He didn't know for how long he sat there, on the top of the building, his legs dangling off the edge and the night already cooling down.

He heard his phone going off with notifications. There were so many texts and calls...

All from him.

He sighed and put on some music, muting the notifications.

He didn't mean for it to happen, but his playlist of sad and slow songs was played.

'Whatever...' He thought. He rocked back and forth and hummed softly on the slow beat of the music. A few songs later he had stood up, beginning to dance. His muscles tensed and relaxed, his arms moving around, his body slowly folding into himself.

Then he exploded. He danced, didn’t know for how long, didn’t care because he obviously did not anymore as well, tears streaming over his face, drops of both the salty liquid and sweat flying off him as he spun and turned and ran and jumped and danced.

Because deep inside, that’s all he was. A dancer. Graceful, but explosive. Timid, but strong. Emotional, but fierce. Just him and music, because nothing else mattered. Not at that moment.

He screamed. The sound tore itself out of his throat, all his pent up emotions released.
The lyrics were something he could relate to as well. Kinda.

‘’Wish I were Heather!’’ He screamed it from the rooftop, standing on the edge with his arms stretched out and his hair sticking to his sweaty nape, ready to fall.

But he didn't and ran down again, sprinting to the other side of the roof before jumping high, his limbs weaving like a swan, trying to fly.

But his wings were clipped. He felt it. The heavy, restricting feeling. He stumbled, his exhausted legs almost giving up. He fell on the floor.

‘’No! No! Don’t give up! You weak, stupid legs! Stand up, dammit!’’ He panted.

He wanted to fly. Why couldn’t he fly?

He was able to stand up and with the last of his power, he stumbled. Along the edge of the roof he ran, gradually pushing himself to increase his speed.

The end of the ledge came into view but he didn’t stop.

‘‘W-wait! No!’’ A voice came from behind him, but he didn’t hear it, not with the sounds of the wind rushing past him in his ears and his erratic heartbeat pounding in his head.

And for the last time, he danced. He lifted himself into the air and suddenly his clipped wings were freed.

He stretched out, a silhouette against the moon, like a graceful angel.

He finally felt… light. He was finally flying, like he wanted for a long time.
But that moment only lasted so long. Gravity got hold of him and he was pulled down.

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‘‘W-wait! No!’’ He yelled out. He saw him running but... He was too late. Fuck, he was too late.

In a futile attempt he ran, stretching out his arm. His breath caught when he saw him, his elegant silhouette in the light of the moon.

He was breathtaking, so beautiful… Why did he throw that all away? Why? Why would he do that?

His eyes filled with tears, blinding his vision. He mowed his arm around, desperately feeling for the fabric of his clothes.

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The moment was over and he was dragged down to the ground. A harsh blow had him blacked out, and he fell limp.

...Limp against the wall of the building. The edge of his shirt was tightly in Jungkooks fist and he struggled to pull him on the top of the building again, but after a while he succeeded.

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He harshly sobbed, hugging him tightly against his chest, as if he would be gone forever if he let go of Jimin.

‘‘Why!’’ He screamed, sobs tearing out of his already raw throat.

‘‘Why did you do that? W-was I not enough? I know I h-hurt you! But please! D-don’t scare me like that, please…’’ He choked on his sobs, pulling the unconcious body even closer.

An ambulance. He needed to call an ambulance.

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The beeping sound woke him up. He felt heavy, so heavy, like his limbs were pure lead.

His eyelids cracked open, the harsh white light blinding him momentarily. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust.

His eyes fell on Jungkook, sleeping next to his bed.

What was he doing here? Why was he here…

He extended his hand, petting his hair and combing through the strands. Jungkook woke up and immediately hugged him.

‘‘You absolutely stupid moron. Why did you let me worry like that? I'm so glad you’re safe, so glad…’’ He cried.

And yeah, Jimin cried as well. Because in his heart he had already forgiven him.