Dissimilar - Yoonmin

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Warning! There might be a lot of type and grammar mistakes. It's around 3 AM and proofreading is the last thing on my mind.

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"You listened to his song yet?" His best-friend questions as he wore an odd expression. Jimin then replied by shaking his head, disagreeing.

"I haven't, I'm afraid to do so. I don't know what to do anymore, Taehyung-ah," He whispers. "If I listen to it, I'm scared of hurting myself, but my curiosity is killing me."

"Ah. Curiosity killed the cat, Jimin."

"I do know that," He spoke as he rolls his eyes. "But you know me, I always end up doing it even if I know it's not good for me."

"I've known you most of my life, Jimin. The fact what you're saying right now is right impress me because for the first time you sound smart," Taehyung says with a 'duh' facial expression. Jimin, however, simply shrugged at his friend's somewhat offensive comment that he brushed off. He knew Taehyung was joking, trying to make the atmosphere less tense.

He sighs, as he glance at his laptop screen. His mouse is just one click away from playing his ex-lover's playlist about him. Well, he doesn't really know if it's about him, but there are rumours saying it was about him. He's confused, he didn't know what to believe because Yoongi himself haven't clarified which is which. People are confused and Jimin isn't an exception. However, instead of being confused who it was dedicated to; he's confused about how he'll feel and what the outcome will be if he listens to songs about him.

Taehyung suddenly spoke from the corner of his bed, "Just click it." Knowing his best-fried, Taehyung probably knew what he was doing by simply acting something out; No words exchanged, as if the latter is reading his mind. Which is really creepy and fascinating at the same time.

Jimin sighs once more, questioning himself once more. "You know, I've always wanted to ask you this. It's a bit random, but how did you end of with him?"

Jimin chuckles as he pictures the day they met under the moonlight. Where the cold breeze of night touches his skin, making him shiver a bit. He's wearing a tank top with his light washed jeans as he walks along the side walk, heading nowhere. He remembers being completely lost as his thoughts runs wildly in his mind. As if he was inside a pitch black place, not knowing what to do, and how to escape. He felt sad, of course, but mostly felt empty. As if no more emotion and feeling escapes out if him, trying to cage up all the sadness for himself. He knew that's a bad sign, he already escaped depression. However, he seems to always crave it. Something he's unable to survive with, but he seems to always seek to have it again. It's kinda stupid, actually, but he just couldn't help himself. As if there's this person taking over his mind, doing things that he knew that has consequences which leads him to having depression once again.

He halt from his steps, as he felt the tears running from his cheeks. "Why am I ugly? Am I not perfect enough? D-does anyone even care for me? Why am I like this? I'm so pathetic, so fucking ugly and so disgusting. I wish I can be like everyone else why do I have to be stuck in this pointless body and pointless life, why can't I have the same luck as every normal human being? Am I not enough that's why I'm like this? Am I not enough for people to appreciate?" He cries while he tells ask himself question to how pathetic he is. "I wanna die, I don't want to do this anymore. How come nobody cares for me even if I try my best."

He sobs as his body finally gave in, he fell on the floor of the dark side walk. Laying his back beside the wall, tears falling rapidly.  He doesn't know how long he's been sitting there, but he knew he couldn't stop crying. As his thoughts has gone wild not even paying attention to whatever's going on around him. "A-are you okay?" Someone spoke.

Jimin glanced at the figure, a bit blurry from the tears. He blinks his eyes, trying to have a better view of the person's appearance. Jimin chuckles, "I'm doing great, how about yourself?"

He lied even if he knew that he looked clearly sad, however, he decided to lie because he knew nobody would care. Even a stranger.

"You don't seem like it." The man with green hair says, meanwhile, handing him a cloth. "You can keep this."

Jimin whispers a 'thanks' as he takes the cloth, wiping his tears. "Do you mind asking you want time it is?"

"Around three, I think? Anyways, are you sure you're okay? I saw you from my car, you look so lifeless so I wanted to check up on you." The man quietly says, scratching the back of his neck.

Jimin chuckles, again. "Thanks for checking up on me, I don't really need your help anymore. I really appreciate whatever you're trying to do."

The man smiles as he sat down beside Jimin, leaving him a bit confused. "W-what are you doing?" Jimin stammers with a shock expression. "I thought you might need company, I know we just met, but you can tell me anything. I'll try to help you." The man glanced at Jimin, pouting a bit. "I'm Min Yoongi by the way."

"Jimin, Park Jimin."

"So, Jimin. Tell me about yourself." Yoongi ask while he takes of his jacket, placing it on top of Jimin's shoulders.

Now he remembers how he love Yoongi because he was the only one who seek to help. The one who cared and the one who helped him escape darkness, to finally view reality differently. He loves Yoongi with all his heart and he felt it too, he felt how Yoongi exchange the affection and feelings towards Jimin. Now, he understand why Yoongi did it, but he still couldn't forgive him for what he've done. It hurt him. Hurt him more than anything. Even if back then he was hurting, however, he knew Yoongi loves him. That's why he ignored his pain and gave everything to Yoongi because if it weren't for him, Jimin would never see or feel what tomorrow is.

"Earth to Jimin?" Taehyung says as he escape his small trance. Taehyung gave him an odd expression once again.

Jimin smiled, "because I love him."

"Love? As in present-tense?" Taehyung ask. Jimin nods, smiling sadly, "I've always have." He replies to his friend as he clicks the play button.