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Tick tock tick tock

A sigh leaves a pair of puffy lips.

Tick tock tick tock

Small shuffling can be heard.

Tick tock tick tock

“Yoongi?”

Tick tock tick tock

“Yes”

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“I can’t sleep... I feel exhausted but I can’t sleep” the voice wavers and cracks.

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“Me neither Jimin.”

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“Jimin... My head is throbbing so much...”

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“I know mine too.... schools starts yet again... Yoongi what if....”

“Jimin. No.”

“I’m sorry... I just... I... feel like I won’t make it”

Tick tock tick tock

Rustling can be heard to Jimin’s right where Yoongi’s bed is situated on the other side of the small dorm.

“You know the dril. Scoch over.” Yoongi says as he starts crawling inside the covers of Jimin’s bed.

Jimin moves to give more space and roles onto his side, stretching his small hand out. Small fingers intertwine with slight longer ones both latching and clutching tightly to each other’s hand fighting back sobs.

“I know. I feel it too.... but we promised...”

“School starts tomorrow... do you wanna skip?”

“Jimin don’t change the subject...”

Tick tock tick tock

“I’m scared Jimin... what if I can’t make it outside …. again...”

“Then you don’t. Simple as that Yoongi. I’ll stay with you. No matter what. We promised..”

Morning comes around and neither could sleep for longer than two hours at a time. They had learned to work around that. Both refused to take their medication’s knowing full well that one couldn’t keep up with the demanding dancing schedule and the other couldn’t produce and write lyrics when his body felt like a rock.

As they got up with trembling hands they made their way to each of their respective bathrooms to wash up. After 10 minuets Jimin got out and he knew Yoongi would probably decide to skip and hide in one of the schools studio’s or accompany him to his individual practice since today he only had lessons in the afternoon.

Knock knock

“Yoongi I’m coming in” Jimin said while opening the bathroom’s door.

Sitting on the floor, clutching onto the clothes he was going to change into was Yoongi. Breathing coming in shallow, painful tears running down his face, frame shaking like the leaves outside desperately clutching the branches with every gust of wind.

Jimin should be used to this by now. He should be able to remain calm by now but he can’t. This is Yoongi.
With shaky hands Jimin grabs Yoongi’s face and uses his thumbs to rub away the on coming tears that leave Yoongi’s cheeks soaked.

“Yoongi breath with me ok. In. Out. You can do it.” Jimin says softly trying to keep the shakiness to himself. Slowly he breathes in and out, waiting for Yoongi to do the same.

The latter’s hands clutch onto Jimin’s fragile wrists and Yoongi gives him a disapproving look from how skinny his gotten once more.

“Not the time for that Jiji.” Jimin purposely uses the nickname Yoongi hates the most to distract him but Jimin knows he’ll be put under watch again from how much weight he’s lost yet again.

After a quarter of an hour has passed Yoongi is able to breath again and with Jimin’s help he changed into his clothes. This has more or less become routine to them so Yoongi just sits down let’s Jimin guide his limbs and head around. Yoongi always apologizes and Jimin always says, it’s ok and that he can’t help it when his panic attacks strike, so he should just stay calm and let him pamper him.

After an hour passed by and Yoongi’s clammy hands grab onto Jimin’s, they make their way out of the dorms slowly, seeing if there’re a lot of students but surely enough the place is empty.

By the time they made their way into the universities campus there was really no point for Yoongi to go to class, so they decide to go to one of the studios so Yoongi can continue producing the songs he’s been producing during summer vacation.

Social phobia does has its up sides, Yoongi would always say and if you look at the amount of material I’ve been able to compose its not really that bad.

They sat in silence like they normally do and Yoongi boots up the computer to continue the song he was only working on a few hours ago.

“Hey Yoongi?”

A small hum is heard as response.

“Will you be ok while I go to the dance studio?”

“Jimin... the year started today, you’ve be pushing your body all summer... and don’t even think I didn’t notice that you’ve been dropping weight again…” yoongi says in his usual low monotone voice trying to playoff just how worried he actually was for his best friend.

“Yoongi can we drop this! I said I was fine and that it was just excess weight that needed to come of! You don’t get it! The lighter I am the higher I jump. The skinner I am the better. I already know I can’t count on this fat face to get far in life!” Jimin whisper yells and brags his duffle bag to heads to the door yanking it open before storming out but just as his about to shut the door he lets out a deep wavering sigh and steps back inside quickly.

Yoongi doesn’t even turn around in his chair, his hands already shaking from his anxiety. He didn’t mean it like that. He’s really truly worried Jimin will collapse again. What if this time he doesn’t wake u-.

Yoongi’s thoughts are cut short by a pair of arms that envelope his shoulders in a warm hug from behind.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re worried. I know what i’m doing is wrong but I just … I look at myself… and I don’t like what I see you know? I know I’m lacking. I know I’m not graceful like the other ballerinas. I know I’m not charming like those guys in my class. I’m just me and that’s not good enough…”

Yoongi hears Jimin’s muffled rumblings because of how the smaller put his face on top of Yoongi’s hair and hears more than feels his friends small cracking voice just above a whisper. He knows the younger is pretty close to breaking down so he doesn’t push him. Already thankful his said this much. They know they have problems. They know they should seek help, but they’ve only ever had each other since they met over 10 years ago. Its us against the world right Jiji? Jimin would ask when they were too small to understand how true those words were while holding each others hands.

Jimin used to smile more. Now those smiles were rare. Yoongi used to talk more, always being sarcastic and annoying the smaller which earned him the nickname Jiji.

A stupid name if you asked Yoongi but ever since a small Jimin urged him to watch kiki’s delivery service with him it just stuck. The cat was in Yoongi’s opinion the best character in the whole movie. Who wouldn’t love a small sarcastic black cat to watch over th- … ok fine he might just be slightly similar to that cat…

A sigh leaves Jimin’s small puffy lips and with a last squeeze he starts to untangle his arms from yoongi who unconsciously had hugged Jimin’s arms when he got lost in his memories from when they thought they still had a second chance at life.

“Yoongi come to the studio in a bit? I need you to analyze the choreography I’ve been working on. I think there’s some small details that’er still not right?”

“You know what? Fuck it. I’ll go with you now, how about that?I think I won’t be able to concentrate knowing the school is full again… I miss when the school was empty like last week….” Yoongi said shutting down the computer he had just logged into and packed up his notebook and flash drive heading to the door and proceed to lock it with the key he’d been given by his teacher. Shame school had started again, since now that studio wouldn’t be just his anymore. No longer his safe haven.

“Same jiji, same..” Jimin said showing one of his rare teasing smiles.

“You brat! Didn’t I tell you not to call me that!” Yoongi whisper yelled trying to chase Jimin down the empty corridor.

These few minutes of happiness was what kept them going. The small giggles they both let out during these times were like small prayers for better days a silent promise to hang on for another day.

Rounding a corner while still laughing and giggling with hurried steps and futile attempts on Yoongi’s part to catch Jimin, they ended up missing a classroom door opening just after turning the corner to the dance studio’s and failed to see two people stepping out.
One person in particular froze and whipped his head towards the corner the short boy’s had rounded so fast his neck cracked.

A hand touched the boy’s arm and he jumped a bit at the sudden touch.

“Sorry... uurrrmmm are you ok Jungkook?”

“Uh? Yeah yeah I’m fine... sorry I thought I heard someone I used to know...” Jungkook’s brows furrowed while looking back to the corner he’d heard the small giggles coming from. He’s never been able to forget that wonderful sound ... but it couldn’t be? Could it?

Before he could think any further about following that sound the boy next to him brought him back to reality.

“Oh, okay maybe a friend of yours goes here?”

“ I highly doubt that... but even if he did... he probably wouldn’t remember me... anyway! Where were we....” Jungkook said while looking back at the boy who had been kind enough to show him around uni since he had found him completely lost and walking around in circles.
Jungkook made a had gesture towards the boy trying to recall the older’s name.

“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. You can call me Hobi if you want.” The smaller boy said, a smile and a small chuckle made his way to his lips while gesturing for him to follow. Sadly, Jungkook noted they were going the opposite way from where he’d thought he heard the sweet giggles coming from.

Hoseok seemed like a nice person Jungkook thought, while the older showed him each individual studio, except for one.
No matted how much he tried to tug at the door it was locked which apparently was odd if Hoseok’s frown was anything to go by.

”This is odd? They never lock studios without leaving an explanation on the door or at least informing the students?” Hoseok muttered more to myself rather than Jungkook.

“Jungkook mind coming with me to the teacher in charge of the music department?” The older said with a smile and already walking away from the locked studio’s door.

“My first class was actually only student orientation and you’re already showing me the school so.” Jungkook said while following alongside the older and shrugging. He wasn’t really the social type anyway so he was thankful that he had run into Hoseok when he was lost rather than having to me meet his whole class in one go.

“Great! I’ll introduce you to Namjoon! Actually its professor Namjoon but his the same age as me. His actually a genius so he skipped quite a few grades and was accepted into uni early.”

Reaching the end of the long hallway they could hear laughter coming from the office. Quite a unique type of laughter to be honest.

Jungkook heard a snort and looked to his left and saw that Hoseok was trying to bite back his own laughter.

“Oh Goooodddddd Jin is back at it again….” Hoseok said trying to desperately sound exasperated but failing miserably the more he heard the laughter coming out of the open door of the office.

Once inside the office Jungkook was actually taken aback by what he saw.

“Kim Seokjin get your ass of Namjoon’s desk it’s literally the first day back!” Hoseok hurried to Jin’s side and tried to tug him from the desk he’d planted his behind on.

“Hoooobbbiiiii! Me and Joonie were just talking about what we did this summer, stop being to rude and is that anyway to talk to your elder!” Jin whined and didn’t even move an inch from where he was sat right in the middle of the desk.

“Professor Namjoon. Please don’t forget I am your professor Mr Jin.” Namjoon said but he had a smile on his face which show cased perfect dimples.

“You could be my everything if you want. Sir.” Jin said, more like purred, adding sir just to keep it classy while leaning towards Namjoon who was sitting on his chair in front of Jin with a notebook in his lap and a pen in his hand.

“Jin! Stop flirting with your teachers!” Hoseok huffed.

“Don’t think i’ll leave things like I left last year. Sir.” Jin said as matter of fact, tone almost mocking, while getting up from Namjoon’s desk.

