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Title: Glass of Water
Rating: PG-13??
Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin + small/short Yoonseok
Length: +2,300.... orz
Summary: Jimin comes home and everything falls apart.
"Hello..?," Jimin says as soon as he steps into the apartment he shares with Yoongi, whom he's been dating for three years. Rather than being greeted by the living room light and the sounds of some variety show on tv, Jimin is enveloped in the darkness where the only light was coming from the window in the dining room thanks to the full moon out tonight.
Jimin sighs but wastes no time and softly closes the door behind him and locking it while removing his shoes, not bothering to line them up neatly (he could do that later) and heading towards the dining table to toss his keys and hat onto it. It had been a long day at work and he was looking forward to seeing or even hearing Yoongi tonight. It was a stupid thing to hope seeing as Yoongi hardly ever told Jimin he would go out, much less where he would go or who he would be with. Shaking his head to stop thinking any further, Jimin switched the light in the dining room on and heads to the kitchen just a few steps away. He grabs a glass from a cabinet, fills it up with chilled water from the water dispenser built into the refrigerator and takes a drink to quench his thirst.
As Jimin turned to head back to the dining room, something from the corner of his eye caught his attention. In the corner of the kitchen and right on the threshold leading to said dining room, there was a strange stain in what seemed to be the shape of fingers. Tilting his head to the side, he walked up to the threshold and with a gentle touch of two fingers, Jimin checked to see if the stain could be cleaned or was something that had long since been left there by either him or Yoongi. As his fingers gently moved across what he assumes were finger tips, Jimin notices that the stain lifts and is now on his fingertips. "So it’s fresh…," he mumbles to himself. On closer inspection, Jimin realizes that the stain seems like dirt of some kind. "Yoongi's a pig. How is he getting dirt all over the place," he says with a small sad smile tugging at his lips. Suddenly there’s a muffled sound coming from the living room. Startled, Jimin quickly goes to check what that sound was, not bothering to put his glass of water down on the counter.
At the living room, everything is exactly the same as when he got home. It was still dark although the light from the dining room was making it easier to see but after that strange sound, Jimin felt a chill running down his spine so he turned on a lamp by the sofa.
'What the heck is going on…'
The strange sound happened again except this time it was louder and it seemed to actually be coming from his bedroom. Jimin’s grip on the glass got tighter and with the condensation that had gathered on it, you could hear how his palm slid in the effort to grip even tighter. Jimin now knew what was happening and what was once dread and fear weighing in the pit of his stomach now morphed into disappointment and the remains of his heart weighing even heavier in his chest.
Slowly, Jimin walked to the door leading into his and Yoongi’s bedroom. Not bothering to turn on the light in the hallway and taking a hold of the doorknob, he closed his eyes for what he felt was a year and with a slow intake of breath and his glass of now lukewarm water still in his other hand, Jimin quietly opened the door enough to have a crack to look into the room.
'Seriously, what was I even expecting… A thief? On the 4th floor? Jimin-ah you knew this deep down already...'
Because there, on his bed, was Yoongi... but Yoongi was not alone. This is a Yoongi that Jimin didn’t recognize anymore, a Yoongi that had appeared a year and a half into their relationship, a Yoongi that looked for warmth and pleasure from other people that weren't Jimin. This is the Yoongi that single-handedly broke Jimin’s heart to the point where even Jimin himself didn't know how he managed to get to this point in his life. As Jimin watched, he saw how Yoongi thrusted into a guy lying beneath him that was writhing while holding fistfuls of the bedsheets in his hands, head thrown back and sweat glistening on his neck. This was someone that he had seen Yoongi hang out with; a so-called “Hoseok.”
'I should be crying...'
Jimin looks down to the floor and as Hoseok and Yoongi continue ravaging each other’s bodies and mouths, Jimin quietly closes the door and turns his back to the door while heading to the living room. Suddenly remembering that he has a glass cup in his hands, Jimin sits down on the couch and places the cup on the coffee table in front of the couch. He notices how his hand is now shaking and runs it over his face in an attempt to calm down the shaking. Silently, he pulls his cellphone out and texts Namjoon, his closest friend and the only one that knows why Jimin would text him this late at night since it's currently 10:51 pm on a Tuesday.
Jimin 10:52:01 pm
Hyung… Can I go to your place?
