short termed : jimin & yoongi

15.

９／３／１９
sunday.

"don't you have customers to
talk to instead?"

"you're obviously more
important!"

he halts in front of the door
handle and drops his hands.

"hyung, come on. sit; we can talk it
through"

jimin walks towards him and carefully
wraps his arms around yoongi's waist.

"please?"

"w–whatever"

yoongi replies with a stutter and
sits himself down on the coffee
shaded sofa.

"why're you so moody today?"

"not much to say"

"of course there is. you always
have something to say"

"it's my birthday"

"what?! why didn't you tell me?!"

"but i hate it"

"you should never–"

"my father sent me away on
this day ten years ago"

"wh–"

"after he raped me. he raped me before
he sent me away. and the worst thing
is that i can't forget it. i don't remember
his face or name. i only remember the
sick feeling and what happened"

"oh my god..."

"it's just... stress. stress has been
getting to me lately"

"what other things are
you stressing about?"