“Jin be careful what you wish for. I won’t be the one crying for mercy by the end of the night.” Namjoon whispered lowly, grabbing his notebook and standing up while looking straight into Jin’s eyes. A smirk playing on his lips when pink dusted Jin’s cheeks.

Jungkook unfortunately heard everything even if they were whispering -could you even call it whispering though?-. He could feel himself burning from second hand embarrassment because was he really seeing what he thinks he was seeing?

There was a professor and student obviously flirting in front of him and he honestly didn’t know what to say or do but Hoseok swooped in and took care of that for him.

“OK! I’m gonna act like I didn’t just hear that coming out of your mouth Namjoon.” Hoseok said trying to break the sudden tension that Namjoon had created while tugging at Jin’s forearm who came without protesting since his eyes had glazed over, his soul was probably half way to Heaven or in Hoseok’s opinion Hell because of the small stunt and shameless flirting his been relentlessly doing to get Namjoon’s attention.

Which dates back to a year today. Jin had just walked into the university and rounded the corner to the music studio’s corridor but ran straight into Namjoon and proceeded to “lose his balance” the moment he saw Namjoon’s face and dimples.

Jin called it fate.

Hoseok called it an accident which could happen to anyone since Namjoon was a walking safety hazard, he knew better than anyone, since he meet Namjoon in the underground scene just when they were 16 years old.

“Urrrmmmmm… I’ll be going now….yeah….” Jin said fumbling with his bag and phone, his cheeks now a flaming red and not meeting anyone’s eye’s because you don’t just say those sort of things casually!

The moment Jin turned around to walk out he stopped with wide eyes and looked straight into Jungkook’s eyes. Both of them felt extremely embarrassed well Jin wanted to crawl into a hole because a kid just witnessed adultery probably for the first time in his life. Poor kid probably hasn’t even teethed yet and is already traumatized because of Jin’s behavior!

Jungkook stepped to the side to give the other space to get out of the office both of their faces burning scarlet.

“Thanks?” Jin looked questingly at the other. Face still burning but not so red.

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Well… you already know my name but call me Jin. Sorry about that back there… can you keep it between us…” Jin said fumbling with his phone, voice trailing of at the end.

“You didn’t look sorry the whole of last year Jin?” Namjoon said lowly right behind Jin who jumped slightly and yelped. His face turned completely red to the tip of his ears.

“See you later Jinniiieee.” Namjoon prolonged the name which made Jin shiver and bite back a whimper. Clutching his phone and bag, Jin almost flew out of the room not even daring to look back at Namjoon who just smiled softly while watching Jin almost walk into the wall next to the door because he’d most probably closed his eyes out of embarrassment.

Namjoon chuckled while shaking his head and muttering a small ‘Cute’ to himself. The soft smile and mirth could still be seen in eyes and plastered on his face. He really couldn’t believe Jin was older than him. Namjoon wont admit it but he really did find Jin adorable even though the other tried to act all flirty and composed.

This only made Namjoon want to tease him more … maybe even make him cry…

Ok Namjoon dangerous territory…

“Sorry about that Jungkook.” he didn’t look sorry at all, Jungkook could tell but he could see Namjoon wasn’t playing around with Jin. All he had to see was the way he’d smiled and the eyes he’d directed at the older when the latter hadn’t been looking.

“No problem sir.” Jungkook said stiffelly which only made Hoseok and Namjoon bite back a laugh.

“You can call me Namjoon, honestly, it’s just Hoseok that still bothers to call me that even though we’ve known each other since we were teens.” Namjoon said calmly with a smile and winked at Jungkook before he turned to Hoseok.

“What brings you here Hobi? I thought you only had classes in the afternoon?”

“I was going to dance a bit to warm up and stretch since I haven’t danced in almost a month. I found Jungkook wandering around and looking lost since it’s his first day and I was showing him around but one of the studio’s was locked? We weren’t notified that one of them was out of service?” Hoseok said wondering if something was wrong with the studio since it was just the first day back.

“Oh! No everything’s fine really. I lent that studio to a student over the holiday’s!” Namjoon said with his dimples making an appearance.

“Lent?”

“Yeah! Lent? He needed a place to keep producing songs while his friend was practicing in the dance studio so I was able to grab a studio for both of them so they could relax and practice. Why? Do you need it?”

“No, I was just wondering who would be in school during summer but thanks anyway!”

“Well if you happen to need it since I know it is your favorite studio his name his Min Yoongi. His friends name i really can’t remember though? Their pretty chill people but quite shy so don’t be loud!” Namjoon scolded Hoseok since he knew just how loud his friend could get especially when he was happy, it was like feeding a small 4 year old sugar straight from the packet, it wasn’t a pretty sight…. at all.

“Oh… I don’t really know him? Weird?

“I thought you wouldn’t. I actually met them both during summer at a showcase where we used to go battle! Their not the sociable type…” Namjoon trailed off. He seemed like he had more to say but refrained from sharing. Hoseok really didn’t want to butt into unknown peoples lives so he didn’t push it. He really just wanted to know if the studio was available.

“Well then it’s best if you just tell me once you have the key back so i know that it’s available again?” Hoseok said while smiling and making his way out of the door, calling Jungkook so they could continue the tour.

After a few goodbyes and see you later’s they were on their way.

Neither Jungkook nor Hoseok were aware that they hadn’t met the two mystery students by a mere 6 seconds.

“Jjjjiiiiimmmmiiiiiinnnnn….. I’m tired just by looking at you, now sit your sweet ass down and drink some water before you pass out from dehydration!” Yoongi scolded.

They’d been in the dance studio now for two and a half hour’s almost going on three.

Jimin had been practicing relentlessly trying to get his mistakes right.

Which Yoongi noticed were just small things like his arm would need to be a few centimeters more to the left or his leg whole need to kick up a bit less or his jump was a fraction to high.

Small errors that really weren’t noticeable if Jimin didn’t point them out to begin with.

“I think I’m almost there Yoongi! Just two more run throughs and I’m up to speed with the others!” Jimin said with small satisfied smile on his face while chugging his water and wiping his sweat with a small towel.

“Jimin how many times do I have to remind you that you actually give lessons to teenagers on the weekends and after school? I think you keep forgetting this important detail!” Yoongi said while crossing his arms and leaning back against the cool mirror.

“I know... but last year I know I was lacking in a lot of aspects and since we’re both here on a scholarship you know my teachers don’t push me so hard! I’m just a charity case... I bet they just feel pity for me...”

Before Yoongi could disagree the music was on and Jimin was practicing yet again.

Yoongi knew Jimin had a lot of insecurities and he was a perfectionist Yoongi was a perfectionist too but he believe in his skills and what he could create. Jimin didn’t believe in himself and Yoongi as his best friend always tried to make him see that everyone around them admired him. He knew how teachers would whisper between them about what a prodigy he was. How much he would work to get better. Everyone saw his raw talent and delicate soul. Everyone except Jimin himself but Yoongi was working on it.

Like they said almost eleven years ago to the day it was them against the world.

Yoongi and Jimin’s meeting was like fate. They’d met each other just when everything had been almost to much. They had been so small even for their age.
Malnourishment on Yoongi’s part. His parents had called him a mistake and decided to start taking food away from him when he was just 6 years old.

Both his parents had a toxic relationship both involved in drugs, drinking, gambling, you name it.

The doctors who’d examined 9 year old Yoongi when he’d been rushed to the hospital in critical condition with hypothermia from being stuck outside his house in winter in just his pajamas, which consisted of an old baggy shirt and shorts when there had been a storm passing by said he’d probably suffer psychological scaring rather than physically but he probably wouldn’t grow to be tall or put on weight easily, since, when his mum’s was pregnancy didn’t go normally because even though she was pregnant she hadn’t felt the need to stop drinking since it wasn’t really gonna affect it. She had always called the baby an it.
They were heartless people, so child services finally took action and put Yoongi in an orphanage.

Yoongi’s doctor had been right about psychological scaring because his social phobia was triggered when he got put into the orphanage. He knew it happened gradually over time. Starting from, not really trying to continue a conversation, to not wanting play, to getting scared being with the other kids but to Yoongi it just felt like one day he just couldn’t get out of his respective bed. He would start trembling just thinking about leaving his bed and talking to others.

That was until Jimin sat on the bed next to him two years later when he’d just turned 13 and Jimin was only 9.
A small boy over all. His face and arms, even his legs had small bandages and scabs all over the bruising on his arms and face but he still looked so calm for an 9 year old.
All Jimin did the moment Yoongi met his eyes was pat his head and say ‘you did good’ with a small smile that showed he understood everything even without asking.

Jimin was Yoongi’s light. He made Yoongi see in color again. They were each other’s family and friends.

To this day Yoongi’s still not sure how and why Jimin was put in the orphanage but he knew it was a lot more serious than what happened with Yoongi, since instead of going to see a psychiatrist once every two week. Jimin went to see one between twice to four times a week.

“Ok Park Jimin! Time to go have lunch! Don’t you dare try and talk yourself out of this one! I actually made something today!” Yoongi said while gathering up their belongings Jimin only responded with a sigh and started stretched himself out.

“Hey Yoongi let’s eat in the studio today… I know you want to finish your song…” Jimin tentatively asked trying to avoid eye contact while he locked up the dance studio since he was scared he might be intruding since Yoongi does like to work on his music alone.

The only answer he got was a shaky hand grabbing his and pulling him towards the corridor where they had come from a couple hours ago.

There were still some students lurking around the halls making their way to the cafeteria so Jimin understood Yoongi’s uneasiness and squeezed his hand while they were walking.

Yoongi came to an abrupt stop in front of one of the studio’s and Jimin almost walked into him.

“Yoon-“

“Shhhh.”

Jimin frowns but it doesn’t last long the moment he starts hearing a voice singing… and wow. The person singing really knows what he’s doing. Voice never wavering or cracking. Jimin remembers which song this person is singing since its actually one of his favorite songs of all times.

Paper hearts… did it always sounds this beautiful.

Before Jimin can stop himself he has the door handle in his hand ready to open the door but Yoongi pulls him back and Jimin forgets to let go of the handle so the small bit that the door moved made twice the noise and the person that had the song playing while he sang turned around but only caught a blur of soft pastel pink hair and full lips…

Full lips… they looked so familiar… where have …I…. It couldn’t be! It would make no sense!

