothing for him,
'You will always be my home Minnie, promise me you'll wait for me,' those thoughts lingers in Jimin's head like a broken record, and Jimin couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
"How can you go from making one your home and then just letting it all go?" Jimin said to no one.
The elder's words keep ringing in Jimin's ear, and the pink-haired male knows what it means.
It means he have a choice, he has to choose.
His mind wanders to Hoseok. It wasn't really a lie when he told everyone that he likes the brunette, and everyday, Hoseok proves to him that happiness can be found right in front of you.
And Yoongi,
Even if he doesn't admit it, he loves Yoongi with all of his heart. Yoongi had taught him that happiness can be about the simpliest thing and love can hurt you yes, but will teach you a valuable lesson.
And as his hand went up to where Yoongi's ring is, he found it hard to know and choose what's best in this situation.
He grips on the ring as tight as he could, and made his toughest decision yet;
He rips out the necklace from his neck.
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The sound of something crashing in the kitchen made Jungkook broke his focus on his laptop.
He was doing a report and an essay due tomorrow, and it's already 3am that's why the first thing he felt was curiosity, followed by worriness.
"The fuck? Is there a burglar?" he asked himself and puts down his laptop on the bed. He carefully made his way downstairs; trying hard to keep his silence.
He picks up a vase - a very expensive one- on his way and was about to throw it to the suspected burglar when Jungkook stops mid-air.
In the kitchen was his brother Yoongi, with a broken mug on his feet.
Yoongi has his hand on the countertop, holding it for support and he was breathing heavily with his eyes closed.
A sudden wave of worry envelopes Jungkook and his blood run cold. He carefully placed the vase down and swiftly made his way towards Yoongi.
"H-Hyung?" he called, worry laced in his words.
His brother didn't respond and continues to breath heavily, his chest going up and down violently.
"S-Stay right here hyung, i-i'll call an ambulance,"
Jungkook was ready to turn his feet around when he felt Yoongi grab his arm with a weak but a firm hold.
"N-No .." Yoongi mumbles under his breath, but enough for Jungkook to hear.
"Y-Yoongi-hyung please .."
"I-I'm fine," his brother argued with a weak voice.
Jungkook tried to reason out to his brother that he doesn't look fine and he needs to go to a hospital, but Yoongi's too stubborn to even bulge.
"I-I'm fine Jungkook, m-my head only hurts a b-bit," Yoongi said before opens his eyes and looks at him.
Yoongi was still breathing heavily, but his eyes holds a firm but fake conviction. Like he's telling or rather, forcing Jungkook to think that he really is fine.
Jungkook didn't know what to do. He wanted so much to just punch his brother so that he'll passed out and he can take him to the hospital, but his brother's condition stops him.
He knows Yoongi more than anyone or anything, and the older hates being at anyone's mercy.
He doesn't like to be pitied, especially those closed to his heart.
He had this strong fascade. He wants to show everyone that he's strong that's why he rarely cries.
But Jungkook knows, that behind all those mask and lying that the older wears, there's still the boy who just wants nothing more than to be saved.
Jungkook can only pray that all of those wouldn't lead to Yoongi's downfall.
--- 💞
My head hurts, but lack of Yoonmin hurts more. :<