toilet roll

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twenty-eight; DEPENDENT

     jimin cried, "yoongi please stop."

     yoongi didn't listen and grabbed his car keys. stepping outside the room, he turned back. "me or your stupid dance classes?"

     "yoongi it's a way for me to earn," jimin sniffed, wiping his eyes from his big sleeves.

     "i'll give you the money you want. you don't have to work," yoongi said pointing the key at jimin.

     "i don't want to be dependent on you," jimin looked down.

     "we're in a fucking relationship. it is about being dependent on each other," yoongi pointed out.

     "but yoongi.. you know how your mood swings are. and you remember what happened last time, don't you? i'm sorry but I don't want that to happen again," jimin said more confidentially then he had ever been in front of yoongi.

     "so you're gonna argue with me now?" yoongi frowned.

     "no, i'm just trying to stand for myself."

❝i'm not as weak as you think me to be❞