Jungkook abruptly stood up which resulted in his stool being knocked over and Hoseok who’d been lying on the small couch they had in the studio sat up alarmed.

“Jungkook whats wrong!” it feel on deaf ears since Jungkook was already out of the door.

Hoseok ran out of the studio wondering what made Jungkook show a face like that for the second time today.

Like he was in pain.

They’d been in that studio for only an hour. Hoseok had wanted Jungkook to get acquainted with the equipment since he was a music major. Hoseok had just been listening to Jungkook sing for a bit after some convincing and everything was going well until the door to the studio made a noise and next thing he knew Jungkook was yanking it open.

Hoseok thought Jungkok would have been further than he actually was. He was only a couple of meters away which puzzled Hoseok to no end.

“Fuck…” Jungkook muttered under his breath and pulled his hair back, holding onto it with both hands.

He was sure he’d seen right this time! He was sure it was him. Well an older version of the boy that haunted his memories and dreams even during the day.

“Jungkook are you sure you’re ok? This is the second time this’s happened… I know we just met but if you ever wanna talk I’m here ok?”

“Sorry about that Hobi… its just a person I can’t seem to forget and now I’m probably just seeing him everywhere I go… oh crap… you’re not a homophobe right?” Jungkook said already ready to run because first he didn’t mean to say so much but he couldn’t think from all the memories that he always tried to repress at least during the day and secondly because if Hobi turned out to be a homophobic ass then Jungkook was out of here.

“Me homophobic? I’m probably gayer than the actual word?” Hoseok said laughing and going to pat Jungkook on the back and bring him back to the studio, because the kid did honestly look a bit shaken up from this person he thinks he saw. Hoseok wanted to some how help him even if he just needed a shoulder to cry on.

Little did these two know that only a couple doors down in a dark studio was the cause of Jungkook’s behavior, huddled in a corner trying to shake the on coming panic attack that he felt clawing up his insides.

Jimin couldn’t hear anything anymore. Everything sounded so far away he could only hear the ringing in his ear and his fast shallow breathing. Cold sweat was breaking out everywhere, beads rolling down his face and back. He already felt light headed from the lack of oxygen making its way to his brain.

The cause were the big round eyes and round nose that he caught a glimpse of before Yoongi threw Jimin into the studio he’d unlocked just before he’d seen Jimin was shaking and about to open the door.

He’d only seen the face Jimin was making a few times in the twelve years they’ve been together and he could count them on just one palm.

Suddenly to Yoongi, Jimin looked 9 again. Just like the first night he’d spent in the orphanage. Yoongi remembers him having a panic attack but trying to muffle it will his pillow as to not wake up anyone.

That had been the first time Yoongi had reached for a hand in over two years. Jimin’s face had broken Yoongi’s small heart. He looked afraid, distraught and heartbroken all in one with fat tears rolling down his face trying to breath normally and stop the shaking. Yoongi held his hand through it all, trying to get his eyes to focus again.

Yoongi saw that again today. He didn’t know why this happened. He didn’t know what triggered such a strong reaction and he really didn’t know how to make it better.

Yoongi knew next to nothing about Jimin’s past, he never wanted the younger to break down again like he did once Yoongi had asked him what happened to his parents. Jimin was so good at taking care of Yoongi when ever his social phobia took the better of him and yet Yoongi still didn’t know how to take care of Jimin.

Jimin’s shaky hand made contact with Yoongi and the latter held on to it with both hands but before he could open his mouth to speak, a name left Jimin’s lips, it sounded like a nick name more than an actual name before Jimin blacked out.

“k-ko-kookie…”

Yoongi didn’t know who the fuck Kookie was or what the fuck he had to do with Jimin.

Jimin had never talked about people he used to know. Yoongi didn’t either its what they’d decided in order to try and move on, they locked away their memories as best they could.

Yoongi was fucked.

His friend was passed out and still shaking slightly and Yoongi really didn’t know shit, so this is why he had he’s phone in his hand and was about to call the last person he thought he would call. Hell he never called anyone besides Jimin or talked to anyone besides Jimin. He only had four numbers saved on his phone.

“Hello?” the voice on the other side sounded unsure like he couldn’t believe Yoongi was actually calling and neither did Yoongi.

Yoongi swallowed thickly and tried to get the words he needed to get out but they didn’t want to leave his mouth.

He looked down at Jimin passed out in front of him and made up his mind.

“I need your help. Jimin passed out we’re in the studio you gave me the key too. Please hurry I don’t know what the fuck to do…” Yoongi hurried over his words trying to end this as fast as possible.

“I’m already near the studio.”

Yoongi didn’t bother replying, he just hanged up the phone and tried to calm his breathing.

Once again he held Jimin’s hand trying to somehow comfort the only person he had.

Seeing Namjoon again after awhile wasn’t as bad as Yoongi thought.

He didn’t know if it had to do with the fact he really needed to get help for Jimin as fast as possible or if he somehow felt a bit at ease after meeting Namjoon when he was in his element as an underground rapper rather than Min Yoongi charity case material.

“What happened?” Namjoon spoke as he crouched down and instructed Yoongi on how to place Jimin now that he was passed out.

“I don’t know we were coming to the studio and we stopped when we hear a guy singing in one of the studio’s a few doors down. Next thing I know Jimin is looking completely pale and shaking while trying to open the studio door and I pulled him into this studio before he’d have a panic attack in the middle of the hallway…” Yoongi is pretty surprised with himself at how steady his voice is coming out and how even the shaking in his hands had seized. Namjoon’s presence wasn’t as intimidating as he’d first thought.

“In one of the studio’s? Which one?”

“Two doors down from this one. All I know is Jimin heard the singing and saw a bit of the guy’s face before I pulled him away….” Yoongi thought over again if he should share what he said before he black out and after a moment he decided that it would be for the best. “He…Jimin, before he passed out he said a name… well I think its more of a nickname rather than an actual name… he said ‘kookie’ before he fainted and I highly doubt his talking about food…”

“Do you know anyone by that name?”

“We… actually, you know about our; well my past… seeing as your working as head of the Music department…but me and Jimin grew up in an orphanage… and … well… Jimin’s past is sort of something we don’t talk about. I actually know next to nothing about it. The last time we tried to talk he started having a panic attack and couldn’t leave his bed for a few days because of the things he probably remembered…”

“I…I actually don’t know what to say… I haven’t really looked into all of the student’s files since I didn’t want to pry… you should talk. Share your thoughts and hardships with one another I can tell it’s wearing you and Jimin down.”

“We talk. Well we’ve just been trying to forget. Jimin knows everything about my past. He’s pretty sly for a baby like him…”

Namjoon looked between Yoongi and Jimin who was lying on his side and he noticed the small smile on Yoongi’s face when he called Jimin a baby even if there was still worry etched all over his face from not knowing how to break Jimin’s walls down and get him to talk.

“Stay here with him and I’ll go see if this person is still in one of the studios.” Namjoon said while getting up and going to the door.

Namjoon walked by all the doors and back again and they were all empty and dark.

“Shit...” he muttered under breath. He was turning back around to go back to Yoongi when he saw Taehyung walking down.

Taehyung was quite a social butterfly and well known around university just like Jin.
Which made sense. They were both extremely charming and funny in their own unique way.

Taehyung was already smiling and waving at Namjoon even though he was still a bit far away from him. With his hands clutching his saxophone case he hurried down the hallway to greet Namjoon.

“Hey Namjoon! I was looking for you actually! I wanted to know if any of the studios are available? I saw Hoseok awhile ago when I was coming from the cafeteria and he said not all were available?”

“Hey Tae. Hummm I don’t think anyone actually requested any of them so you can pick which one you wanna use?”

By the time he finished saying this they were both standing infront of the studio where Yoongi and Jimin were currently in.

“Actually Tae can you help me with something?” Namjoon said while opening the studios door.

“Sure! What’s up?” Taehyung said while following him inside.

“Well could you help me move a student onto the sofa? He fainted and I wanted him to at least be comfortable when he wakes up...” Namjoon said.

“Oh? Sure!”

Stepping into the studio Taehyung saw two people on the floor. They both looked extremely familiar to Taehyung but he couldn’t place his finger on it...
The one who was kneeling on the floor, next to his friend who was lying on his side, didn’t even look up when Taehyung said a small hi before following Namjoon’s instruction to move the slightly smaller one onto the couch.
In fact the other one seemed frozen on the spot. Taehyung couldn’t even tell if he was breathing from how still he was.

Taehyung was about to ask if he was ok when the boy they’d put down on the couch a few minutes ago choked and started to cough. That seemed to trigger his friend that had been frozen on the floor to move.

The boy was kneeling again in front of his friend in no time.

Taehyung was moving to help but Namjoon grabbed his forearm and shaked his head before looking back to the two boy’s again.

Taehyung was kind of confused at what Namjoon was trying to tell him but he decided to just see what was going on.

“Hey minie, just try to breath slowly, that’s it. Keep it up. You got this. Do you know where you are?” The boy with shaggy silver hair said while carding his fingers through the ruffled pick hair of his friend.

“I’m not sure… I remember being pulled away from-“ At this the pink haired boy bolted out of the couch which only resulted in him feeling dizzy and almost tumbling to the ground if Namjoon hadn’t stretch his long arms out to catch him.

Namjoon noted that the boy was truly to light for his height but he didn’t dare comment it now.

“Hey minie you need to slow down, ok? You just fainted. Don’t push yourself…” His silver haired friend said while taking his trembling friend into his arms and carding his hand again through his friends hair.

“Take me home please. I can’t be here. Please take me home Yoongi. I just wanna go home…” The pink haired boy’s voice kept on breaking through out his phrase and Taehyung really was at a loss.

All he came to do was use a studio to play a tone he’s had in his mind all morning but ended up stumbling into something that seemed to private to witness, it was all to easy to tell this was a issue that no one should know about and as if on cue the silver haired boy looked up from whispering comforting words into his trembling friends ear to look at Namjoon.

“Um… Namjoon do you mind filling our teachers in? I’m taking Jimin home and I honestly don’t know how long we’ll be gone… the last time this happened ….”

Taehyung noted that both of the boys looked extremely pale and shaken up even if silver haired one was trying to hide it.

Taehyung really wanted to volunteer to help them home but the fox eyed boy had his jaw set and Taehyung knew he really wanted to leave with his friend as fast as possibly and that was exactly what he did while sitting his friend on the couch to grab his things from around the studio and stuffing them in his bag pack all the while looking back at his friend to check on him.

