a bts demon academy au.
❝ I fell in love with the way you were afraid to show your heart.
[ note: i wrote this years back, so i apologize if its crappy; i did try to edit it. ]
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I decided to break the silence with a courageous heart. Yes, I'm proud of myself.
"Jimin, what colour do you like?" I asked
"Red."
"Tell me about your family," I said, hoping he wouldn't find out that my sneaky ass is trying to slide in a heavy topic.
"Wait," he closed his eyes and chuckled, "how did this escalate so quickly? From what colour do you like to tell me about your family?"
I playfully looked at him. "That's how Naomi starts a conversation."
He turned to look at me suddenly as our eyes met. I felt my heart skip a beat. He turned his glance away again and started, "I don't have any siblings, I've barely spoken to my dad...I spent most of my time with my mother."
I imagined Jimin as a child, with a grumpy frown always tugging at his mothers skirt. He would have been cute with his big silver eyes.
"You loved your mom a lot didn't you?" I asked not taking my glance off him. He had his face away from me as he looked straight ahead.
He nodded with a slight smile. Without me knowing my lips twisted into a smile as well.
"What did you like about her?" I asked.
"I liked her chocolate muffins, I liked her smile, she was beautiful in every way."
My heart went weak. I couldn't believe it was Jimin saying all this. The fact that he was opening his heart to me surprised me even more. Then suddenly I realized something.
"She was beautiful?" I asked.
"Yeah..... she passed away a few years back. In an accident."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know," I said widening my eyes.
"It's alright, she would be happier there anyways. This world is too cruel for her," he said ending with a emotionless chuckle. I saw the pain in his expression and it was breaking my heart.
"Did you not talk to anyone about her after she passed away?" I asked.
"No."
"Why?" I asked frowning.
"I didn't attend her funeral," he replied.
I saw him desperately trying to hold back his tears.
