Dt. Asylum | Yoonmin

XX

Jimin p.o.v.

After walking in and out of a few more stores, finding some more things for Yoongi to wear, he looked like he wasn't enjoying it anymore. 

"You want to go home?" I ask him softly after buying him a candy bar.

It wasn't even 1Pm yet but i didn't want to drag him along if he wasn't enjoying himself anymore.

"Yes let's go, you've spend enough money on me for the rest of the year," He jokes, taking a bite out of the candy bar.

I lived close to the city so the walk home didn't take long. He was awkwardly silent though, concerning me a little. His answers were short and i could tell his thoughts were focussed on something way different than me.

"What's wrong Yoongi?" I ask him as soon as we walk into the apartment.

Shocked he turns around, almost looking scared by my sudden confrontation.

"Nothin-"

"Yoongi stop lying and tell me what's wrong," I say, cutting him off before he can finish speaking. 

Not answering he sits down on the couch and pulls his knees up to his chin, slowly burying his face into them. I sit down next to him, wrapping my arms around his body.

"Am i a bother Jimin?" He asks, his voice muffled.

"No, what makes you think that?"

"Taehyung always told me, and i think he's right."

I shake my head to his response, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I don't care what he says, it's not true. At least not for me."

A soft cry leaves his lips, trying to whitstand it by angrily grabbing the blanket he was sitting on. 

"Is he talking to you again?" I ask him, concerned the medication still wasn't working.

"No," He answers, pausing for a second, "Can you be honest with me?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"Is he real?"

"Who?"

"Taehyung."

I freeze in place, looking at Yoongi in shock. He had now sat down facing me, patiently waiting for my asnwer. I couldn't lie to him nor did i want to be honest and make him feel even stupider than he already did. But he was making me, he was making me say hurtfull things to him.

"Is he Jimin? Am i just crazy and making him up in my mind?"

"Yoongi I-"

"JUST TELL ME!" He suddenly exclaims, startling me.

I get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen, avoiding the direct question. I needed a smart answer, something that wouldn't make him more upset. But i couldn't think of anything. In every way he would look insane. 

"Why aren't you being honest with me?" Yoongi asks once more, this time getting up and following behind me.

"I don't want to hurt your feelings," I mumble, making myself a cup of coffee.

"You won't."

I would, no matter how loud he'd tell me i wouldn't. I would. You don't just tell someone who isn't mentally stable that the voice in his head is not real and that he's been beating up himsself.

"Taehyung is just an image your brain has created around the hurtfull thoughts in your mind." I say, finally answering him.

"So he's not real. I just made him up."

"To put it the harsh way, yes."

Yoongi lets his head fall into his hands, only no tears nor cries following. Just complete silence. He wasn't fighting back, he wasn't telling me i was wrong. Did he believe me?