➵ jimin
"it's been a month, now. when will you come back to me, hyung?" i blinked back tears, curling my fingers into yoongi's hospital gown. my head was nestled in the crook of his arm, resting just on top of his chest.
his chest rose up and down slowly, his face serene. his fading blonde hair was messy and was getting long, some strands nearly falling into his eyes. i reached up and brushed them off his forehead softly.
"i miss you so, so much. i never really realized how much you changed my life until you left it. now i'm just lost," i whimpered, feeling a tear trickle down my cheek.
i took a shaky breath, wiping the wetness off my face. "i'm angry too, you know." i continued speaking as if yoongi could hear me. "i still can't believe you had the nerve to do this, to hurt me and namjoon hyung, when you know how this shit feels! i..." my voice cracked, and i let out a sob. "how would your brother think of you now?" i whispered, tears blurring my vision.
slowly i sat up, shaking my head as i wiped the tears away. before i left, i looked back at yoongi, biting my lip. the door clicked shut behind me.
***
i blasted music in my ears on my walk home, trying to drown out my sadness. my head was down as i walked, not wanting any strangers to see me crying.
just as i was turning onto my street, i collided with another body. i stumbled backwards, my hand reaching up to grasp at my now sore shoulder. "aish, that hurt. are you okay?" i approached the man on the ground, but my face fell when i saw who it was. "yah, never mind. you can lay there and get stepped on."
i started to walk away but upon hearing taehyung call my name, i sighed and stopped in my tracks. i looked over my shoulder to see him walking over to me. "jimin," he ran his hand through his hair, a habit of his i knew well. "can... i buy you a coffee? i really wanna talk."
i pretended to think about it. "i guess, i wasn't doing anything anyways." we walked silently to a random coffee shop, which was odd considering i figured we would go to the one we both worked at. nonetheless coffee was coffee, so i shrugged it off and followed taehyung inside.
"i'll have a latte, please. and a macchiato?" taehyung looked to me for approval, and i just nodded. he handed the cashier a few bills and we stood to the side to wait for our drinks. taehyung shifted his weight from one foot to the other. he was about to say something, but then our drinks were served and he shut his mouth.
we walked over to a table in the corner, sitting down and both sipping our drinks before looking at each other. "listen, jiminie, i'm really sorry. i didn't know what happened, and i wish you'd reached out to me." taehyung paused, licking his lips. "i really consider you a good friend and don't want to lose it over a misunderstanding."
i bit my lip. "taehyung, i... i'm sorry too. i shouldn't have gotten angry at you like that. i was just feeling really overwhelmed with everything that was going on then. and i guess the stress of going back to work didn't help with that, either."
i took another drink of my coffee, savouring the taste before i spoke again. "yoongi hyung... i found him unconscious in a club bathroom. drunk out of his mind, likely. i brought him to the hospital, but they told me he was gone–" i stopped to squeeze my eyes shut, forcing any tears back. "i-i thought he was gone, but then a while after they called me and said he was in a coma."
"ah, i'm really sorry jimin, that must be so hard." taehyung murmured, staring into his coffee.
i hummed in response, turning my head to look out the window. "have you ever lost anyone you loved, taehyungie?"
"when i was in high school, my best friend committed suicide. his parents, all they cared about was his grades. he pushed himself so hard to succeed but it only made him depressed," taehyung said quietly, staring into his cup.
i reached my hand out, taking taehyung's in mine and giving a reassuring squeeze, comfort was something we both needed right now.
