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I am way too tired to edit this right now

"Why didn't I think of this before?" You mutter to yourself as you select months upon months of pictures off your camera roll. You deselect several of pictures with you and Jimin in them, though you don't spend too much time scanning through all of the photos to make sure you don't miss any.

You've got them all in your laptop at home anyway.

"Think of what before?"

You whirl around at the sound of Jimin's voice and see him entering the room. Embarrassed at being caught talking to yourself, you hold up the phone.

"This," you say. "It's just been sitting around. I don't need it anymore, but you do."

Jimin raises his eyebrows. "You're... you're giving me that?"

"Until we can get you a new one," you say. "I've deleted everything. Apps, contacts, notes, texts, basically-"

"Everything?"

"Well I didn't delete our old text conversations, and I've left behind a bunch of photos, but other than that, everything else is gone."

Jimin sits on the floor next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"Since you're done then..." He murmurs, squeezing your waist. He looks into your eyes with a hooded gaze and a faint smile playing at the end of his lips.

"That's cute," you say. You brush him off of you and stand up. "But you've got plans, remember? You've got no time for this."

Jimin pouts and leans back into his arms. "I always have time for you."

"Come on," you say, tapping his suitcase with your foot on your way to the bed. "You've got to get ready."

"There's not much I can do," Jimin says. "I have like, two pairs of jeans and a few tshirts. What else could I possibly wear?"

"Taehyung gave you a nice shirt, didn't he?"

Jimin sighs and crawls over to his suitcase. "Fine," he mutters. He pulls out a white button up shirt with short sleeves and stands up.

"When you come back in a minute I'll have the phone ready," you say, smiling a little. How flattering that he'd rather mess around with you than go out with his friends.

The whole reason he's going out is because you're both flying out on Tuesday. Today is Saturday. You're going back to America soon.

Plus, he hasn't seen his other friends nearly enough, in your opinion. You don't know when he's going to get the chance to see them all again, so he better spend all of his time with them before you fly out. If you have to spend all of your time alone here, you don't care. You want him to go out.

"Psh I'm not going anywhere," Jimin says. He pulls his shirt off where he stands and drops it on top of his suitcase. "No need."

You turn pink in the face and look down at the phone in your hands. "Warn me when you do that." You mutter, earning a self-satisfied snort from Jimin.

"You say that as if it matters," he says. "As if we didn't spend most of today messing around." He fits his arms through the sleeves of his button-up shirt and then walks over to you, buttons hanging loose and open. Your eyes lock on his as he edges closer to you, grinning widely.

His eyes stay trained on yours through a curtain of ruffled black hair. His muscles flex as he crawls on top of you, caging your body between his arms. His scar glares prominently from his chest, desperately trying to drag your attention away from his eyes.

"I like it when you turn red," he purrs, staring at you as if you're the only thing worth looking at. "It's so easy to fluster you."

Without moving your gaze, you reach for the bottom buttons of his shirt and pull them together.

"What time do you leave?"

"Soon," Jimin says. "Namjoon will probably come get me when it's time to go."

You move on to the next button slowly, feeling hot on the inside.

"You should be ready for that then," you say.

"I have time."

Jimin leans down and presses his lips to yours gently, invitingly. You lay still, wondering if it's worth the effort. You're not going to do this now and then be left breathless when he leaves and you have to wait for hours for him to come back too tired to do anything else.

Jimin nuzzles your cheekbone, warm breath fanning out along your face, sending a shiver down your spine. He kisses a spot under your ear and makes his way down your neck. His kisses are gentle, but you know he's holding himself back until you give in.

There really is no reason for you not to give in, other than the fact that he's only going to leave you strung up in a few minutes. Is that a good enough reason? What exactly are you holding onto here?

Jimin pulls away and looks into your eyes. His grin is gone, his expression more serious. You don't understand how he can look at you with so much love and intensity at the same time. The resulting gaze is what pushes you over the edge. Every time, with that stupid expression. It draws you in and makes you feel giddy and warm and loved.

Jimins eyelids hover over his eyes as he leans down once again to kiss you. You ditch the buttons and wrap your arms around his bare waist, hands pressing against the heat of his back. You feel his smirk as he tilts his head to kiss you harder, relishing the kiss as the last bits of hesitation drain from your body.

