Chapter 35

The next day, Jimin and Yoongi took the train home. Being at Yoongi's helped Jimin to relax a bit, but his stress and pain came back as soon as his surroundings seemed familiar to him again. Back in Seoul. Jimin sighed. 

"Hyung..." Jimin said when they got off the train. "Yes baby?" "I'm gonna go back to the house..see if my mom's there." Yoongi nodded, understandingly. He asked the boy if he should join but Jimin declined his offer. 

He was sure his mother would tell him to leave anyways, but he still had a little bit of hope left. The little ounce of hope, that was enough for the boy to still be able to smile. Jimin was scared to get that hope broken. To ruin it. 

But he couldn't just sit around with that hope. He had to do something about it. Jimin knocked on the door after taking the long way back to the place he once called home. He couldn't call it home anymore. 

Yoongi's apartment was now his home. Yoongi was his home. 

The boy realized how much Yoongi had done for him. What would he had done without him? He couldn't have gone to Taehyung's or Seokjin's...their family were against people like Jimin too. A lot less homophobic than Jimin's parents, but still enough to not wanting Jimin sleeping at the same house as their sons. 

It didn't matter for Yoongi. He was lucky he had open minded parents, but even if he didn't, Yoongi was an adult. He didn't live with his parents. He could do what he wanted to. Yoongi was an adult. 

Jimin gave a small smile as he thought about him. I love Yoongi. I wanna be as free as him. I wanna be an adult too. Jimin was free now. He knew it. His parents didn't contact him, he was free. But then...why didn't he feel free? Why didn't he like it? 

"Thought I told you stay away," she said after opening the door. Jimin could tell that it hurt her to speak to her son like that. She wasn't enjoying this. Then why is she doing this to me? "I thought...maybe..." she shook her head before Jimin could find the words to finish his sentence. "Please...mom..." Jimin's eyes watered. 

He took a step forward to give her a hug but she put her hand on his chest, pushing him away gently. Jimin swore he could hear a little crack coming from his heart. "Jimin...it's not that I don't care about you..." "Are you sure?" Jimin whispered. 

"Of course, I still gave birth to you, you know." Jimin shook his head. "No. I don't know. You're my mother, yet why are you the one who brought me the most pain?" Jimin wiped his tears. "You're not supposed to do that." "Well I could say the same for you. You're my son yet you're hurting m-" 

"I'M NOT!" Jimin snapped. 

"I just...I just want my mother, that's all I'm asking for, but I can't. Because I'm in love with someone the same gender as me? I don't understand your logic." "Jimin, I can't accept you." She shook her head. 

"Sure," Jimin huffed, his eyes sparkling with tears. "You haven't even tried to accept me. You would be much happier if I just...died, right? Would you even care?" She widened her eyes. "I think you should leave now. You're staying with Yoongi, right?" 

"I'm not staying anywhere for long." 

Jimin didn't mean it. But in that moment, he just wanted nothing more than death. He turned around and went back to Yoongi's. The walk over there wasn't long, but for Jimin, it felt like hours as everything just reminded him of ways to end his life. The light was red. Jimin stopped like everyone else. 

He stared at the cars passing by. Is that an easy way to go? He stared at the tall buildings. Easy. He hated it. His eyes watered at what his mind was doing, but he didn't cry. He went home. To Yoongi. Jimin went in from his tattoo shop, as usual and straight up the stairs, ignoring Yoongi's calls. The man was working, Jimin didn't wanna burden him like he was burdening the rest of his family by who he was. 

"When did my life turn so depressing?" he sighed to himself as he went to Yoongi's balcony. "Sometimes I wish he didn't live on the first floor," Jimin mumbled thinking about the tall buildings he had passed by. 

The ginger that was slowly fading into a brunette by the amount of times his hair had been washed without a touch up, sat down on the small chair by the round table that always was placed on the balcony, making out a cute corner for breakfast on warm mornings. 

But this wasn't a warm morning, and Jimin wasn't having breakfast. It was a cold evening, and he got out the pack of cigarettes that he had taken from Yoongi. 

"Fuck my life," he whispered as he placed his arms on the table and rested his head there, blowing on the cigarette every now and then. Yoongi got off work at 9pm, and he didn't come up to his apartment before. 

He came back to find Jimin passed out on the table. He sighed as he took the cigarette that was still laying in his hand, putting it fully out. He lifted up the cold boy and took him to his bedroom. "Hyung..." "What happened to you?" 

Jimin struggled to keep his eyes open as Yoongi laid him down. "My mom hates me. My whole famil- well everyone besides my brother hates me. I might as well just jump off a bridge or somethi-" "Hey," Yoongi's tone hardened. 

"Don't talk like that. You have me and you have your friends." Jimin looked down with hooded eyelids. "...I guess. I just wanna sleep forever," Jimin yawned before pulling Yoongi down by the collar of his shirt, laying him down. 

He buried his head in Yoongi's neck, wrapping his arms and legs around Yoongi as he ignored life, only breathing in his boyfriend's scent and focusing on the warmth he brought to him. "Minie..." Jimin hummed. 

"I'm gonna get you a therapist." 

Jimin sat up. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at Yoongi with a confused look. He didn't want to see a therapist, nothing was wrong with him. "I-I don't- No." Yoongi sighed. He took Jimin's hand in his and played with his small, chubby fingers. 

"You're gonna go Jimin. I have a friend, he's very nice to talk to, I promise..." "No hyung, I don't need a therapist. I'm fine." They both knew he wasn't. "You're not." "Well...what do you know?!" "Calm down, Jimin." 

"No!" Yoongi watched the boy's eyes flicker around his room. "Jimin. I'm only trying to help you. Now, when I tell you that I'm going to get you a therapist, you just nod. Okay? It's final. I'm getting you one, whether you like it or not." Jimin got up. He was pissed. 

"You know when you said you weren't sure if you were helping? How you didn't think you were good at comforting me, or taking care of me? Yeah well...I can see why you would doubt that." He took his leather jacket (that Yoongi had bought him a while go since Jimin would always take his) and stuffed a pack of Yoongi's cigarettes and a lighter down his pocket. 

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Yoongi demanded an answer as Jimin was putting on his shoes. "None of your fucking business." Yoongi huffed. "How dare you speak to me like that you disrespectful brat. Huh?" "Oh, I dare." Jimin ruffled his hair in frustration before standing back up. 

"Oh, is little Mr. Teenage Rebel upset? His he going against his hyung, hm?" Yoongi mocked the younger, tired of his mood swings. 

"Go fuck yourself." 

And with that Jimin smacked the door and went out. Was Yoongi angry? Sure. He was actually way beyond pissed at Jimin's choice of words. The way he smacked the door, the way he raised his voice. Hardening it, no trace of his usual soft tone. Jimin is just gonna have to deal with the fact that he needs help. 

Of course Jimin was on Wiheom street, despite what happened the last time he went out after a fight with Yoongi. Jackson and his friends weren't very bright in the light of Wiheom street and it's people anymore anyways. 

People mumbled to each other and stared at the boy as he went past him. Why was Yoongi's boyfriend walking around on Wiheom street alone, smoking and looking quite messed up. Jimin knocked on the door to Namjoon and Hoseok's place. 

The tall man stared at Jimin as Jimin put out his cigarette. "Can I stay here for tonight?" Namjoon opened the door wider for the boy to enter. "Did you have a fight with Yoongi?" "He's just..." Jimin groaned. 

"It's okay you don't have to talk about it. Want me to call Seokjin and Taehyung over for you?" 

"Please do."

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This is turning sad lol