chapter twenty-nine ;; new things
third person
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Jimin had been a lost soul lately. The one person he remembered to bring a meaning to his life was now gone, the foolishness of his actions being the only to blame. He never asked for this; he never desired to be the monster everyone was currently claiming him to be. There was a reason why Jimin hid his problem for all of these years, but now he was regretting the downright stupid decision, because it was at the cost of a friendship that he hoped would someday form into something.

That's another thing: Jimin had no idea when to take hints. The obvious red flags of Jeongguk ambitiously falling for Taehyung and trying to show him there was nothing to hope for went completely across his head, until the infamous occurrence formed. There was no way Jimin could ever stop loathing himself for what he had done, hurting someone who did nothing to deserve the pain. It was all his fault and he knew it, showing the emotions through a blank set of eyes continuing to stare down at the grass, burrowing holes into the dirt as tears fell like salty dew droplets into his own lap.

A body, a person, someone curious, sat next to the boy who silently cried, saddened at seeing him in such a state. The latter had no idea what drew him to the orange haired person, but it might've been the way he slouched against the brick wall like he'd given up on everything, especially himself. Yoongi was familiar with the feeling of betraying another. He felt it every time his brown eyes skimmed to the best friend that claimed the name Hoseok. The pair of boys were close, but one was a bit too into it all, helplessly falling for the mint haired boy who couldn't return the feelings. It was more than likely his own fault for playing such a character.

"What's wrong?" The mint hair boy's voice was quite and gentle, a tone that was hard for him to find but so easy in this moment. No essence of a sarcastic idiot showed as he did all he could to keep eye contact with the latter who wouldn't allow such a thing.

"It's nothing, Yoongi. I'm fine." Jimin responds in a monotone manner, posture slouched and face slackened. A glossy shine emitted from his eyes, making the other's heart ache.

'So, this is how Hoseok will feel once I tell him what's bound to be said?' Yoongi thinks with a desperate tone inside his mind that always seemed to clutter within times of thoughts piling and compressing into a junkyard too difficult to organize, "But you're not fine. I know you're not fine." He pressed down on the accelerator, pushing the younger to speak more, even if his voice was sorrowful with lackluster.

"I don't want to talk about it." Jimin whispers with a cracked voice. He looks down at his small hands that held one ring on his left pointer finger, a reminder to take his medicine. Blue gem for the blue pill.

"I'm here to talk." The mint haired boy was becoming frantic at the cracks obviously forming into the framework of the one beside him, trying his best to add support and keep Jimin standing for another day.

"Your friends wouldn't be fond of you talking to me..." More salty dew drops instantly fall from his tear ducts, landing in his lap with one straight line just like all the others.

It was a sight that would make anyone pity the younger. Yoongi in no way pitied him; he wanted to only help, because that's who he is. That's who he can be. Hidden behind the sculpture of an attractive stature made up in snarky comments was someone who enjoyed to sit and talk with those who needed it. Not many people understood that, but he wanted Jimin to.

"Why would they think that?"

"Because I'm a monster that doesn't deserve the nurture of others." Jimin spits with such anger and fear and sadness that it leaves Yoongi motionless.

No muscle nor bone would move in his body at the sound of the younger's voice. The fear and self loathing overpowered all others. There was absolutely no way to describe it as Yoongi's mind almost went blank entirely. As he dumbly sat on the ground, thinking of the words of that the latter spoke with such gusto, Jimin had already retreated from their shared area, quickly finding another place to hide. Yoongi almost missed where Jimin had gone, only catching a glimpse of orange descending into green.

Greenery surrounded the older boy while he trudged through the ground that was damp from rain and uneven. The forest behind the school smelled of the wilderness, like no man had ever touched the surrounding atmosphere. A humidity like no other was felt against the bare skin of tan flesh as soon as your foot took the first step in. Yoongi's hair blended nicely with the trees and surrounding shrubbery, the only indicator that he was there being the red jacket tied tightly around his waist.

Jimin watched from afar as the elder boy cluelessly wandered around, stumbling over twigs here and there and at one point picking up a large rock and swinging it with both arms against a tree. The friction sent jolts of vibration up the trunk and into the leaves that had begun to die off with the bugs that'd usually be about. His objective was to hopefully knock down an unsuspecting Jimin from his hiding place high in the sky, and the younger's heart pounded with a state of kindness along with a soft chuckle.

Apparently, it wasn't soft enough as Yoongi quickly spotted where the 'cute' sound came from. At least that's how the mint haired boy decided it out to be. It all felt too fluffy, making him inwardly groan but going with it anyways.

It was rare to find nice moments like these, especially at such a hectic time as this one, with grades being insanely strict due to college being extremely close. Yoongi still had no plans to fall onto, his ambitions to become some type of music producer being far too out of reach. Jimin still had another safe year to go before deciding.

"Jimin, I see you. You're hair's like a damn highlighter." Yoongi annoyingly says from a short distance, "Stop hiding in the bush and come out. You're being stupid." He continues, correcting the younger's wrongs.

