I said I might update,

So I did.

Warning: Mature Actions Are Seen
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You woke up before Jimin and watched as he dreamed peacefully. Carefully, you moved a stray hair out of his eyes.

You thought back to when his hair was blonde, reminding you of the beginning of your relationship.

Then he wanted a change and he dyed it back to his original dark brunette colour, and you remember swooning almost immediately after seeing it.

You sat up and quickly shook your head.

You were angry with him.

Very, very angry with him.

You scanned the room out of pure boredom and your eyes glanced over the laundry basket.

"Shit!" You whisper-shouted and jumped out of the bed.

You quickly left the room and scurried downstairs.

You ran into the laundry room and sighed when you saw that Jimin's clothes were still in the machine.

You took out the clothes and put them in a tumble drier.

Your breathing began to calm, you were glad no one stole his things. It's not as if he couldn't easily replace them, but still.

You sat down on top of one of the machines as the tumble drier did its job.

After a good few minutes, you took out the clothes and they were still damp but you decided to let them air dry on the edge of Jimin's bath. You didn't want to forget them again, and this way you wouldn't.

You then began to make your way back to Jimin's dorm.

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Jimin's P.O.V.

It was when y/n cursed that I woke up from my dream. I was a tad disoriented for a few moments, not sure what was happening with you running out of the dorm.

When I heard the door click closed I swallowed deeply and noticed the soreness in the back of my throat.

I went to sit up so that I could reach for some water. I pushed myself off the bed and I immediately winced at the pain in my hand under my cast.

I sat still for a long while just cradling my hand.

I grunted, feeling annoyed. Once I sat up, I was hit with a pounding migraine.

"Fuck it" I whispered, getting up from the bed and walking towards my jacket. I got my cigarettes and lighter from my coat and locking the door.

I then made my way over to the window and opened it. When doing so, my door opened.

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Normal P.O.V.

Upon opening Jimin's dorm door, you saw him opening his window.

He turned around, his face full of panic.

He nervously put his hands behind his back. He mentally cursed himself, thinking that you had forgotten to take your key with you while you dashed out in a mad rush.

But you were smarter than he remembered.

You looked at him with disbelief.

He wasn't seriously going to that right now.

You dropped the clothes on the floor and advanced towards him in anger.

You grabbed his arms and brought them out in front of him, revealing the items he was trying to conceal.

You ripped the packet out of his hands and threw them out the window before slamming the glass closed.

"What the hell are you doing! They're expensive!" He yelled.

"I'm saving you from destroying your life!" You yelled back.

Jimin was rich, that's for certain, but his mother gave him monthly allowances while in college so that he wouldn't go crazy when spending independently.

He learned quickly how to live when you don't have an unlimited cash flow.

Jimin held his head in shock.

It's as if someone just threw his access to oxygen out the window.

He needed them.

"Why the fuck would you do that!" He growled, immediately sprinting out of the dorm to run outside to get the pack.

You ran out after him and both of you raced down the stairs.

The minute you both got outside, you went searching for the little red and white box.

Jimin went searching in bushes, his ears practically blowing steam from anger.

You scanned the pathway, trembling from the thought of not getting there before him.

It was like a wild goose chase.

You spotted the prized box and you ran towards it. You began jumping on the box and squishing it underneath the sole your shoe.

"Hey!" Jimin shouted once he saw what you were doing. "Stop!" He ran toward you.

You quickly picked up the squished box and ran to a nearby dumpster, Jimin running behind you.

You lifted up the lid and threw it in quickly.

"Y/n! For fuck sake!" He shouted, pulling at the roots of his hair, and you stood back.

You just began to walk away and return upstairs into Jimin's dorm.

You opened the door slowly and he walked in not long behind you, slamming it behind him.

"I can't believe you just did that" he said, sitting down on the bed. "You of all people should know that it's not easy to pay for stuff like that" he glared.

You scoffed. "Oh yeah, I know what it's like to be poor. You're not even poor, you just have an allowance! If you need more money you can get it easily. Try living on five cups of ramen a week - if you're lucky to even get that much-! Then you can fucking talk to me about being poor" you seethed.

"Yeah, we've all heard your sob story before" he rolled his eyes.

"No one has heard my fucking sob story because I've never told anyone what has happened to me, so shut up" you angrily said, pointing your finger at him as tears fell from your eyes.

Jimin was a bit taken aback but nevertheless, he continued to argue with you.

"You have no idea how much I need a cigarette" he groaned, trying to take the heat off himself.

You remained silent, thinking over what you had just said in your head.

You hadn't thought about those memories in years and all of a sudden, out or know where, you bring it up. It was as if it was pulled from your brain to your mouth without crossing by your thought process.

You didn't exactly say what had happened to you, but it brought back the memories to your mind.

All those thoughts swarmed around you, your breathing went ragged. You began to tremble and cry uncontrollably.

He took a pillow from beside him and threw it across the room in frustration. You gasped and turned to the sudden noise, again the situation bringing back more memories.

He stood up and walked over to that bathroom, slamming the door behind him in the process. He splashed his face with cold water, trying to cool down his warm cheeks.