You pull him down onto you and smooth your hands over his shoulder blades. His scars stick out against his skin, rough against your hands. His head tilts more to the side for a better angel, and he straddles your waist so that he doesn't have to prop himself up on his arms. He moves his hands up to cup your face, kissing you so hard you wonder if there's more on his mind than he lets on.

A loud knock sounds on the door, signaling that it's time for Jimin to leave. He doesn't stop kissing you, and you have to pull his head up by his hair to get him off of you. His lips are swollen and red and his eyes are teary. You reach up and cup his cheek.

"What's wrong?" You murmur.

"Hey Jimin?" Says Namjoon's voice through the door. "It's about time to go."

"Coming!" Jimin says loudly, eyes on yours. "Just a sec!"

You brush his hair out of his eyes, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't. He tucks his face into your neck and takes a deep breath. Then he kisses you there and gets off of you to go get socks.

"Hey, what happened?" You ask. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Jimin murmurs. "I'll feel better soon."

"Anything I can do?"

Jimin gives you a weak smile and shakes his head.

"I'll be okay," he says. "It's just a mood swing." His smile fades. "I get them a lot, and I can't control them."

...??

"What do you mean?"

"It's just... I get so annoyed with everything all the time, and I think it just means I need to sleep, but when I can't go to sleep because we're out doing something else, it makes me so angry and moody and I do my best not to let it show but it's so hard and I can't control it."

Annoyed and angry at what? You're about to ask but Jimin continues.

"And other times I just feel so... dead and tired and dreadful and sad but I can't pull myself out of it so I go to you because I don't know how else to distract myself but then we start kissing and I get so lost, and the sadness turns into obsession and I can't stop myself even if I want to- I'm addicted to you and I can't control it, I can't... I can't stop myself and... it makes me feel so guilty and I don't know why I'm like this, but I'm so stuck and I never know what I'm supposed to do."

All you can do for a moment is stare at Jimin, taken aback by his rant. You didn't expect him to talk about his feelings so suddenly, right before he's about to leave. Plus, he hasn't been open about his emotions- not like this. You don't know what to say.

But you understand him.

Jimin turns toward the door.

"Sorry," he says. "I didn't mean to dump that on you."

"No, I get it," you say quickly. You don't want him to doubt himself. He turns to face you again.

"Actually, I-I know exactly how that feels."

You finally feel like you finally understand a part of what's bothering him.

Jimin stares at you for a moment, then at the floor.

"That's what's happening right now," he mumbles. "I feel so... dead inside. And I know it'll get better once I'm with my friends, but... that doesn't make the dread go away. I'm exhausted. I don't want to leave the room, I don't want to leave you, I just want to go to sleep."

You get up and approach Jimin with wide steps. The tears in his eyes are gone now, but there's pain in his expression that you finally understand.

You felt just like this when everything happened a year ago. You still feel like this sometimes.

You hold your old phone up for Jimin to take and give him a reassuring smile.

"Like you said, you'll feel better when you're with your friends. But if you don't, text me. Or call me. I'll stay on the phone with you for as long as you want."

Jimin takes the phone and puts it in his back pocket, then pulls you close to him to kiss you on the forehead. You smile to yourself, eyes landing on the scar on his chest. You reach for his shirt buttons again and start pulling them together. You can feel Jimin's eyes bear into the top of your head, waiting for you to look up at him again. Once you finish with his buttons, you do just that.

"I love you," he murmurs.

"I love you too."

•••

You spend most of the night on the couch in front of the TV while Jimin and Namjoon are gone.

After Namjoon came back from work yesterday, Jimin's brother Jihyun came over and apologized profusely to you. You felt bad, because you felt like some of the mean things he said were true, but Jimin was satisfied. You were impressed with Jihyun's English. Jimin said that he's still learning, but he seemed almost fluent when he apologized. Afterward though, when you spoke to him, he seemed less confident and spoke in more broken sentences.

Jimin told you it was because Jihyun practiced his apology a million times before coming over. You think that's cute. Jihyun is so similar to his brother- he's basically a mini-Jimin. A Jimini.

You smile to yourself at the thought. Jimini.

After Jihyun left, you FaceTimed your mother and brought Namjoon to the phone, and together, you all figured out a plan. You fly back to America in a few days. Namjoon said Yoongi was driving into Seoul for the weekend, so he and the boys planned to go out together with Jimin as a sort of farewell until the next time he comes back.

