Fragile [ ✔️ ]

• 40 •

Yoongi sighs with a chuckle of disappointment as the small trickle of tears left his eyes.

" We've dated for about 2 years.. before.. he just p-passed."

Everyone in the room felt sympathy for the man that just poured his heart out for a man he loved dearly. They understood his pain. What it felt to loose somebody you love so much.. more than yourself.

" He- he made me feel so much better. So alive. He changed me.. made me look at the world so much better. He made all the black and grey in my life fade and brought color into it. He-he was someone like no other.. he was so different.. He was unique.." he chuckles with tears coming out of his eyes as he tilted his head up trying to stop them from coming.

" My therapist told me I should come to these meetings and share my story," he shakes his head and looks at the group of people in front of him that were formed in a circle. " I thought it was stupid but something said I should just give it a try. Here I am telling my personal story to a group of strangers and somehow weirdly it made- makes me feel better. Thats-" he chuckles and wipes the tears off his face and stops talking.

" Thank you.. for sharing your story. I'm glad you're here. Every single one of us in this room understand your pain. The empty pit in your heart that you have after loosing the one you love." a younger woman says.

Yoongi nods and slowly gets up from his seat,
" I have to go.. Thank you for your time."

He swallows harshly and walks out the meeting and out the building into his car. He grips onto the steering wheel and begins to cry his heart out feeling so broken. He has fallen into deep depression since Jimin's death. He lost the world he loved with his whole heart. He truly did love him and regretted every moment he made Jimin cry, shout, or argue. He wish he could take it all away and give him the perfect life with out arguing. Without making him cry. Without making him leave their house and spend the night with his other three best friends. He wished he wouldn't have done such things to hurt the man he loved. He was sorry everyday when he wakes up to an empty side of his bed.

He bangs onto the steering wheel and started up the car knowing the only place he could feel so much better. A place where he felt at peace.

He parks his car and walks towards the tombstone with flowers in his hand. He feels the knot in his throat forming thicker and sits down in front of it.

" Hey baby.." he chokes out placing the flowers besides the stuffed animal that they had won when he took him out to the arcade and finally asked him to be his.

" I hope.. you're well? Happy? I-" he begins to sob and hugged his knees stuffing his face between them. " If I'm being honest I feel worthless.. shit..depressed.. I feel nothing.."

" I fucking miss you!" he shouts as he cried even more. It's been too long without Jimin. It's been 3 months since his passing and he just couldn't bring himself to accept it. He was in pure denial even if he stood here right in front of Jimin's tombstone.

" I went to those g-groups. I don't know what their called but it's where people I guess.. l-like me talk about their personal experience or just sit there and listen.." he wipes his tears with his sleeve and takes a deep breath, " I talked about you.. every single thing you have told me from your perspective and mines."

"You know what's funny? Is that when I was talking about us our love story it sounded pretty dramatic. Something that came straight from a book." He chuckles out softly feeling the air around him less suffocating. " I think about you everyday.. of every second baby.. I can't stop thinking about you.. ever. You're the first thing that comes to me every night, morning, afternoon, even my dreams which are memories. Memories that I have engraved in my mind never forgetting such beautiful moments. Seeing that bright white beautiful smile. Those eyes that turn small when you laugh so much and god.. that fucking laugh that you have that made me laugh with you. Everything about you is just there every single time.. and I love it."

He smiles softly to himself feeling the urge to cry again. He picks at the long grass and tugs on them pulling them out from the ground. He just couldn't explain this pure empty feeling. He missed him so much he wasn't sure he could keep pushing himself to live. But what's life without the person you love? Is it worth living? Will you ever find someone as this person that made you feel so..so happy?

" I just really really miss you Jimin.. So fucking much.. to the point it hurts.But I never ever stopped loving you.. ever." a couple of tears escape and he quickly wipes them off blinking a couple of times taking in a deep breath. He gets up and places his hand on the cold tombstone with a small smile. " I love you baby.."

His hand slips from the tombstone and walks away looking down at the ground until his eyes met a pair of shoes. More than one. He looks up quickly and sees the three men that also loved Jimin so much.

They stood there with light red eyes and tears that stained their cheeks.

" S-Sorry.." he says sympathetically.

" No. Don't be." Jin says with a small as the tears leave his eyes.

" Jimin loved you so much.. every time he'd come home and talk about you non stop.." Namjoon chokes out.

" He did.. even through the bad times when he'd spend the night. No matter what you still had his heart and you had his." Jin says with love and emotion.

Yoongi chuckles softly with now tears falling onto his cheeks. " T-Thank you.." he says and walks past them.

" Take care.. Jimin would want that from you." Jungkook speaks up before Yoongi could get away. He nods and walks away and into his car.

He stared at the picture that is tapped onto the cars windshield window.

He loved the photo it was his favorite and just by simply staring at it. It made him feel a bit of happiness. Jimin was and still is the love of his life and nothing or anybody could change that.

His heart belonged to Jimin and he is going to keep it there.

Perhaps i felt depressed while writing this. I was listening to Eastside by Halsey. I felt so SAD. Anywaysss, Fragile has come to an end.

I'm forever grateful for you guys reading this story till the end. Means a lot! I HOPE YALL ENJOYED IT!

I lob y'all ! thank you for the support.