Namjoon-hyung 10:53:26 pm
Yeah. Bring your stuff. You really need to leave that bastard now. It's enough now. Let me know once you’re done packing. Seokjin is here too so we will pick you up in his car.
Jimin 10:54:30 pm
Thanks, hyung. You can just head over here already. I don’t have much I can take right now anyway.
Namjoon-hyung 10:55:07 pm
K. Hang tight, Jimin-ah.
Slipping his phone into his back pocket, Jimin hurries to grab his cap and keys that were on the dining room table. In the living room, he puts on his cap as he scours the entire area to see if there’s anything he could take right now. His gaze suddenly falls upon a picture frame. It’s from when he and Yoongi first started dating. They were both smiling and Yoongi was draped over Jimin’s shoulders with his trademark gummy smile and half-crescent eyes while Jimin was smiling with cheeks a light shade of pink and eyes glittering with affection. Jimin’s vision started to blur with fresh tears pooling in his eyes, the picture seemed to be of such a far away time it made his entire body ache.
“Why am I crying now…,” he whispers to himself as he furiously blinks away the tears, not daring to let them fall now. Jimin walks up to the picture and with a quick glance around the room, he finds a marker and scribbles on the glass protecting the picture and instead of setting it back in its place, Jimin sets it on the coffee table, right next to his now abandoned glass of water. A quick look at his phone and Jimin sees that it's now 11:06 pm and hurries to grab the few items in the living room that were his and as he shoves them into a duffel bag he found by the shoes, he hears talking from the room and a minute later he hears footsteps. Not sure what to do, Jimin settles on putting his shoes back on and leaving since he honestly didn’t have it in him to pack more things while Yoongi was there. As Jimin slid this second shoe on, he saw Hoseok, whom paled when he locked eyes with Jimin, and shortly after Jimin locked eyes with a disheveled Yoongi who was yawning into his hand while the other ran through his hair. But Yoongi looked… surprised? No, it couldn’t be. Jimin quickly looked away and turned his back to the pair to lift his duffel bag and carry it on his right shoulder.
“I’ll pick up my clothes later,” he said and surprising even himself, his voice sounded emotionless and firm although Jimin felt he was falling apart inside.
“What…?,” replied Yoongi in a hoarse voice that cracked at the strain.
Jimin felt someone get closer and tensed up, ready to bolt through the door when his phone started vibrating in his back pocket. Jim pulled it out to check if it was Namjoon.
Namjoon-hyung 11:09:36 pm
Move it! Or I will DRAG your ass out myself!!
Jimin almost would have smiled if he didn't feel like his heart would crumble even faster. As he read the message, Jimin heard Yoongi sigh behind him as if saying, “This is annoying.”
"Bye," Jimin said and he turned the doorknob, not bothering to check who was behind him and slamming the door closed behind him.
Before he allowed himself to think, Jimin was running to the stairs and nearly flying down all five floors at a breakneck speed with his duffel bag hitting against his hipbone, a heavy reminder of every step he was taking away from Yoongi, their apartment, what he thought would be his Happily Ever After. He was sure he would land on his face but it seemed that luck was on his side this time and the mere thought of this made him let out a choked laugh that no sooner had it passed his lips, it died in his throat.
Once outside the building, Jimin spotted Seokjin’s fancy black Mercedes and jumped into the back seat, where Namjoon was seated, and closed the door as soon as his limbs and bag were all in the car.
“Step on it, Jin,” Namjoon said and with a slight glance from Seokjin in the rearview mirror, Seokjin drove back to Namjoon’s place.
“You okay, Jimin-ah?,” Namjoon asked him as he tried to catch his breath.
“Y-ye… Yeah,” Jimin wheezed out.
“It’s okay. I'm here now. You can let it all out, Jiminnie,” Namjoon whispered softly, and that was when Jimin notices he had been crying. Jimin tried to shake his head but found himself being pulled into Namjoon's arms where he lost composure and finally gave in to sobs that had his body shaking uncontrollably, screams coming out desperate and muffled against Namjoon’s hoodie, and his hands turning into fists so tight his nails cut deep into his palms.
Jimin loved Yoongi but to actually see Yoongi embracing someone else was his breaking point. The Yoongi he loved, the Yoongi that loved him, that Yoongi was long gone and with him he took Jimin's heart.