You feel guilty for stealing him from them. They're his best friends and you're whisking him away again, back to America for a long time.

Jimin has been texting you intermittently throughout the night to tell you what he's doing and that he wishes you were there. He sends you pictures to go with the texts, which makes you happy. Right now they're at a chicken place that's open until eleven.

Its just past ten now. He'll be home soon and you can go to sleep. He told you not to wait for him to go to bed, but you will, because you're not sure how you will sleep if he isn't next to you.

You're phone buzzes, and you look down excitedly, expecting a text from Jimin.

It's not. It's a text from an unfamiliar number.

*** *** ****

Hey darling, I got your number from one of your friends, I'm texting to say hello

Uh who the heck is this?

You might not be awake right now, I know it's really early, so text me back when you can, pumpkin.

You're about to text the stranger back and say they've got the wrong number, but your trust issues kick in before you even tap the screen.

What if it's Gavin?

No, that's stupid. Gavin is in a psych ward for harassing you and literally beating you to a pulp because of some stupid obsession. He isn't there for much longer, apparently, but he is still behind bars, and he doesn't have the ability to text you. Whoever's taking care of him has made sure of that, and so have a handful of cops that set up a restraining order when it all went down.

So it must be a wrong number situation, because you can't think of anyone that would send you a text like that. Or call you darling. Or pumpkin.

Ew.

You decide to proceed with your text, only to be distracted again when you get another text from Jimin.

Jimin

We're almost done here

I think we'll be home soon

You smile and text him back with an "okay," and forget all about the strange texts.

•••

You had fallen asleep again by the time the front door of the apartment opens. The sound wakes you with a start. It's the boys returning home. You grab your phone to check the time.

It's almost one. Why are they only returning now? You notice dozens texts from Jimin that you slept through. How could I have slept through all of that?

"Y/n!" Jimin calls, only to be shushed by Namjoon's large hand over his mouth.

"Shhhhh," he hisses. "She could be sleeping."

"Oh, right," Jimin says. "Sshhhhhh." A giggle escapes his lips and he leans into Namjoon heavily. Namjoon sighs and hauls him through the front door the rest of the way, then turns around says, "Thanks Yoongi, I can take it from here."

You didn't even notice Yoongi, but now you see him as he nods acknowledgement and quietly shuts the front door. Namjoon locks it and leans Jimin against the wall, placing firm hands on his shoulders.

"Now, remember," he says. "Once you go back to your room, you have to be veerrry quiet, because you don't want to wake up Y/n."

You find this amusing, so you sit up and watch them. Something seems to be off about Jimin, however, and you can't put your finger on it. For one, his shirt buttons are all crooked, put through the wrong holes. Did he take it off tonight? Why?

"Right," Jimin says, though he can't seem to keep a straight face. He seems unusually happy. "But look." He raises his index finger and points it at you. Namjoon looks over his shoulder, surprised to find you on the couch, wide awake.

"Oh! You're still up," he says. "So uh... heh. We may have let Jimin drink a little bit."

Oh. That explains it.

"A little bit?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Well- we didn't think he'd get drunk so fast," Namjoon says. "He kept trying to sneak more while we weren't looking- don't know how many times he succeeded."

Jimin waves, overjoyed and energetic.

"It seems he succeeded enough, if he's acting like that," you say, grinning. Namjoon seems taken aback by your smile.

"You're not mad?"

"Why should I be mad?" You ask. "I am a little worried, because I don't know how this affects his health, but one time can't hurt too bad, can it?"

Namjoon looks relieved. "That's good," he says. "Yeah. We were gonna stay out longer but he started throwing a fit because he missed you and we didn't want him to cause a scene, so we left."

"Cause a scene?" You raise your eyebrow again.

"He really missed you."

The both of you look at Jimin, and when you make eye contact with him, he flashes you a dazzling smile and starts to make his way toward you, only to be pulled back by Namjoon. He lets out a whine of protest, and Namjoon points at his shoes expectantly.

"Oh," Jimin chirps, happy again, and he plops down on the floor to undo his shoelaces. Only, he can't. It's too hard. After watching him struggle for a moment, Namjoon sighs and kneels next to him to help him. You get off of the couch and head over to them, laughing. Jimin watches you with light in his eyes, and reaches a hand out for you as you get closer. You sit down to untie his other shoe, only you have to do it with one hand because Jimin grabs your other one as soon as you're close enough to him that he can reach you.

