Strings | Jikook |

26

"You don't really look at me, The way you used to."

♥

The news swarmed fast.

All over social media was pictures of Jungkook making out with dozens of girls or videos of him chugging a bottle of vodka as a crowd cheered him on.

Jimin on the other hand, he went home and locked himself in his room. Ignoring the dozens of phone calls and text he was getting. Who he assumed was worried friends and his bandmates trying to check on him. Jimin didn't blame them and knew they meant well but the constant buzzing of his phone was taunting. With every new message was a reminder of Jungkooks words.

He saw the photos and the videos,  he was keeping up with the live updates on his classmates social media's and was only torturing himself.

This is so stupid.

Burying his face in the palms of his hands Jimin sat on the floor with his back against his bed. The only sound being heard was his heavy breathing as he tried to stop his tears. Occasionally he would hiccup and the tears would overflow, but then stop. The cycle repeated.

The worst thing was, he didn't hate Jungkook. Despite the boy practically crushing and frustrating him he couldn't bring himself to hate the boy. Instead he hated himself. Maybe he could have helped him? What if he could have prevented this all?

"Jimin... let me in," His roommates voice softly spoke as the door handled moved slightly. Jimin locked it and only watched as it moved.

He stayed silent. Hoping the other would leave, but it was his best friend. It was Taehyung, someone who would never leave his side and someone who helped him through his worst.

"Jimin you need to tell me what happened, I want to help you." He pleaded.

It was like his voice was trapped in his throat, suffocating him. If he spoke, only cries would escape. He was ashamed, embarrassed, and heartbroken.

"Please minnie.." The boy's voice was now softer and seemed exhausted as well. Taehyung slumped against the door and waited in silence.

It took only a few minutes until he heard the lock being turned and undone. Without hesitations Taehyung jumped to his feet and rushed into the room where he engulfed Jimin with a hug. His embrace was enough to make the boy crumble.

"It hurts-it hurts so bad," Jimin cried out into his roommates shoulder as he was being held. He was to busy crying into Taehyung chest that he didn't notice the other person enter the room. Simply sitting on his bed with a sorrow smile.

"I know buddy," Tae spoke softly as he rubbed the smaller's back, "but we are here for you okay. We aren't leaving your side."

Slightly confused by the "we" Jimin leaned back from Taehyung's chest and looked at him with a confused look. He followed the others gaze and saw Seokjin sitting on his bed with a small smile and wave.

"What fake boyfriend would I be if I didn't bring some pastries to cheer you up?" The older joked before standing up to meet Jimin.

"You're..you-," Unable to voice his emotions Jimin simply hugged Seokjin tightly and mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, "Thank you hyung.."