Taehyung tried to forget how the boy’s voice had sounded so small and unsure as if he had been muttering to himself when talking about his friend and him to Namjoon. Both boys looked overwhelmed, tired and small.

Taehyung really wanted to help but Namjoon stopped him again by grabbing his arm and giving him small sad and understanding smile while shaking his head again.

“I’ll tell them Yoongi and be sure to contact me when you guys won’t be able to come to your classes and I’ll tell all your teacher’s ok?”

“Yeah… I will and thanks for the help. I’ll be going now. Bye…”

Yoongi moved to grab Jimin and start to walk to the door while talking to Namjoon. Yoongi really wanted to go home.

“Mmmmm…. So?” Taehyung said while looking to Namjoon for answers once the door of the studio was shut and it was just him and Namjoon inside.

“What?” Namjoon answered while sinking onto the couch.

“Which year are they in? I feel like I know them from some where but I can’t put my finger on it…” Taehyung said while scratching his newly dyed red hair.

“They’re second year’s. You saw them at the show case I took you to during summer. Yoongi had blood hair and that red coat you said was beautifully orgasmic.” Namjoon said a bit exasperated because how can his friend, actually Jin’s brother remember every single face he meets? Even for a social butterfly or all around puppy natured boy it’s pretty impressive his facial recognition skill.

“UH! THAT’S HIM! I MEAN THEM! THEY GO HERE! AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! I’M SO TELLING MY BROTHER ABOUT THIS! HE’S GONNA DROP YOUR ASS THE MOMENT I TELL HIM YOU’VE LIED TO ME ABOUT KNOWING THAT GOD!”

“TAEHYUNG! Stop fucking screaming in my EAR! I’m still your teacher!”

“OOOHHHHHH NOW YOU’RE MY TEACHER! YOU WEREN’T MY TEACHER WHEN YOU PINED JIN TO A WALL INFRONT OF MY FACE AND INSIDE MY ROOM WHEN WE CAME BACK FROM SAID SHOWCASE! THE DISRESPE- “

A loud bang was heard which turned out to be the door being pushed open by Hoseok and… Jin?

“Um may I know why my future sugar daddy is being yelled at by the ungrateful brat I call brother?” Jin said with the best poker face everyone has ever seen, while dropping onto Namjoon’s lap like he’d bought it. Which he is, in all honestly trying but someone likes to play hard to get.

“KIM SEOKJIN! Get your ass of your teachers lap!” Hoseok screeched while trying to yanked Jin of which only resulted in Jin curling into Namjoon’s chest and throw his arms around his neck and we can’t forget whinning like a kid that just saw a toy and his parents are trying to take it away.

Jin is going to be the death of him one day… Namjoon though while stroking his knuckles up and down Jin’s back which made the latter shiver and blush right after.

No matter how much Hoseok tried he couldn’t take his friend off Namjoon without seriously hurting him so he groaned and threw himself onto the couch trying to resist the urge of pinching Jin’s ass as hard as possible.

“Why are you doing here Joonnniiieee. I was looking for you and then I heard shouting?” Jin whined softly while making patterns on Namjoon’s chest. He knew he was really pushing his limits but, could you blame him? He’s been trying to break Namjoon’s self control for a year now so he’ll take what he can get and probably beg for more.

“Sorry. One of my students called me to help him with his friend so that’s how I ended up here.”

“OH! Before I forget the student that I helped was Yoongi so I have the key which means you guys can use the studio freely so just check with me if someone booked in advance, ok?” Namjoon said while trying to maneuver a whining and pouting Jin onto the couch which was not in any case an easy task.

The moment everyone acknowledged what he said and started to settle down to work Namjoon went out with Jin scrambling to get up and grab his things to follow Namjoon out.

While stepping out Namjoon bumped into Jungkook.

“Hey kid. The rest is inside but no liquids or eating near the equipment you hear!” Namjoon said while ruffling Jungkook’s hair and pointing at the food he younger had in his hands.

“Sure thing sir.”

“I said call me Namjoonn.” The taller said while winking and walking towards his office to try and get some work done which was highly unlikely since Jin was already next to him and baiting him to spend time talking.

“Hey minie… do you want anything to drink? I could make you some tea?” Yoongi said now that they were both inside their dorm.

While helping Jimin out of his clothes and into the bathroom so the younger could take a bath before hiding under his blankets Yoongi tried to think of other things that he could do to try and get some information out of Jimin but it was proving hard since Jimin hadn’t made a sound since the studio.

If things go like last time Jimin won’t be saying a single word in the near future, he’s record has been 2 weeks and Yoongi didn’t want to not talk to his best friend for two weeks again. He really needed to find a way to get Jimin to talk.

In end Yoongi couldn’t get Jimin to make a single sound. All he could do was cuddle him under a mountain of blankets trying to silently reassure him and watch Jimin’s silent tears roll down his face in a steady stream as his shivering body curled into himself trying to get warm even though they were under so many blankets.

The next morning was fruitless. Jimin didn’t say a word or was able to open his eyes properly from how swollen they had become. When Yoongi was ready to leave he checked again if Jimin had everything that he could possibly need near him and left a small kiss on the now dozing boy’s forehead before leaving to go retrieve one of his note books that he must have dropped in his hast to take Jimin home yesterday.

Yoongi hasn’t walked to university without Jimin once and he real doesn’t want to go alone but he desperately needs that notebook.
The lyrics for the last songs his been working on for his mixtape are in there and he really needs to finish them as fast as possible.

Luckily Yoongi chose to come as early as possible as to avoid as many people. Now that Jimin wasn’t there, it was even harder to face people which made Yoongi duck his head and walk faster to the studio.
Since Yoongi had his eyes fixated on the floor he didn’t see someone come out of the studio he wanted to go to.

Yoongi collided with a person and both descended onto the floor in a tangle of limbs with a yelp from one a screech from the other.

Now let’s get one thing straight.

Yoongi was a person who has never dated anyone. Has never liked or loved anyone.
He is someone who hasn’t even had he’s first kiss.

Yoongi doesn’t like to count that time Jimin read Princess and the frog when he was 10 and had the audacity of trying out that theory on Yoongi which was basically just calling Yoongi indirectly an ugly slimy looking todd. He didn’t appreciate that one bit so Jimin got a smack on the back of his head and the older left him pouting while he ignored him and decided to take a power nap to try and calm his boiling fury at being called a TODD OF ALL THINGS!

So. This brings us back to the current situation at hand.

Which was in Yoongi’s opinion the single most embarrassing thing he has had the pleasure of experiencing.

Yoongi found his current self sprawled out on top of the person he collided with a few seconds ago.

“Ouch… Hey are you ok? Sorry I should had been looking up from my phone but I was waiting for a reply and I really didn’t expect anyone to be here so early! Urmmm hey? Are you ok?” the person Yoongi found himself on top of said.

See Yoongi really wanted to bolt it out of there and hide inside the studio he was making his way to for the rest of eternity but the hands that found their way onto the small of his back and to his chin to till his head up from the clothed chest he’s been staring at made him freeze and break out into a cold sweat. He really needed to get up and disappear as fast as possible.

That is exactly what Yoongi did. He shot up into a sitting positions to grab his bag from the ground and was met with a shocked expression which he didn’t get and he tilted his head to the side to understand….and thats when it clicked. He was currently straddling the guy he just buldosered and a minute ago…

“Fuck… Sorry. I didn’t even think… fuck I’m really sorry I wasn’t looking either…”

With his cheeks set on fire Yoongi scrambled up and without thinking helped the other get up.

“No problem! No one got hurt so its fine! Anyway what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face? Are you new?” the boy with dark chestnut hair with small waves, looked at Yoongi with a bright smile displaying beautiful pearly white teeth and followed with a smaller smile which made small dimples just above his lips appear.

Yoongi was dumbstruck by the smile. He really didn’t know what to think. The smile was like no other he’s ever received. Sure he knew Jimin had the most endearing smiles known to men that made any gender or age coo at but this. This was like NASA announcing they found a second sun from how bright and unreserved this guy’s smile was.

He was snapped out of this epiphany of a second sun possibly existing and standing right in front of him, when the boy in front him frowned a little and his lips started making a small triangle which Yoongi internally screamed at.

“uuuuummmmmmm….. I’m Yoongi…. second year.” Sue him he didn’t have the strength to try and act cool because he was still trying to recover from the phenomenon he just had the blessing of witnessing.

“Oh! So you’re Min Yoongi! You’re the one that was in this studio right? I don’t know if this is your’s then? I tried looking for a name but I couldn’t really find one inside… sorry for peaking inside but you’re like crazy good! Oh and my name is Hoseok by the way Jung Hoseok. Nice to meet you!” Hoseok chattered and didn’t seem to notice how Yoongi visibly paled and started shaking the moment he saw Hoseok with the notebook he’d been looking for yesterday in his hand and even admitting to reading it.

He really needed to get out of there. He really didn’t want to be anywhere near this Hoseok guy. He was everything Yoongi wasn’t.
The notebook put everything into perspective again.
Yoongi didn’t have a bright personality like Hoseok was showing him. He’d already tainted him just by Hoseok admitting to reading his lyrics.
The lyrics that talked about his life. His deep rooted hatred and loathing he had for himself.

He needed to get out.

Yoongi grabbed the notebook from Hoseok’s stretched out hand and muttered an almost inaudible Thanks and ran all the way to his dorm not trusting his state to just walk back.

Jimin having stirred from his light sleep when Yoongi slammed the door a bit to hard than he initially thought, looked up and saw how Yoongi was about to sag into the ground but having looked up saw Jimin’s sweet fuzzy tired eyes and made his way there.
Dropping his bag and notebook he took his shoes off, trying to calm his breathing and heart.

He rapidly padded his way to Jimin’s bed while taking his jacket of and dropping it onto the floor, crawling under all the blankets while Jimin puled him into a hug and started to humm a melody that they both knew was the one the boy they’d heard singing yesterday but neither mentioned it, to lost in their inner turmoils to really try and talk.

Both boys fell asleep like that. Limbs tangled up under soft blankets while Jimin lightly scratched Yoongi’s scalp to try and calm him down.

The week progressed and neither of the boys had the strength to leave either of their beds let alone try to attend their classes.