All you noticed was the door slamming closed. You yelped slightly, it felt like it was all happening all over again.

The loud sudden noise and the door slam just moments later.

All this going on unknowingly to Jimin. A light bulb went off in his head.

He remembered exactly had taken a roll out a few days ago and left it in the drawer in his nightstand.

"Ha, ha" he muttered to himself as he left the bathroom to find it and light it up. "You must be upset now" he sniggered to himself, feeling as if he had a victory.

He still had not noticed your current freaked out state as he was looking at everything but you for fear of seeing disappointment and yet he still taunts.

You slid down to the floor.

He sucked in deeply and blew out the smoke aimlessly.

Once you caught the smell of the smoke you clasped your hand around your mouth and cried.

It was the cherry on top of your thoughts.

It set everything in place.

You truly felt as if you had gone back in time and everything that happened on the night was taking place again.

It was like your mother was there, saying that those rolls of poison would help her and make her feel better. Your little naive self knew no wrong.

But cigarettes were one of the reasons that she died.

As well as that one night.

That ruined both you and her.

As mentioned before, you pushed it to the back of your head, going on with life as if it never happened.

Jimin turned to look at you after hearing your muffled sobs.

He saw the fear in your eyes.

You were having a panic attack.

"Holy shit" he said and rushed over to you and the minute you saw a dark clothed figure run toward you through your blurry tears you went into shock.

It was as if everything was happening all over again.

You immediately scooted away on the floor into a corner and you held your knees against your chest.

Jimin's heart physically broke at the sight before him.

He threw the cigarette out the window after putting it out.

"Y/n" he spoke softly, crouching in front of you and gesturing a hand out to you.

You flinched.

And Jimin will never forget the feeling of how distraught he was in that moment.

"Y/n it's me" he whispered, tears falling from his eyes as he reached out for you again.

And yet again you flinched.

"Please don't, I promised you I won't tell. I'll stay quiet, just please don't do it again" you cried, physically shaking.

Jimin laid a hand on your shoulder and you began to scream and thrash your body.

"No! Please don't!" You screamed.

"Muffin, it's me! Don't be scared it's only me!" He soothed.

You continued to thrash. "No, please" you cried. "I'll do anything, just don't do it again. I'm begging you" you whispered.

Jimin kept his distance.

Not wanting to scare you in anyway again.

That was indeed the scariest moment of Jimin's life.

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You eventually passed out from the tears.

Jimin picked you up and laid you on his bed.

You were so light to carry, he could feel your spine because your bones were so prominent.

You haven't been eating.

He was right.

He sat down on the couch and began thinking in his head.

He made the executive decision to start taking care of you now.

For the past few days it's been you taking care of him, but that was going to change.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the number of the nearby pizzeria.

He ordered a full pizza of your favorite toppings and getting cookies on the side, knowing how much you loved them.

They said they would get to the pizza in twenty minutes and he thanked them before hanging up.

He saw the damp clothes on the floor that you had brought from the laundry room. The ones you had dropped before the whole....fiasco.

He quickly picked them up and put them in the rim of the bathtub. He sat back down in the couch and began reflecting on the past seventy-two (plus) hours.

He was such a horrible person to you.

He felt awful about what he did not that long ago.

He found a cigarette and lit it, knowing you would be so upset, in order to taunt you.

What type of boyfriend does that?

Actually, scratch that.

What type of human being does that?

He didn't know what came over him, it's like that side of his life took over.

He needed to remember times when everything was good. He needed to remember how to treat you like the queen you are.

The thought of your speech popped into his head.

He stood up and grabbed the key to your dorm that you gave him and walked a few doors over.

He opened the door gently, gladly seeing that Sowon wasn't there. He cautiously walked towards the rubbish bin in the corner of the room and took out the white sheets of paper that you had placed in there after Jimin acknowledging the speech.

He picked it up and dusted it off before bringing it back to his dorm, not liking the idea of leaving you alone after what he had witnessed only moments ago.

He closed and locked your door and continued back to his dorm with the sheets of paper in his hand.

He gently closed out his door, not wanting to wake you up and sat down on the couch.

He read the first few lines - the introductory lines - and noticed that once you had finished the introduction, you went into some sad words.

He began reading again and he read that one little bit, you know, the one bit that made his eyes widen and realization set in place.

"It was hard growing up for me. I had no one to look for in a time of need. My mother died a few years ago due to lung cancer from smoking"

You hardly ever spoke about your mother and her death, you only spoke about good memories of her.

No wonder you hated the thought of him smoking.

Jimin's thoughts were everywhere.

That's probably one of the reasons that panic attack erupted not so long ago.

He wasn't even half way done the speech and he didn't know if he could finish it.

He glanced momentarily down at the page, his eyes landing where he left off.

"She started smoking a few years prior as a way to escape her thoughts and it ended up taking her life"

And that's exactly why Jimin started.

The feeling of guilt was practically eating him alive.

"And that's when I met the man who changed it all for me"

"Fuck" is all Jimin said before letting his emotions take over his entire body.

TBC

A/N: when you try to make it sad, but it just ain't working: 😣🥺

I hope everyone has an amazing 2020!! 🥳🤩

Lots of love xx