"You have no idea how hard it was to get him into the car," Namjoon breathes, slipping his shoe off. "He kept trying to go back for more alcohol. Said he wanted one for the ride."

You look at Jimin, slipping his other shoe off, and he smiles at you again, leaning against you.

"Okay." Namjoon stands up. He pulls Jimin to his feet, earning a loud protest from his lips. "Come on," Namjoon says, "let's get you taken care of."

You stand up and follow the two down the hall. Namjoon opens the bathroom door and drags Jimin inside. He looks at you hopelessly.

"I hate to ask you to help me with this, but I'm telling you, drunk Jimin is trouble."

You smile. "I'll go get a change of clothes for him

You return with pajamas to find Namjoon in the middle of helping Jimin brush his teeth. Jimin snatches the toothbrush out of Namjoon's hand as soon as he sees you and starts brushing all by himself. Namjoon glances at you and takes the pajamas.

"You look tired," you say.

"Watching over drunk Jimin is like babysitting a three year-old."

"Yah!" Jimin snaps around his toothbrush. He sends a frown toward Namjoon but brightens again when you giggle, and he continues to brush.

"Go on," you say, pulling Jimin's hair away from his mouth. You should see about getting it trimmed. You like his hair long, but if it gets in his way... "Tell me everything."

"I'll tell you more about it in the morning," Namjoon grumbles. Jimin turns around and spits out his toothpaste, then drops his toothbrush into the sink, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

"Let's get you ready for bed," you say, amused by Jimin's blunt and thoughtless actions. He turns toward you with a frown.

"I don't wanna go to bed."

"We don't have to go to sleep yet," you say, to which Jimin's mood brightens again. "Just get your pajamas on okay?"

Jimin nods and takes the sweatpants from Namjoon, then begins changing into them. Namjoon's mouth drops open.

"He listened to you," he says in disbelief. "He could have done everything on his own, and he pretended to be useless so we would drag him all the way home ourselves."

Jimin has a wicked smile on his face as he pulls on his pajama pants, then tries to unbutton his shirt. You match his smile and take over for him.

"The little brat," Namjoon mutters, leaning back against the wall. "You should have seen him before. He couldn't walk up the stairs by himself."

"Couldn't take the elevator?"

"Out of order."

"Hm. Why are all his buttons wrong?"

"He tried to take his shirt off in the car," Namjoon scoffs. "Said it was too hot. It was twenty eight degrees outside. We made him put it back on, but he refused to wear his coat the rest of the way home."

"I'll take it off again for you," Jimin purrs, leaning closer to you. You smile wider and push him away with a finger on his nose. He's so funny like this.

When you finish with his buttons, he shrugs his shirt off and grabs the T-shirt from Namjoon's hands. He turns to face you again, revealing his backside to Namjoon, who's mouth drops open once again.

"Holy..." he breathes, moving a hand up to cover his mouth. His eyes stay glued to Jimin's back until Jimin pulls on the new shirt and covers his scars.

"I know," you murmur solemnly, eyes on the floor. "It got bad."

"Can we go now?" Jimin asks, rubbing his eyes. You nod and look at Namjoon.

"Thank you for taking care of him," you say. "I can take him from here."

Namjoon nods, still a little shocked. "Of course," he says. "Uh, good night."

You pull Jimin out of the bathroom and bring him back to the guest room.

"You look like you had fun," you say. "I told you you wouldn't regret it."

"Mmhmm," he hums eagerly. "We went to a chicken restaurant, and then we went to a karaoke place, and they had lots of snacks and drinks and we all got to drink-except for Jungkook and Taehyung, since they're not nineteen yet, and Yoongi, because he had to drive us here."

"I bet that was a lot of fun," you say, pushing Jimin onto the bed. He stands up immediately and shakes his head.

"I don't wanna go to bed," he says. "M'not tired."

"It's okay," you say pushing him back down. "We don't have to sleep. Just stay here for a moment while I go get some water, okay?"

"Can I come with you?"

"I'll be back really fast," you say, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Behind his drunken, delirious state, he looks sad. Almost scared. You kiss his forehead and whisper, "Give me one minute, okay? You look like you need water."

Jimin lays down and watches you exit the room, leaving the door open so he feels better about it.