Jimin didn’t utter a single word all week and Yoongi didn’t know what to do. The boy seemed completely lost inside his mind from the way Yoongi would always find him looking into space or crying silently in his bed.

Something Yoongi always wondered was how Jimin never sobbed. He always just let the tears fall silently no matter how strong the stream he would never fight it. He never heard him sobbing the way Yoongi always did. Yoongi never understood why.

Jimin was lying on his side facing the wall.
Everything was passing in front of Jimin’s teary eyes in slow motion.

The voice of the people from his past sounding muffled like he was underwater.

Jimin lives through his past memories once again.

He remembers the first time he saw those round dark chocolaty eyes and shy smile while waving at him from the window on the top floor of the house next to his.

Jimin was 5.

The first time he got his first bruises from his parents. He thinks about how he shouldn’t have told his parents he saw a small angel wave at him, at first his parents though he was joking but then they saw he was pointing at a small boy that was staring out of his window and observing the birds flying around, they felt rage bubbling inside of them.

He doesn’t necessarily remember how much it had hurt, since those were the easy days.

The pain that he felt three years later was worse.

After finding out that he truly liked boy’s more then girls, he’s parents started to scorn him and slap him around regularly. They couldn’t understand what they’d done wrong for their son to have turned out gay.

Jimin remembers the day his dad found out about Jimin switching from hiphop to contemporary. He always like contemporary best but he’s parents thought it was too feminine and Jimin, well he was already a sweet, kind hearted and delicate boy. He’s dad hated him for it.

He couldn’t even look at him, so he started drinking, that way he could really say what he thought out the kid that he didn’t consider his anymore.

Jimin still remembers vividly the day everything went to shit.

On said day, Jimin had decided to stay behind with a couple of boys and girls from his class to practice a new routine.

That was his mistake.

His dad had driven to the studio looking for the kid and found him twirling around and laughing with a couple of girls while shyly looking at one side of the studio where a young boy was siting down and smiling at him.

That was when his dad saw it was the neighbors kid.

Jimin having stopped moving around, looked outside of the studio and gasped when he saw his dad fuming and making his way to the studio’s door.
Little Jimin only really, had time to grab his bag before his dad’s voice was roaring in his ear while clutching Jimin’s silky black hair and dragging him out.

All the kids stared in shock as they heard Jimin whimpering in fear and pain when he’s dad pulled him roughly by his hair to the exist and threw him inside his car.
All the while screaming and calling Jimin degrading words that to this day Jimin believes is the truth.

Why wouldn’t he? He fell in love with a boy and lied to his parents, he never listened when they told him to stop acting like a fag?

When in the car Jimin noticed his dad’s eyes were unfocused as he kept on speeding up trying to get somewhere. He looked around but he didn’t know where they were, he couldn’t recognize the scenery, and then the car came to a stop in front of an abandoned factory on the outskirts of somewhere. Jimin could feel his anxiety and panic building up when the gate to the factory opened up and his dad got out of the car to greet a men.
Jimin started shaking the moment two other men came up to the car and dragged Jimin out and into the factory not even fazed by how Jimin screamed and cried for them to stop.

He’s dad looked relieved.
He looked happier then he did in years.

When the door to the factory started closing, Jimin tried to reach out while still screaming and crying but his dad only smirked while starting up the car and driving off, not even looking back at his son.

Jimin’s memories after that event were fuzzy.

He didn’t understand why they were saying numbers out loud until some one said sold.

Only a year later did he understood he’d been sold into child trafficking.

Those days still haunt him.
The drugs they pumped into him made him want to die.
The men that threw him around, he wished would go away.

He’s body eventually started giving up and so did his mind.
He stopped screaming for them to stop.
He stop hopping for a future.
He felt like his life was ending.

The only thing that really kept him going was the voice that he always remembered when one of his owners left him alone on rare occasions.

The sweet chocolaty eyes that would always follow him around whenever they would meet.

The bunny smiles he would get thrown at him every time he laughed or giggled.

Kookie always loved my giggles he would think, just before the drugs that had been shoved down his throat pulled him under.

The last memory he saw playing out in front of his eyes was when he was found by child protective services.

He’ll never forget the screams and the blood.

The way his current owner that moment pulled a knife up to his small throat and screamed at the police.
Jimin wanted to move but the drug they’d spiked his drink with earlier was making his mind muggy and body going limp on the man’s hold.

Jimin startled awake from the memories when the sound of a gun going off filled his head.

Jimin threw his blankets of his shivering and sweaty body while running to his bathroom and puking what little he had managed to eat that morning before Yoongi said he’d be leaving first but that he was expecting Jimin to show up in a few hours. Jimin couldn’t do it, he couldn’t face he’s friend with the way his mind was filed with he’s past.

So Jimin flushed the toilet took a slow shower trying to stop his shivering and dressed in one of the only red colored sweaters he had.
He gave a little smile remembering a small squealing boy gushing about the color red to him when walking home one day.

That was the day before Jimin’s dad -and mum most probably- sold him off.

Jimin couldn’t to this anymore. He couldn’t keep going. He wanted to disappear. He was ready to let go.

Jimin picked up a torn piece of paper and wrote a letter, well only a word, and started to make his bed and cleaning the dorm with trembling hands and shallow breaths.

Hoseok had been feeling bad all week.

Since the moment he’d seen the pain in Yoongi’s eyes before he’d ran off to god knows where, he’s wanted to apologize for having opened the boy’s notebook… but it was right there.
Laying open on the ground with lyrics and notes scribbled on it and Hoseok couldn’t help himself when he read the title ’So far away’.

That was why he’d been pestering Namjoon everyday in hopes to find out where Yoongi was but no such luck.

Other then that problem, everything had progressed normally during the week.

Jungkook had opened up to him about the boy that has plagued his mind since he was three and then got worse when said small boy went missing at the age of 7.

Jungkook had explained that, that was what he’d initially thought and what his parent’s had told the small boy when he was picked up from the studio by his parents at the age of six when a man had grabbed Jimin and threw him inside his car.

Only two years ago did he really find out what had truly happened to his first love.

The man he’d initially thought was a kidnapper was actually Jimin’s father. He hadn’t been abducted. He was sold.

Jungkook had cried the moment his parents told him the truth. His mom tried to help him calm down while rubbing his back and kissing his temple but it was all in vain.

He couldn’t fathom what kind of parents would do that to their own child.
How could they have been so cruel as to throw away a delicate and kind heart child like Jimin?

Jungkook never found out where Jimin ended up or if he was still alive. Part of him still believed he was. He told Hoseok how he really thought he’d heard Jimin’s laugh and seen his face on his first day but so far, almost a week later Jungkook hadn’t been able to find him.

Hoseok felt extremely shocked and at a loss for words.

After hearing everything about the small boy from Jungkook, he didn’t know what to say.

The way Jungkook smiled through his tears when talking about his lost love made Hoseok’s heart constrict. He could see how much the younger adored the boy he was pulled apart from to soon.

Jungkook hadn’t been as closed off as he seemed.
He just needed a small push and he would talk about his problems and worries, Hoseok was grateful for that and always reassured the younger.

Hoseok was actually by himself right now.

Which was a rare occasion in it’s self but Jungkook had actually hit it off when he met Taehyung at the beginning of the week so they were in one of the photography studios since that was actually Taehyung’s major, which had been a shock to all, even his own brother, when he’d revealed it on the day they’d met at the music studio.

Hoseok was walking around the hallways again, trying to find the mysterious boy he’d collided with a few days ago, when he heard an all to familiar laugh that really couldn’t be good news... Just like that, Jin stepped out of one of the drama classrooms with a boy that was to close to be deemed friendly, whose hand was splayed out on the small of Jin’s back and Hoseok didn’t know what to think except.

Fuck.

Because it was just after he saw what looked like Yoongi fly past him and leave through one of the universities emergency doors that he saw Namjoon brush past him as well and boy did he not look happy…

Jin you are so fucked…. Hoseok thought and just when he also thought Jin couldn’t dig himself a bigger hole the boy that had his hand on Jin’s back suddenly kissed him and groped his ass before Jin could react or pull away, which was a big mistake.

When a familiar voice cleared his throat, Jin felt like his face was being burned alive because holy shit it was Namjoon.

The boy that had been holding onto to Jin jumped at the sudden sound and stuttered an apology towards Jin before ducking away.

Hoseok was going to step in because he really had never seen Namjoon fuming like this not even when he called Hoseok up to meet at a park near their house when his parents smashed the equipment that he’d saved up money for, just so he could start producing.

Namjoon had been angry at them for forcing him into a cram school since he still had been able to find time to produce songs but this... this was probably ten times worse… because even though Hoseok screamed at Jin every time he would openly -and a tad desperately in his opinion- flirt with Namjoon he knew that Namjoon worshiped the ground Jin walked on.

He knew that all to well… every single time they would go out to drink Namjoon would drink too much and would blabber away about Jin and by the end to the night he’d had verbally written at least four songs and two poems about said guy, before passing out on Hoseok’s couch and what would Hoseok do? He’d just sigh and get the pillow and blanket that was already under his coffee table from how routine this had become.

Hoseok was about to speak up but Jin was already being pulled by Namjoon to a studio before he was able to open his mouth. He followed them with his eyes and he noticed how Jin’s eyes were wide open and Hoseok could almost taste the panic in the air coming off of Jin in blasts.

Contrary to popular belief Jin was actually a saint and not a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

He had only had his first kiss last year when he went back to his dorm and found Namjoon passed out on his couch - oh yeah did Hoseok forget to mention that, yes he was roommates with his best friend’s crush… ain’t life great…- he was only going to check if he was properly tucked in when Namjoon pulled Jin onto the couch, caged him between his arms and kissed the living shit out of him.

Now what do you think Jin did?

Yup, that’s right!
He put both his hands on Namjoon’s nape and pulled him down to continue.

He wasn’t just going to waste a perfect opportunity to taste Namjoon’s lips and mouth. His heart however wasn’t prepared for the moment they were flush against each other.
Jin had, had to open his legs more to accommodate Namjoon so they could be closer and fuck he really wasn’t ready.
With their chest’s touching and Jin wrapping his legs around Namjoon’s waist to pull him even closer he felt the latter’s lower half press onto his embarrassingly already hard lower half -but could you blame him? This was his first kiss and make out session with his crush-.
What really caught him off guard was the appreciative grunt that Namjoon let out and the hips that started to roll onto his.
Jin could only whimper against Namjoon’s mouth which spurred the latter to run his tongue over his bottom lip and tug at it slightly with his teeth. All Jin could do was moan at the sensation.
Namjoon took this as a chance to slip his tongue inside Jin’s gorgeous mouth and groan lowly at the taste of his tongue.

