1:05 a.m.
Being in love
and not loved back
is like lying on grass
and feeling needles
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Jimin stares up at his ceiling. He can hear Taehyung snoring from his spot in the guest bedroom and while he wished that he could say that was the reason he was awake, he couldn't.
Jimin was thinking about himself. And not positively. He thought about the boy next door, and what he was like. He liked to make up conversations they would have in his head but due to having a lack of confidence in himself, all the conversations ended horrible with the boy walking away and Jimin crying.
Jimin desperately wanted to talk to him. But he was too afraid. He was afraid that he wouldn't like him. That he would find poetry weird and Jimin stupid for liking it. It didn't matter how many times Jungkook and Taehyung reassured him, the doubt was still there, tormenting him.
Jimin swallowed hard, and wiped away some of the tears that had fallen. He rolled over o to him stomach, and buried his face in the pillows to muffle the sound of him crying. He didn't want one of the boys to come into his room and find him like this.
Jimin ended up crying himself to sleep that night.
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The Boy Next Door | Yoonmin ✔
FanfictionPreviously titled "Orange Mint" ________________ Jimin likes poetry, music and a cute boy with mint green hair that lives in the apartment building across from his. Yoongi hates liars, the cold, and the fact that he knows nothing about Park Jimin, t...