Namjoon is in the kitchen already, for the same reason as you. He looks up when you enter and raises his eyebrow.

"Water?" He asks. You nod and he grabs a couple more glasses from a cupboard and places them on the counter next to his own.

"He had a good time," Namjoon says, pouring water into the glasses. "We all missed him. Missed the times we used to have. It's not the same, but it felt really good. I think it did some good for him."

You nod. "I hoped it would," you murmur. "I don't know what's going on with him. He told me before you left that he struggles with his feelings, but he seemed like he was nervous to talk about it that much. And what with his appetite and how skinny he is, and how he hates taking his medicine, I think there's more to it than he lets on and I'm scared that he'll keep trying to hide it because he doesn't want help."

Namjoon nods. "The other boys noticed it too," he says. "They're just as worried about him. We made sure someone was with him every time he went to the bathroom just to make sure he wasn't going in there to... you know."

"Throw up?"

"We still don't know yet if that's what he's doing, but yeah. That."

You run your hands through your hair and sigh. "I'm gonna see if I can get him to take his pills. I think he pretends to take them and then throws them away. I know it sounds stupid, but I don't think he wants to get better."

Namjoon gives you a sympathetic look and grabs Jimin's pill bottles from the counter for you.

"It doesn't sound stupid," Namjoon says. "It's hard, where we're all at right now, but I think sooner or later he'll get better. We all just need to work hard for it."

"He still hasn't told me about that call," you mutter. "With his doctor. He still doesn't think I know." You press your hand to your forehead and close your eyes. "I think he was close to telling me at one point but... god- I don't know why he's afraid to say anything."

Namjoon gives you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and pushes the glasses of water toward you. "I understand," he says. "I don't know what's going on either- I feel just as helpless as you- but I think if he's gonna confess to anyone it's gonna be you."

That's probably supposed to make you feel better, but it doesn't. All you can do at this point is hope that he tells you soon.

"He just saw Taehyung tonight," Namjoon says. "You should ask him if Taehyung got a call from the doctor at all. Push it. I don't think he likes withholding things from you. He wouldn't keep lying, I think."

You purse your lips. He's right. Jimin wouldn't continue to lie to you, he'd feel bad about it, right? If you put the right amount of pressure on him, then he'll fess up, won't he?

"Right," you say. "Certainly not while he's drunk, though. I feel like that's not fair."

"Yeah. You should go back to him now. I don't know if we should be leaving him alone. I'm telling you, he was acting a lot less mature before he saw you."

You smile and try to imagine Jimin being stubborn and immature- you're almost sad you didn't get to see that side of him. It would have been amusing.

"I'm sure it was funny," you say, stuffing the pill bottles into your hoodie pocket and grabbing the glasses of water. "Thanks Joon."

Namjoon smiles back and sips his own water. "Hey," he says., "just because you're reconciled with Jimin and your past issues are healing, doesn't mean I'm not still here. Whenever you need me, just call me."

Of course he will be. You never questioned it. Warmth spreads through you at Namjoon's kindness.

"I will. Good night, Joon."

"Night."

When you return to the guest room, you gasp and almost drop the glasses of water in the doorway. Jimin is on the floor with his hands to his face, scratching himself so hard that blood coats his nails a drips down his chin.

"Jimin!" You put down the water and drop to his side, yanking his wrists away from his face. "What are you doing!?"

"No no- don't stop me!" Jimin cries out. "I can't- I need to-" he bursts into tears and tries to free his hands from your grasp, but you hold him with an iron grip and call for Namjoon.

Namjoon is already in the doorway, probably after hearing the yelling.

"What happened? What's going on?"

"Let me go!" Jimin cries.

"Jimin, it's okay! What happened!? Why are you upset!?" Jimin frees one of his wrists and uses his hand to free his other one, twisting away from you so you can't grab him again.

"Namjoon, help me!" You cry. "I can't hold him still!"

"No, stop!" Jimin yells, putting his hands up to cover his face. "Just let me-"

Namjoon drops to his knees behind Jimin and wrestles his arms behind his back. "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know," you say hopelessly, trying to look Jimin in the eyes, but he bows his head, avoiding your gaze. You pull his chin up, to see his face, but he jerks away again. "Jimin, let me-" you don't know how to pull his face into view without touching the scratch marks on his cheeks. You pull his chin up again, and this time he lets you, his eyes shut tight.