Jin was completely gone at this point.
He just rolled his hips up to try and get some friction going on his now painfully hard and trapped member inside his skinny jeans and moan when Namjoon met him half way.

Even though they were hard they didn’t try to increase the speed both preferring to drag this on.
Namjoon seemed more than happy to do this after hearing the sinful moans and whimpers Jin let out and he was more than happy swallowing those down with his mouth.
Wanting to hear more of those and seeing if Jin could reach a higher pitch he sneaked a hand down to he front of Jin’s skinny jeans and started to palm his erection. Jin had been to lost in the pleasure that’d been increasing steadily that he hadn’t noticed what was happening until he felt Namjoon’s hand and all he could do was throw his head back, moaning at the sensation. He faintly remembered that Hoseok was probably sleeping in his bedroom and all he could do was desperately try to muffle his moans with his hand and try not to cum from how good it felt.

What brought Jin back was the sound of zippers and a slight relief he’d felt and then his eyes shot open and he bit his bottom lip while looking into Namjoon’s eyes which looked a bit more sober than earlier. The hand that had been palming at his erection was now pulling his jean and boxers down and Jin’s legs felt like jelly so he let Namjoon pull them down.
During this Namjoon hadn’t looked away once from Jin’s face and that turned Jin on to no end.
Jin almost screamed when Namjoon’s large hand grabbed onto his erection that was almost soaked in pre cum and slowly started to pump it in his hand while siting up between Jin’s legs to pull his own pants down and try to make Jin feel even more pleasure.

Jin at that point couldn’t think straight anymore. All he could do was clutch the pillow under his head with one hand and cover his mouth with the other to try and not make too much noise but when he felt Namjoon’s warm and pulsing dick come in contact with his, he almost came on the spot. He couldn’t help the lewd moan he let out at that moment; only to make himself blush to the tip of his ears from that embarrassing sound. He clenched his eyes shut to try and keep his cool, only for Namjoon’s raspy voice to tell him to look at him.
The authoritative tone in Namjoon’s voice made Jin bodily shiver and sent a shot of arousal straight to his weeping dick trapped between Namjoon’s hand.

The moment he noticed Namjoon’s dilated eyes in addition to his hand pumping both of their dicks together, Jin couldn’t help himself and came into the other’s hand, which continued to move just slightly faster trying to chase his own impending orgasm.

Namjoon grunted and sucked onto Jin’s neck while still pumping both of them in his hand. He really should have let go of Jin’s softening cock but he made the most glorious sounds that charmed Namjoon to continue, even if Jin was overstimulated, tears already threatening to fall from his eyes.

Namjoon took note of how Jin looked at that moment, small tears starting to drip out of his hazy lust filled eyes, tosseled hair, slightly glistening skin and dusty pink cheeks. Jin looked breathtaking under him and Namjoon just wanted to pump him dry until he screamed.

Jin didn’t even push Namjoon away or tell him to let go because it all felt so good, even if it was painful, he wanted more and he didn’t even notice he was starting to get hard again until he felt the heat in his belly growing and his muscles tensing up again.

Jin gave up covering his mouth to muffle his sounds and just down right screamed when Namjoon’s thumb dug into his slit.
Namjoon couldn’t hold back anymore and came with him. Jin’s voice had sounded down right filthy and Namjoon loved how Jin let him push him to the point he couldn’t help but scream out in pleasure, to lost to even worry about his neighbors.

They were both breathing heavy and looking into each other’s eyes while Namjoon languidly stroked them through their orgasm before finally stopping and looking at his hand which had the mixture of both of their cum.

Jin doesn’t really remember what thoughts crossed his mind at that time but he pulled Namjoon’s cum coated hand to his open mouth and sucked and licked it clean. Namjoon watched all of this with blown pupils and clutched onto Jin’s hair with his other hand to tilt Jin’s head up to have a better view of Jin’s tongue while he cleaned his hand and swallowed the cum that had a pleasant bittersweet taste to it.

What made them snap out of their sex induced stupor was foot steps at the front door and curses, followed by something falling on the ground.
Then it clicked, when he saw the smirk on Namjoon’s face. Hoseok hadn’t even been home when Jin had come back. They had been alone all along.

Jin scrambled up to zip his pants and grab his bag while Namjoon had quickly and sort of slurred out that Hoseok had gone to buy tablets for the hungover he’ll be getting tomorrow morning.
Jin stopped him from continuing by attaching their mouths in a series of open mouthed kisses and straddling Namjoon as a form of revenge after the stunt the latter had pulled.
After Namjoon grabbed his hips and pulled them down firmly onto his lap so they could grind together, Jin got up has a means to provoke him.
When the jingle of a familiar set of keys was heard on the other side of the front door, Jin took that as queue and bolted to his room, making sure to close his door. The young boy closed his eyes to try and steady his heartbeat.

Then the reality set in and his legs gave out, making him fall onto his bedroom floor.

Jin had just made out, dry humped and had a hand job done to him by his teacher and current crush… oh and let’s not forget he licked all of their cum off of said teachers hand… right on the couch Hoseok was just sitting on a few hours ago when Jin had left to go on a small shopping spree…he was so fucked.

That was about all the experience Jin had on the sex matter of things.
He understood how it worked. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t tried to put a finger inside himself, not even a day after what went down with Namjoon on that heaven sent couch but when he saw that Namjoon didn’t actually remember anything at all from that night, Jin decided that Namjoon had to take responsibility for what he’d done to him so in order to make it up to him, he’d have to marry him. Simple as that.

With this Jin is was brought back to reality where he was currently being pinned to the wall of the studio Namjoon had pulled them into and locked the only way out of.

Jin was truly fucked now and no one was going to be able to save him.

Yoongi had been in the studio since uni opened, trying to finish the song he’s been stuck on since Jimin passed out on Monday, so he really needed to get on with it and finish the instrumental part so he could start recording the lyrics he’d written out but something just didn’t fell right.

The problem was, since the moment he’d sat down in the studio he was feeling paranoid.
Like he needed to be some where else.
Like he should leave as fast as possible.

He thought it was just anxiety but he was alone inside the studio with the door locked so no one could disturb him.
He started recalling his morning so far just to check if maybe he was forgetting something but nothing was calling to him.

Yoongi remembered how he got up and slowly picked his all black attire and went to look for his black rimmed glasses since has been feeling a bit tired.

He remembered how he grabbed an energy bar from their small kitchen cabinet while the kettle was boiling he’s water so he could make his god sent coffee.

Jimin had been in bed like most of the week, in the same position. His back facing Yoongi’s bed and facing the wall.
He couldn’t see his friends face or body from under the mountain of blankets he’d bought to his bed. The only sign that the lump in his best friends bed was Jimin, was from the strands of pale pink peaking out from on top of a pillow.

Yoongi recalled calling out to Jimin while he drank his coffee about how he really needed Jimin to go down to the studio during the morning so he could help him out with the song he was stuck on. Jimin had only looked at him with tired eyes and nodded his head. Yoongi had made Jimin nod when he told him to attend his morning class even though the sligtily smaller male looked a bit reluctant to do so. Yoongi understood him all to well. He didn’t want to go either but he needed to use the studio and try and attend his lectures. Only two more years he’d always say to himself and then he was done with uni and could hid in a studio all day every day to create tunes and produce songs. Only two more years.

Yoongi noted just before leaving that Jimin was looking a bit paler than normal. The full cheeks Yoongi had always cooed over and pinched when he was sleeping were gone. Now they were replaced with gaunt and high cheek bones, jaw sticking out more than it was deemed normal. Yoongi decided that he’d really have to sit down with Jimin once they got back home. His friend was taking this dieting way to far. Yoongi couldn’t even remember the last time he’d seen him have a real full coursed meal or left the house besides going to the studio.
The lessons Jimin had been giving to the pre-teens at the studio were put on hold for a month since school had started up again and parents would want their kids to adjust to the new year so Yoongi never saw Jimin leave his bed other than going to the studio, which he hasn’t gone either since he broke down on Monday morning.

A knock on the door made Yoongi snap out of his thoughts.

He looked back already dreading whoever he’d have to speak with but was surprised to see Namjoon standing on the other side.

He found it odd since Namjoon and him weren’t friends so he opened the door with a confused face.

“Hey Yoongi sorry about disturbing you but do you know why Jimin didn’t attend class? I passed by his dance teacher and she asked if I knew what happened?” Namjoon said with an apologetic look which soon turned a bit alarmed as he saw Yoongi’s face grow paler.

“Wh-what do you mean he wasn’t in class? H-he said, no he promised he was gonna go to class…. oh fuck….” Yoongi’s voice broke and he stuttered trying to control the on coming panic he was feeling. Shit he should’ve just gone home the moment he felt something wasn’t right. Yoongi ran to the table where he dropped his phone and key’s to check if Jimin had contacted him but he had nothing.

“Fucking shit Jimin….” Yoongi muttered to himself. He dialed Jimin’s number while packing his stuff and saving his work. The line disconnected saying the person he was trying to contact wasn’t available.

“Fuck Jimin… fuck… pick up….” Yoongi tried now for the third time to call Jimin but the line disconnected again. His hands were shaking while he tried to dial for the fourth time. Tears already falling down his face. Jimin always had his phone with him at all times. He always had it fully charged. He always nagged Yoongi since the older always forgot to charge his phone or always forgot to turn the silence off.

“Yoongi?” Namjoon’s voice sound unsure and he was completely at a loss when Yoongi turned to him with small tears escaping his eyes. This couldn’t be good news at all but before he could ask, Yoongi was pushing his way out of the door and running down the hall.

Namjoon followed but when he got near the drama studios he stopped and saw red.

Yoongi couldn’t remember running that fast in his life, by the time he reached his dorm he was heaving but his tears had stopped and he was sure he’d bumped and collided with at least six people along the way.

He jammed his keys in and burst inside calling out Jimin’s name while walking through the small dorm. He didn’t expect what he saw before him. The dorm looked, clean. Cleaner than what Yoongi had seen in months. There were no skattered clothes on the floor or on chairs. There wasn’t a speak of dust. All their books and music records were lined up in alphabetic order. The dishes that would always pile up in the kitchen were no where in site but what really made Yoongi panic was Jimin’s bed.