Jimin sheepishly came out of his hiding spot, quickly ruffling his orange hair that flew about to rid of any leaves that might've fallen down. His eyes were wide with curiosity, still perplexed at the extra mile the elder just took to talk to him. The younger had never seemed to be sought out so much before; in all honestly, he liked the feeling of being wanted. It was a self centered and selfish desire to have, but he claimed it with frantic arms.

"What is it, Hyung?" He sees a glimmer in Yoongi's eyes at the use of 'Hyung'. The elder must not receive the luxury of being called such a thing so often, although that's what he assumes. In fact, Yoongi is called hyung countless amounts of times. He just likes hearing Jimin say it.

"Why would my friends not want me talking to you?" Yoongi orders with a firm tone set to receive what he wanted. He was always praised with presents from his parents, receiving whatever he wished for, although he never liked mooching off of them.

Jimin's face turned grim at the question, contorting back into a painful blank stare. It pained the both of them, truly and wholly. Sunlight drips from the cracks of broken up branches and leaves swaying in the breeze that had newly birthed, adding to the chill of the crisp air. Sounds of nature moving against the current surrounded the two boys, one petrified and helpless, the other calm and willing to listen for all that had to be said.

"I did something that I shouldn't of had." Is all Jimin says with his head turned to the ground apparently more interesting than the one standing in front of him.

"That's too vague, and look at me when you're talking, please." It was tough, a kind of love that Jimin oddly enjoyed.

He liked being pushed around in a caring way to be brought up. The way of Yoongi's words had him listening in a heart beat, quickly looking up with the same wide eyed stare he held when the latter first found him. Yoongi found the sight to be too much for him, hesitantly taking a step closer to get a better view.

"I hurt one of your friends, because I was foolish and didn't take care of myself." Jimin quietly continues, beginning to look down again, but instead feeling a tight grip on his wrist and a surprising yank that caused him to look up once more.

Yoongi's face was scary to see, since he was immaculately good at hiding emotion, no matter how crestfallen or jubilant they may be. The younger didn't like keeping such intimate eye contact, but he was forced to give and receive it, "What did you do?" He commands in a whispered tone, eyebrows furrowed.

The younger had never confessed to something so quickly, "I didn't listen to the blue gem on my ring to take my medication, and I hurt Jeongguk in the process."

"What medication?"

"My temper medication." Jimin sadly answers, still keeping the eye contact that was only cut off by quick blinks.

"Oh...I'm sorry that happened." Yoongi says, sounding sincere. The tight grip on his wrist loosened, but Jimin wished for it to be back with the same, tight clasp.

"Y-You're not mad at me?" The orange haired one asks in astonishment, undeniably grateful. Everyone else had lashed out at him, not really understanding what had went off in his head. Yoongi seemed to understand and understand completely. The intimate stare softening and turning into something different, something new, something that filled Jimin with so much excitement.

"Why would I be mad at you? You can't control your brain." Yoongi says, the latter quickly feeling a thumb gliding across his hand.

The movement was sweet, almost as sweet as the moisture that clung to the air. It smelled of honeysuckle and rain, a smell that the two equally admired. They were both outdoor people, believe it or not. Yoongi enjoyed spending time outside for a set amount of time, as to where Jimin could live out here if he had the choice.

It all seems to get better, because after a kind smile sent towards the younger's way and a few exchanged words holding no bitter tone, there were soft lips grazing the younger's cheek. The listener was baffled by the words that passed Jimin's lips from earlier, the true broken sadness no one else seemed to pick up on. They were doomed from the start, with no set destination and no designated path. The elder wasn't only baffled by the younger's words, but he was also baffled by his actions seeming to seamlessly flow out.

But of course, all of it was cut short by the loud holler of someone, that someone being the blind person who had already fallen for Yoongi, and just to think, Yoongi might've found some interest in the boy now terrified of the other shouting Yoongi's name. Brown hair came into view from a clear path seen through the trees.

"Yoongi?" Hoseok singly says from the distance, awaiting for him to come at his side. They always walked together from class to class, and their free period was drawing to an end.

Yoongi only sent the younger a sad and regretful smile before walking away, leaving him behind. Jimin watched with sad and pleading eyes as the other two walked towards the school, happily chatting with each other, and Jimin shouted, picking up a rock and chucking it at nowhere in particular.

He was foolish once again, picking up someone who already had something with another. How stupid of him to ever wish for something good. This was an exact repeat of Jeongguk, a repeat that Jimin feared to go through once more. The orange haired boy quickly decided he were to never think of Yoongi in such a way, doing everything under the sun to set him in his mind as possibly a friend. Although Jimin was already angered with the mint haired boy, mad at him for toying in such a skillful way.

Everyone, in that moment, was blind.

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idk all of u guys were hella yelling abt this stuff nd it kinda formed by accident, but who cares it brings more into the story altho it won't be v focused on oopss.

next chapter should be back to taehyung + jungkook!!

as i'm revising this pretty boy just got 10k aND OGMYGF THANK YKU SO MCU H!!