sobbyyy :( we're gonna get into more angsty stuff so here's your warning!!

thought i'd show my boys in matching uniforms, kinda like for their school dress code :)

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( 4:16 )

"well shit," jimin thought, looking down at his watch. he was gonna be late to getting home, and eomma would kill him! he didn't know why she cared, but she would lose her shit anyway.

he quickly folded the slip of paper into his pocket and made his leave for his parents house. it wasn't home to him. probably not to his brother, jihyun. he was a very cute guy, with a very kind heart. jimin would do anything to protect him, even though he's only a couple years younger than him.

he was panting heavily through the fall breeze. he hated running with a great passion, but knew he needed to keep going. he pushed himself harder and harder. anything to work off the fat from the yogurt kookie practically forced into his mouth earlier that morning.

not three minutes into his run was he interrupted by the familiar text tone "Runaway," by Pentagon. He came to halt by the drug store and did a wall sit on the brick wall. He pulled out his phone to see this:

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 :  call me whenever yr sad

{SENT: 4:19 p.m.}

jimin let out an inaudible gasp and quickly starting typing back, having a sudden realization of the sender.  

𝐌𝐞  : guess i'll be talking to you all day..

{SENT/READ: 4:20 p.m.}

you just added (631) -960- 7187 to your            contacts as "Yoongs 😍"

jimin was having a hard time processing this. he wasn't even going to question how hyung got his number when he had never given him his. before he knew it, it was 4:26.

"godammit," he muttered before running full speed once again towards his neighborhood.

the house wasn't much. it was enough to give him a roof over his head and food in the pantry, but the latter part didn't matter to him. the wood was colored an ugly shade called 'rustic mustard,' with shutters a light sky blue, likewise for the door.

when jimin approached that hideous door, he slowed his pace considerably, trying not to make any creaks as he slipped inside. the inside wasn't as hideous. it was actually fairly put together. but there were no signs of jihyun or his parents. still holding his breath, he tiptoed up the stairs to his room on the right with a little 'DO NOT ENTER' sign dangling dangerously from the tack. he opened the door.

"gyahh!" jimin squealed as his mother stepped out from behind his bedroom door. she knocked the poster down. well that was creepy. didn't she have anything better to do?

"where were you?" she said, lowering her tone of voice.

mustering the confidence to push past her he replied,

"i got caught up with my study group" a lie.

"ididn't notice the time, eomma." not a lie.

"i am sorry." he wasn't. he definitely was not. he would've spent the rest of his life with yoongi if he could...

she was only a teensy bit taller than him, but still seemed to tower over his fragile body as she came closer to his face.

she was pausing dramatically between every spoken word. "don't be late again or i'll mess you up boy, ya hear me? don't. fuxk. up," she was pointing her finger in my face before she turned around and snorted. "you'll only make life harder for the 3 of us."

jimin yelped slightly when she slammed the door behind her. she knocked down the poster behind the door of B.A.P as she did.

he shivered again. his sweater wasn't giving him comfort as it usually did. so he decided to just lay down on his flimsy mattress and wait for the bad feelings to pass.

he could've laid in that uncomfortable silence for hours and he wouldn't have given two shits.

but like always, he was never truly alone. he always had his thoughts.

" do it," his voice hissed.

"what? no, i'm doing good, 3 days cle-"

" NO! you know you need to, you deserve it either way, whether you messed up or not."

"but i'm not even that upset right now-"

"do i look like i care, you worthless mess? you know what to do. go over the bathroom. do it. until. you're. numb."

he was shaking with confliction between feeling or not feeling. he knew he shouldn't, but at the same time he felt that he should! the voices constantly whispered in his ears all day, all night, with no relief. he wanted it to stop. the only time it did was when he-

"fine"

he reluctantly got up and walked to the restroom, locking the door behind him.

it was going to be a long night.

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another well done chapter i think! i've had lots of help recently with some editing, and tips from some very lovely people, thank you all so much. thanks to everyone really for all the reads, votes, and comments. it means the world to me. jhope y'all enjoyed! stay safe, alive, and please remember to eat you vegetables today ok? |-/

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