The Truth Untold - BTS

The day is silent.

The streets are quiet without any cars around, people aren't flooding the sidewalks as they get busy going to work. Perhaps it's because the sky is filled with dark angry clouds, the heavy signal of rain just seconds away from reaching the land with a little bit more of motivation.

Who likes to be out in the rain really?

Yet it seemed as though that didn't bother Yeosang as he continues walking at a slow pace to the direction of his house, with an equally silent Jimin beside him who wouldn't leave his side. The two haven't uttered a word to each other since Jimin reached Yeosang from the school grounds, it's almost as though he's trying to come up with something to say but couldn't the whole walk there.

But there's one thing that he's certain of.

Yeosang is different.

His usual confidence is rigid and stiff, standing up straighter as he walks and carries no sense of underlying emotion in his facial features. It's almost as though the emotions were sucked right out of him, or his soul.

Jeongguk has only told Taehyung and Jimin briefly of what happened back in those weeks that he's been occupied during the breakup with his parents, but judging by Yeosang whole body language and just..... Himself as a person..... Something is wrong.

He's not okay....

There's more to this that they did to him that Jeongguk isn't saying, that's for sure.

Shit, Jimin sucks at speaking as it is so obviously this is going to go so horribly wrong.

So after a while, Jimin clears his throat, "So...... You usually drive here, what happened-"

"Parents took my keys."

His voice is almost so similar to a ghost: Draining, empty, and lifeless. He's so monotone that he doesn't even seem annoyed like he usually would be to Jimin's presence, instead it just looks like he's..... Breathing and answering.

What happened to him.....

Now growing a bit frustrated with his own thoughts, Jimin was just about to grab Yeosang's arm but he pauses, remembering how Yeosang told him to not touch him.

He has to respect his personal space.

"What happened to you and Hwanwoong? Broken up like Jeongguk with Ten and Woosung?"

Still no reaction as Yeosang responds with a simple, "Yes."

"I hope you do know that homosexually shouldn't be a problem when you love someone," Jimin says, studying the side of Yeosang's face that's not caressed by his soft blonde hair, "I may not be religious but-"

"Then you will never understand," Yeosang remarks back, pausing in his steps to turn and look at Jimin in the eye, "Is there something you want in particular with me Jimin?"

The way his tone and his aura just felt so guarded up and cold was like a push for Jimin to step back, but he didn't move. His eyes are held tightly by Yeosang's patient eyes, which seems as though he wasn't even emotionally there.

And just on cue it began to rain.

Hard.

Great.....

The heavy rain drops slides down Jimin's face and was beginning to soak his clothes, but even then he refused to leave. Yeosang's lips tugs to a frown as his eyes looks around them, watching the storm wash over the streets before fixing his eyes back to Jimin.

"Then I'll be on my way."

And right when he turns back around to leave, Jimin quickly moves to stand in front of him to block his way.

As if he's going to give in so easily.

"You know Hwanwoong loves you right?" Jimin says, noticing how stiff Yeosang got to those words, "And Felix? Well he once did but I know you still love him. I know you still care."

Yeosang takes a deep inhale and slowly shakes his head, "I have to go before my parents get worried," And he walks around Jimin to continue moving down the side walk, hands stuffed in his black sweater to block out the cold and how badly they're trembling with anxiety.

By now Jimin is gripping his wet hands through his drenched hair, brushing the wet strands back anxiously as Yeosang grows farther and farther away from him.

For some reason Jimin felt panicked, really badly panicked. He felt as though he was borderline to having a panic attack and the fact that it's raining doesn't help.

And suddenly his lips blurts out, "And me?!"

Yeosang halted in his steps but didn't turn around, precisely when a lightening struck the sky in a loud music from the angry sky. It seems as though the rain is falling heavier than before to the point it was growing hard to see anything in front of them, but Jimin can see Yeosang.

He can see him clear despite the chaos in the background.

Truth is Jimin has no idea why he even bothered mentioning himself. As far as he knew Yeosang still hates him and they don't even have a friendship so to say for him to be important to his life. So of course it's pointless

But something is there.

They're always somehow drawn back to each other, whether it's to just piss each other off or get on their nerves, they are somehow brought back here.

It's a strange connection and hopefully Jimin isn't making this up in his head to not sound like an idiot.

So he continued to shout through the rain, "You always get angry with me and I drive the worse out of you...... I hurt you and you carried that with you for years!" Okay Jimin has no idea where he's going with this now, but he couldn't stop, "But..... This right now is not like you! You know deep down inside that no matter how much we fight and practically kill each other, no type of mind manipulation would ever be strong enough to...."

Jimin voice trails off to the rain, his tongue now tied when Yeosang cranes his head back with tears blurring his eyes that mixes with the rain.

Almost there....

So close.

"Enough to what Jimin?"

Now Jimin's eyes are burning too and he doesn't even know if it was from the rain, or from how dead Yeosang's eyes looked. He really shouldn't care because of all those factors that Jimin just blurted out, yet here he is, getting soaked under the rain, hoping something could work.

Until finally Jimin closes his eyes, gathering a deep breath before fluttering his eyelids open after gaining composure of himself.

"Blind you from the connection that you feel for me. That we have."

Silence floods the storms, nothing but faint thunderclouds and patters of strong rain against the hard concrete ground. Now Jimin is shivering since he's only wearing a t-shirt, feeling his skin flood with goosebumps as they scream for warmth, but he refuses to go just yet.

At first he thought Yeosang was just going to turn around and leave, refusing to say anything as he continues his way home. Jimin wasn't expect for Yeosang to slowly start to approach him with now eyes filled with hesitation.

Every step he took was as though the storm hated it. More lightening, more shouting of the clouds, the rain now being a blur to anyone's eyes that was so hard to even keep them open, but still Yeosang walked.

He walked all the way until he's standing right in front of Jimin.

The tears are still burning in Yeosang's eyes that he refuses to let them escape, almost as though his body is reacting before his emotions could because his orbs are still clouded with hesitation and emptiness.

Then he suddenly unzipped his sweater and took it off his body. For a good second Jimin was confused to what he was doing but then felt the warmth of the thread of his sweater over his body, completely swallowing him from the cold with the hood over his head to block out the rain.

Yeosang did this with silent lips but when he tied the strings of the hood and met Jimin's gaze, he lets out a heavy breath as though he was suddenly punched in the gut.

And for that small moment, Jimin saw him.

He saw Yeosang right there hidden in those eyes. It was so clear he was trying to fight a battle inside himself but he was losing, and this is the only time he has now.

So he gently cradles Jimin's cheek and leans forward, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead. The tender act alone forced more tears to glide down Jimin's eyes when he closes his eyeslids, slowly putting a hand on Yeosang's wrist to not let him go.

However when Yeosang pulled away, he gently peels Jimin's hand off his wrist with both of his hands, guiding them down. Jimin flutters his eyes open and once again is Yeosang's eyes cold as this rain.

That light of traces of him gone.

And then he slowly steps back, his fingers gliding against Jimin's fingers to peel them away. No matter how Jimin's fingers curled against his to not let him leave, Yeosang managed to remove his hand completely and give Jimin one last look before turning around.

The second he did the tears finally broke past his eyes, mixing with the rain as he tried to keep his composure and continues walking down the sidewalk, leaving Jimin alone to hug the sweater close to his body.

Still feeling cold, no matter how warm the sweater is.

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A/N:
Why was this so sad? Ughh I'm in my emotional feelings these days :'(

Wow.......

So I'lol just head out and cry I guess.

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