All the blankets that Jimin had drowned himself with during the whole week were no where in site and upon further searching Yoongi found them folded and put into their respective place.
Jimin’s bed looked completely clean of the clutter the younger always had.
Jimin’s bed was made.
Jimin’s bed had never been made since the day they’d gotten the dorm.
Jimin never ever under any circumstances made his bed.

That really made Yoongi start screaming for Jimin even more, while searching all over for any sign of where the younger could have gone.

With fresh tears running down his face Yoongi looked around Jimin’s part of the room and finally noticed a small folded note under Jimin’s pillow.

With shaking hands Yoongi unfolded it and started sobbing before storming out of the door and locking it.

Sorry.

Was all the note said and Yoongi knew. He knew Jimin was about to make one of the worst decisions his ever made and Yoongi needed to find him. Now.

Yoongi while running to nowhere in particular, remembered one of the only times Jimin and him had hung out on one of the roofs at uni in their first year.

He knew where Jimin was. Well at least he hopped.

While ruining he played back what Jimin had said that day.
That was one of the rare days Jimin would talk about his past. He’d told him about some of the things his parents had said to him. Some of the things his dad’s done and he’d told him how his dad had let him be taken away.

Yoongi hadn’t dared to utter a single word and just listened to Jimin, following him with his eyes when he’d slowly stood up and walk to the edge of the roof to lean against the metal bar. Yoongi had been a bit alarmed but didn’t even move an inch until Jimin spoke.

Jimin took a moment to appreciate the view. From so high up he could see people move about their daily life.
He could watch the cherry blossoms being pull along by the wind from the Prunus serrulata trees the school had planted last year for the artists that wanted to feel some sense of clarity and beauty in the materialized city center where the uni was situated.

Jimin understood now.

He saw a boy walk up to those trees and take a seat. Jimin observed how the boy pulled out a saxophone when he sat down between the trees that still had some cherry blossoms attached to them. The lack of cherry blossoms allowed Jimin to take a better look at the boy with vibrant red wine colored hair. The seemingly tall boy played with his phone and a small cube bluetooth speaker for a minute before putting them down on the grass next his bag. He leaned back against the tree trunk and brought the saxophone up to his lips, simultaneously closing his eyes.

Lunch had passed, the noise started to decrease until Jimin could finally listen to the boy play. The song made Jimin smile at the irony. The mysterious red haired saxophone boy was playing … "Je ne regrette rien" Jimin muttered, letting the wind sweep the words right out of his mouth and take them hostage.
Jimin had only noticed what song it was because of the piano playing from the small speaker that accompanied the saxophone.

He decided to close his eyes and enjoy the breeze that had started to draw small goosebumps from his skin while listening to the mysterious boy play his saxophone under the almost fully naked tree completely unaware of his one single audience.

The song had come to an end and Jimin opened his eyes to see if the boy would be playing another song.
He found it endearing how the boy would fiddle with the small speakers while searching and typing something on his phone before some k-pop song would blast through it and make him wiggle around to try and copy the choreography, not to bothered by the people that would glance at him. The song that he was currently wiggling to was the debut song boombayah by black pink and Jimin couldn’t help the giggle and snort that escaped when saxophone boy started doing the choreography for the chorus while sitting down, jumping up to the beat. He looked like the definition of pure happiness.

Jimin wanted to find out more about him but then, the song changed and the spell was broken.

La vie en Rose the boy had started playing on his saxophone and Jimin just sighed before looking up to the sky and closing his eyes again.

“Don’t you think the view is amazing up here… I wouldn’t mind this being the last thing I see…” and with that Jimin opened his eyes and laid down on the floor only to close his eyes once again.

Yoongi wasn’t sure what to say really, so he just kept his eyes on his best friend that looked way too vulnerable at that moment, the slow wind whipping his blond hair from time to time while his chest moved up and down lazily.

Jungkook had been having an almost perfect first week at university if he didn’t count the nagging voice in his mind that made him feel on edge.

He mostly ignored it.

Since coming here he’s met quite a few different characters. One in particular going by the name of Taehyung.

He had a personality that rivaled a puppy’s. He was all smiles and warm hugs, but every time he sang while working or touching up his photos he had such a mellow and almost bittersweet tone to his voice that you couldn’t help but to stop and listen.

He was the opposite of Jungkook.

See Jungkook was tall.
Jungkook was addicted to the gym. Jungkook was an introvert.

If hoseok hadn’t come up to him at the beginning of the week he’d probably wander around until stumbling into the group he was meant to be accompanying during the tour of the university’s grounds.

Jungkook was sitting next to Taehyung the latter having found an old memory card he thought he’d lost. He decided he should check the pictures inside and told Jungkook they were random things from last year that he never had had the heart to delete.

One of the pictures called out to him and he asked Taehyung to go back. The picture was rather simple but what caught his attention was actually the hair color of these two people in particular that had their backs leaning against the rail of what looked like the roof top of their university.

“Oh yeah …. I remember this picture? This was around spring time last year. My brother forgot on of his books at home so I had to come and deliver it around lunch… I didn’t feel like eating lunch there so I remember walking out of uni and looking for a place to sit and I came across these cherry blossom trees. So there I was siting down against a tree and checking out these new lenses i’d bought and when I looked up through my viewfinder to try them out, I saw these two guys on the uni’s roof nagging at each other until this mint haired one” Taehyung pointed at said boy before continuing “Whacked the orange one on the back of his head and they just started to laugh and leaning back onto the rail. I still don’t know why I shot these guys… I don’t really enjoy taking pictures of people that I don’t personally know…. Weird…”

Taehyung kept on singing again after that. He decided on singing something that Jungkook couldn’t decided if it was either an original or not?

Jungkook just stared at the screen while talking about the latest games he’s been playing and complementing a few pictures that he would find interesting.
They spend the next couple of minutes sitting in silence while Taehyung switched onto his newest memory cards and checked if there was something interesting he’s missed, until Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s hand with a little more force than the latter thought was necessarily.

Taehyung was puzzled, and he became completely confused when Jungkook all but flew out of the room almost breaking the classes door from the force he closed it.

While still watching the door Jungkook had just gone through, he could only blink and tilt his head in confusion until he decided to go back to looking at the screen to try and understand if the cause was something on it.

All Taehyung saw when he looked back was a picture of a guy Taehyung impulsively took a picture of on his first day on monday.

He remembered he’d been looking for his brother who was meant to walk him around uni but Taehyung knows better then to expect Jin to follow through if wasting his precious couple minutes with his husband to be was involved…

Taehyung could only cringe when Jin had explained why he’d been so late when he’d finally found him.

The boy he saw in the hallway was rather unhealthily skinny for his height but what caught his attention was the smile on his face while running down the hall. Pastel pink hair that really complemented his crescent shaped eyes and dusty pink pillow lips made him look so incredibly pure and innocent. How could a uni student look like a small elementary kid still trying to figure out the world? Taehyung wanted to capture this phenomenon, so he did. He stood behind one of the pillars near the wall and snapped way a variation of angles and alternating between full body and detail right before a gruff voice made Taehyung abruptly stoppped and let go his camera which luckly had its straps around his neck and turned to flee.

Taehyung wracked his brain to try and remember the name that gruff voice had called out right as he was fleeing from the hallway as stealthily as possible not to be caught.

He gasped when he remembered the name, before uttering it, his eyes still fixed on the smiling boy’s face, cotton candy pink hair bouncing as he’d been caught skipping mid air.

“Jimin…” Now Taehyung understood. Jungkook had said that name when they’d talked about past heart breaks while eating lunch with the rest yesterday. Jungkook had looked at them with sorrowful eyes and a sad smile.

Taehyung’s friends were good people. They were only his brother and Hoseok, well and Namjoon which really didn’t count since he was a teacher.

They’d pryed some information from Jungkook and all he said was the boy was kidnapped and never seen again.

Here’s the thing, Taehyung may look like an air head which he is most of the time but he isn’t dumb. Quite the contrary, he’d always liked learning. Always wanted to know funny trivia. He just never bothered to show it off. He never felt the need. He liked who he was, even if people assumed he was an idiot just because he didn’t manifest he’s opinion as much. So it wasn’t hard to figure out that this was THE Jimin, Jungkook had been talking about.

Everything clicked.

Jimin hadn’t been kidnapped.
Otherwise he’d already have been found since he’s attending university but that meant Jungkook lied? Maybe things were more serious and he just didn’t want to share?

Something wasn’t adding up.

Taehyung questioned to himself while packing up his things, fumbling and almost dropping his lens bag while looking back towards the screen to burn the boy’s face into his mind.
He was sure Jungkook went looking for him since you could clearly see the picture was taken in the dance studio hallway and Taehyung figured it would be faster if he went straight to Namjoon since he’d be sure of the guy’s major and schedule.

Jungkook had barreled out of the photography classroom he’d been in the moment he’d come to the realization that on the computer’s screen was the face of the boy Jungkook has desperately been hopping to find for the last 12 years.
The boy he’s been dreaming about since he was 5 years old.
The boy whose smile made him want to pull the stars from the sky and make an necklace just so he could prove that nothing could shine quite as bright as he’s smile.

The smile he’s been so desperately seeking was right there in front of him a minute ago. Another piece of the puzzle seemed to fit. Could Jimin have escaped and was now in this university? Did he not hallucinate on Monday?

A small sniffling sound made Jungkook look up from the wall he’d been holding onto, but what he saw he couldn’t have been prepared for.

Jimin.

There he was in the flesh.

He still looked just as beautiful, even though he looked tired and defeated, even though the cheeks he loved were lost, even though he’s cheeks had tear tracks.

He was still beautiful. Always was.

Jungkook couldn’t say anything. He opened his mouth but his brain was fried. The words he wanted to get out, the questions he wanted to ask, the confession that has been weighing him down since the day Jimin was taken were gone. Jungkook could still remember how he’d planned to confess that day. How he had prepared his favorite food with the help of his mum. How he’d written a small letter because he’s always been a sappy person.

When Jimin was ripped away Jungkook threw the food away in his fit while crying, but he kept the letter.

He still has it, still un opened since the day he sealed it 12 years ago but he can still remember what he wrote it was so cheesy something only an almost nine year old would come up with.