- -
"I’m going now," Hoseok said and Yoongi snapped out of a trance he had been in since the door slammed right in his face, hand slightly outstretched and searching for someone that was gone from his sight.
“Ah, yeah. Okay,” Yoongi replies, pulling back his hand and shoving it into a pocket of his sweatpants.
Hoseok stood facing the door and slowly turned to look at Yoongi over his shoulder, “Had I known you were hitched, I wouldn't have done this. You really should have treated him better. He seems like a beautiful person.”
Yoongi looked at Hoseok, not sure what to say. But Yoongi turned away from the boy and his gaze that seemed to look at him with pity and distaste, turned away from the front door and potentially, turning his back on the way back to Jimin. He felt something change and he knew it did but he didn't know what to do. The door then closed again, this time softly.
As Yoongi ran his hand through his hair again, he made his way to the couch and sat down, a frustrated sigh about to make its way out of his mouth but before the sigh could ever leave his lips, Yoongi noticed the items on the coffee table. Had he left a glass of water on the table? Why was there a picture on the table? Hell, where had that picture even come from? Then it struck Yoongi; it all came back fast and hard to him. Jimin’s dazzling smile, his warmth that had always welcomed him home, his laugh that would cascade over him and left him breathless, how Jimin used to always whisper 'I love you's no matter how late Yoongi came home from work and wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist as he snuggled into his chest. As he found himself overwhelmed with memories and feelings he had taken for granted over time, Yoongi noticed there was writing on the picture. His breath suddenly caught at his throat. It had gotten hard to breathe but he still reached out to it. The picture frame weighed heavy and real in his hand, as if daring him to think this was just a dream.
I loved you so much. Goodbye, my love.
- Jimin
Yoongi knew he had no right to go look for Jimin, he knew he was far too late to try and fix things, he knew that there were never going to be enough words to make Jimin come back. He knew where Jimin was, the poor guy didn't have many friends to begin with, but that didn't make it any easier for Yoongi. He wanted to get up, run after Jimin, promise him everything he could think of: the stars, the moon, a puppy Jimin used to always beg him for, to love him twenty times more than Jimin had loved him, but he just sat there with his head hung low, picture frame in his left hand and right hand supporting his head and trying to keep the tears from flowing down his face. He looked pitiful, he knew it. But the truly pitiful thing was that he knew he would never find another Jimin, another person that would love him as effortlessly, purely or as breathtakingly as Jimin did. He had finally reaped what he sowed.
- -
Five days later, Yoongi disappeared. He had not shown up to work for four days and on the fifth, his boss called the police after numerous failed attempts to communicate with Yoongi. Nobody knew where he went but according to the police, his house had no signs of a forced entry or break-in. But there were strange things they didn't understand. There was a glass of water on the coffee table, a box full of exactly 1,111 letters to it's left and a picture frame on the right of the glass. Some letters were one, two, or even three pages long while others were simply a sentence long: "I love you," or "I'm sorry." The picture on the right was of two young men with bright and warm smiles, clearly at a good place and time in life. One of them, a pale boy with chestnut colored hair hung over the other boy's shoulders. There was writing in a silver marker and in black marker on the glass, both from different people.
I loved you so much. Goodbye, my love.
- Jimin
I will love you until my very last breath.
I am sorry.
- Yoongi
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a/n: WOW, OKAY, first of all, I'm sorry! This is really crappy and I actually wrote this in my iPod at freaking 4 am so I'm sorry if parts don't make sense or my writing is horrific (I'm bad at writing and expressing myself). But anyway, this is my first time writing a fanfic of any kind and it's Yoonmin and I want to claw my face off because this is horrible but I got the idea as I listened to some songs and it was just crazy in my head. It was supposed to be longer and I was going to make it a happy ending but... it sort of...... just...... happened...
This is pretty much what I had in mind, though. I don't think I wrote anyone really in character but this is something that sort of came out of nowhere ;__; Hopefully it isn't extremely shitty
I might be writing more fics/oneshots/idk at odd times whenever a certain idea hits me but I can't guarantee I will write too often >_< This is all very new and foreign to me so I'm not sure if I'm even okay at this hahaaha....haha.. ha T_____T
/digs a hole and dies in it