His scratches must sting really bad, not just because they're fresh, but because his salty tears spill over them with nothing to stop them.

Namjoon looks at the scratches, and his eyes widen. "Go get a couple of wash cloths and wet them," he says.

Stricken, you get up and obey, not sure what else to do. When you return with them, Jimin lays limply against Namjoon's chest, arms still locked behind his back, sobbing weakly. The tips of his hair stick to the blood and tears on his face, probably making it sting more.

You know what to do now, after having a moment to catch up to yourself. You push Jimin's bangs out of his face and press the cool wash cloths to his cheeks, covering the scratches and preventing more tears from leaking into them.

"Jimin, what happened?" You ask quietly, holding back tears of your own. Namjoon let's go of Jimin's wrists and holds the cloths to his cheeks for you.

"I'm trying to get rid of it," Jimin says weakly.

"Get rid of what?" You ask as calmly as possible.

"All the fat," Jimin says, but his voice quivers, and his body racks with more sobs.

"Jimin," you say helplessly, realizing what this is about. Your own tears begin to leak from your eyes, unable to be held back any longer. "There is no fat."

"There's so much of it," Jimin continues. "I look so ugly."

"Jimin stop it!" You sob. "You're not ugly!" You grab his hands tightly and twist your fingers together. "You can't go doing things like this, you hear me? You can't just hurt yourself like this!"

Namjoon watches helplessly, eyebrows drawn together in worry for his friend and for you.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whimpers. "I'm sorry. I-I can't stop."

"Stop what?"

"All the- all the loathing."

Jimin pulls his hands out of yours and takes the cloths from Namjoon.

"Don't-" you start, but Jimin doesn't pull the cloths away.

"I'm not going to," he murmurs. He looks miserable. "I-I'm okay- it's over now."

His episode is over. He won't do it again, at least tonight.

"Chim, you-"

Jimin shakes his head before you finish and gets up, then walks out of the room. You and Namjoon exchange anguished glances before you follow him to the bathroom, where he stands in front of the mirror to check his face. He removes the cloths and touches his fingers to his cheeks gingerly, flinching in pain.

His cheeks are bright red, but they're not bleeding anymore. The scratches will last a little while, and draw a lot of attention to him, but you don't care as long as they heal soon.

"Y/n." Namjoon places a hand on your shoulder. You step aside from the door and look at him.

"You should go to bed," he says. "I can take care of him."

You look back at Jimin, who hasn't taken his eyes off the mirror. He runs his fingers delicately along his cheeks, staring at the mirror with a look of... admiration.

What is going on inside his head?

"I-I don't wanna leave him," you say. "I left him for a few minutes and then..."

"He won't be alone," Namjoon says. "I'm not taking my eyes off him. But you need to rest. I'll help him treat the scratches and bring him back to your room."

You look at the floor, shuffling your feet uncertainly.

"Okay," you mumble, glancing at Jimin again. He catches your eye, but doesn't say anything. His gaze returns to the mirror. "He isn't allowed to drink ever again," you add. Then you brush past Namjoon and head back to the guest room.

What the hell happened? You left him alone for a few short minutes and that was all it took for him to hate himself enough to harm himself. Was that only because he's drunk, or does he think things like that a lot? Was the alcohol all it took to cloud his judgement enough to make him do that, or has he been thinking about it for a longer time?

Has he hurt himself like this before?

Has he been hurting himself behind your back for longer than this?

You realize that yes, he has been hurting himself. By throwing up and starving himself. You know he's doing it. There's no hiding it. He just doesn't think you know. But have there been other things?

You remember what he told you last year, about when he was suicidal. What if it comes back? What if you're not enough to keep him from going over the edge? What if you're not enough to help him? You love him more than he knows, so much that you feel helpless, so much that you would do anything for him, but it isn't enough. Not if he hurts himself the way he does. Not if he doesn't love himself- or at least respect himself- as much as you do.

Are you really not enough for him?

Thoughts like these haunt you for the rest of the night, even in your dreams, and when Namjoon finally returns him to you, you are asleep with tear-stains covering your cheeks. And Jimin has never felt guiltier.

Wow I really disappeared for a while there didn't I

Welp I'm too depressed to explain myself so...

Have a good day/night.<3

-L