Jimin kept on walking and turned to walk up the stairs.

A shiver ran up Jungkook’s spine. Jimin’s eyes looked empty but so tormented. He wanted to reach out but he froze up. Jimin looked like he would shatter if he was touched.

Then Jimin was up the stairs and away from Jungkook’s panicked eyes which he didn’t even notice.

Jungkook started walking as if on autopilot. The sound of Jimin’s feet was nowhere to be found. Jungkook looked up to see if he could see him but nothing.

Of course he couldn’t hear him anymore, a couple of minutes had already gone by.

Jimin’s face flashed in front of his eyes just as he noticed this staircase only led up to the roof.

Jungkook started sprinting. Taking two stairs at a time, he quickly made his way to the roof top’s door which was already open.

His heart was beating so painfully loud in his chest he could feel the vibrations through out his whole body. The feeling he’d been trying to ignore the whole week only made him more desperate to get to the roof and find Jimin.

He whipped his head left and right trying to located the smaller on the roof and he couldn’t find him. Tears started pulling in his eyes blurring his vision. Jungkook had started to walk around the roof tears starting to fall and temporarily gluing his eyelashes together.

He started to see pink through his blurry vision.

He couldn’t believe what he saw. Jimin was on the other side of the rail looking out into the afternoon sun. Saturated colors only made him look even more delicate.

Then before Jungkook could notice his body was moving, right hand reaching out.

Jungkook screamers his name. Tears running down his face seeming to not want to stop anytime soon.

Jimin startled and looked back. He let go of the rail from the shock. Eyes wide. Jungkook’s name dying on his lips.

He felt weightless for a second.

He regretted the most.

Jungkook held onto the rail with his left hand while grabbing onto Jimin’s right wrist with his other hand.

His muscles straining from holding both himself and Jimin from falling over the edge.

Jimin stared up at him in shock. Tears stopping while Jungkook tried to pull him up.

“Let go” Jimin muttered. “You can let go. Please... let go.” Tears silently rolling down his face.

Jungkook only held on tighter. His veins on both arms showing from the force he’d been using while pulling Jimin up.

“Never.” Jungkook uttered while looking into Jimin’s beautiful eyes which always seemed to hide the most beautiful light but looked broken at that moment.
This only spurred him even more into pulling Jimin up onto safe ground.

“I won’t lose you a second time.”

Jungkook squared his feet and clenched his teeth.

Jimin chocked sobs now filled the air.

Jimin held onto Jungkook’s wrist.

While Jungkook tried to pull Jimin up as fast as possible, all the other could do was look up. The sun beating behind Jungkook made him look unreal.

Jungkook looked older. Jimin thought.

Jungkook still looked perfect in his eyes.

Jimin started slipping from Jungkook’s grasp.

“Jimin, please Jimin please don’t let go please don’t do this, please give me a chance!” Jungkook’s voice started shacking, holding onto the rail and Jimin even more. His knuckles turning white.

Jimin was brought back from his daze when he felt something falling onto his face. That’s when he saw Jungkook’s sweet chocolaty eyes had burst into tears.

Jimin let out a choked breath and pulled his other hand to clutch onto Jungkook’s arm.
Both hands now holding onto Jungkook.
Eyes locked onto his.

Jimin started to shake slightly now that he had snapped completely back to reality.

“Jungkook.” Was all Jimin could pull out of his dry throat.

“Shh it’s ok. I got you Jimin. I got you.”

With that Jungkook used his last ounce of strength to pull Jimin onto the roof and into his arms.

The moment Jimin was in Jungkook’s arms he started hyperventilating. The reality of what just happened finally settling in.

Big hands caressed his hair and pulled him closer, the warmth he had been seeking for so many years was finally there.

He never knew that the warmth he’d desperately needed was Jungkook’s.

Jimin started to breath slowly while listening to Jungkook’s fast passed heart start to slow down.

Jungkook pulled Jimin into him while standing up on shaky legs and walked to the wall near the door which led to the roof, trying to shield them from the blaring sun.

One second they were in silence and the next Jimin was clasping onto Jungkook’s shirt with both hands.

Salty tears damping the shirt in front of him as he choked on his sobs and curled himself more into Jungkook, trying to seek the support he knew he would find.

All Jungkook could do is pull him impossibly close. Caressing his back, his head, kissing his temple.

That was all Jimin needed.
That was Jimin had wanted.
Jungkook was all he’d always wanted.

He was someone Jimin didn’t deserve.

“I love you.” Jungkook whispered and continued to shield them from the strong sun.

Those three words made Jimin look up to the boy that has held his heart since he was five with a shocked and bewildered expression.
More tears made their way down Jimin’s face.
He tried to speak but Jungkook tucked him under his chin, trying to calm down the new wave of tears that made it hard to breath.

Jimin hasn’t cried like this since the first time they’d gone to the park when Jimin tripped while getting of a swing. Jimin had hurt his knee and hands. Fat tears rolled down his face while Jungkook ran up to him and tried to clean Jimin’s hands of dirt and explained that he’s mum said if he got hurt all he had to de is kiss it better. Jimin and stopped crying and accepted the small kisses Jungkook littered all over his hands and knee. Jimin didn’t have the heart to tell him that not all pain would go away with just a kiss.

Some types of pain never truly leave.

Yoongi was making his way -more like running- through the empty corridors trying to get to the roof as fast as possible.

He knew he didn’t have much time left, if he still had any at all.

He tried skidding to a stop to turn and run up the stairs when a person had just stepped onto the photography floor.

Yoongi was going to fast and crashed completely into the last guy he wished he hadn’t.

Yoongi was about to stand up again, not even bothering to say sorry or help, he just needed to get to the roof. He couldn’t think of anything else.

That was he’s plan but when a hand grabbed onto his wrist he started crying. He wouldn’t be able to save Jimin. He was going to lose the only person he ever considered family.

“Hey? Are you ok…” Hoseok spoke while still holding onto Yoongi’s wrist.

Yoongi looked back and he wished he hadn’t. Hoseok had only met him once but he looked at him with so much concern and panic that Yoongi just wanted to curl up in ball from all the attention.

Jimin.

He thought of him and that was enough to yank his wrist from Hoseok’s hold and start running up the stairs trying not to choke on the lump that was forming in his throat.

He just hoped he wasn’t to late.

With his distress he hadn’t noticed he’d dropped his dorm keys.

Hoseok did and he picked them up started to chase Yoongi so he could returned and maybe find out what was wrong.

Today had been so confusing thus far.
First Jin and Namjoon.
Then Taehyung’s frantic messages telling him to find Namjoon and then changing his mind and telling him to go the photography classroom he would normally see the younger in because he needed to show him something.

Now this.
He ran into Yoongi, like literally ran into him only to not be able to apologize yet again for reading his notebook.

He was going to apologize.

That was why he grabbed Yoongi’s wrist.

What made him change his mind was how the guy in front of him was shaking. His eyes poling him tears and his face paler than the last time he saw him.

This was mostly the reason why he was following Yoongi to where ever he was going.
He just needed to know if he was alright, if he could help him in anyway.
Hoseok didn’t understand why he felt so invested in helping the distressed smaller but he just had to.

Oh and maybe give his keys back.

Yoongi still oblivious to how Hoseok followed him to the roof came tumbling to the ground the moment he’d burst through the door from the exertion he’d put on his panic induced body.

He heard Jimin. He thought he was hearing things but then he turned to his right and there he was.

Sobbing violently behind him, choking every time he tried to breath.
This was something that Yoongi’s never heard before.

All he could do was cry harder the moment he fully turned around on the floor and saw that Jimin was ok.

Jimin was truly there.

Yoongi choked on his sobs and looked down onto the roof’s floor. His tears falling onto the ground.
He startled when a hand started to rub his back.
Warmth making Yoongi’s back muscles start to relax slightly.
Sobs calming down.
Tears slowing their way down his face.

He didn’t bother to see who’d crouched down beside where his hands were on the floor in front of him, from when he’d braced himself a moment ago.

He only looked back at his friend who was being cuddled and held in a protective way to a young men’s chest.
Yoongi scrunched his eyebrows a bit but didn’t bother to question it, he was just thankful that the boy had helped his friend.

Jimin was finally letting out all the emotions he’s kept locked inside his fragile little heart.

Jimin hadn’t noticed amongst his sobs how Yoongi had burst through the door near them while trying to draw more oxygen into his lungs and tumbling to the ground before tuning back to follow the sound of Jimin’s sobs and seeing the top of Jimin’s head and body curled into Jungkook’s chest.

Said boy was holding Jimin so closely and whispering things into his ear while bringing his knees up to make Jimin’s weight lie even more on top him while he leaned further back against the wall, his hands never stopping the soft strokes against his scalp and the expanse of his back.

“I got you. You’re gonna be ok. No one will take you away from me again. I won’t let them. Sshh it’s ok Jiminie you don’t need to try and speak. Just breath for me baby.” Jungkook kept on repeating these phrases over and over again both of them not even nothing how the form of endearment had been said so naturally, like Jungkook had been calling him that for years.

Slowly Jimin’s sobs stopped.
His breath calmed down and his shaking stooped.
Jimin felt like he’d just dropped a huge rock off his chest and could finally breath in clearly for what felt like the first time in years.
These couple of moments started to catch up and Jimin slumped into Jungkook completely limp.
The only strength he had he used was to look up at Jungkook’s face and cup his cheek.
Small thumb stroking Jungkook’s cheek bone, where there was a small scar he’d only just noticed.

Jimin’s eyes locked with Jungkook’s one’s.
Jimin still looked like he had stars in his eyes, and Jungkook could only look at the boy in his arms with the love and adoration that never seemed to have faded during all those years.

Jimin’s almond shaped eyes slowly started to slip shut. He’s body tired from all he’d put it through emotionally but he didn’t want to give in to sleep just yet.
One of the hands that had been holding onto Jimin caressing his back, went to lie on top of Jimin’s smaller hand on Jungkooks cheek.

That was enough for Jimin to whisper two words of the five words he’s always wanted to say to Jungkook.

“Thank you…”

Jimin’s eyes fell shut after winning the small tug of war Jimin had been fighting against.
His conscious slipped but while he fell asleep Jimin was sure he’d heard Jungkook whisper something onto the plain of his hand that he was still holding in his his, before kissing it and pull it to his chest all the while cuddling the already asleep Jimin into a more comfortable position on top of him.