"That I'm a forensic pathologist!" He raised his pizza and a big smile grew on his face again.

Oh.

Yoongi couldn't help but look over at Myungsoo, since he seemed to know Jin and he wanted to know what he felt about this situation. He was just silently eating his pizza, seemingly unfazed by any of this.

"Your humour is pretty weird." Jungkook laughed. But knowing Jungkook, Yoongi saw it was a nervous laugh.

"Sorry about that! I've just been a bit lonely ever since Myungsoo's left." Jin chewed more of his pizza, "You haven't been eating?"

Yoongi gulped and his heart raced. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I kind of get lost in thought a lot." He grabbed his pizza half-heartedly, and stared at it for a good moment.

I don't want to eat.

Yoongi took a bite. Instantly it felt like he wanted to throw up.

"Stop saying weird things!" Myungsoo wailed irritably.

"My apologies! I just got so excited meeting your friends!" Jin laughed, which sort of broke the awkwardness a bit because his laugh literally sounded like a windshield wiper.

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They were done eating their pizza by now – well, all except for Yoongi.

He was really right about to throw up and he barely ate anything from his pizza slices.

The horrible nausea wasn't as bad as it was before, but fuck he couldn't help it after taking that bite. Especially because knew feelings rose inside him.

Jin was making his farewells, already by the entrance door. He just needed to wait... He just needed to wait until Jin was gone.

Until he was gone...

Jungkook and Yoongi bowed, giving their farewells back.

Please, hurry.

Jin was finally at the door, but the feeling in his body was just getting more horrible.

Please. Go.

The door slowly closed, and Yoongi couldn't take it anymore.

He rushed to the bathroom and closed the door (as well as locking it), ignoring any words that were coming out of Jungkook's worried mouth. He kneeled down next to the toilet, holding his stomach as he hurled, but nothing wanted to come out.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Just come out...!" His shaking body lead to his forehead sweating effectively and he didn't know why he felt so horrible.

Why do I feel so sick?

So much guilt...?

So helpless...?

So trapped...?

So much dread...?

Yoongi noticed little drops of clear water falling onto the rim of the toilet bowl and soon knew that he had started crying.

"Oh god—Oh god— what's wrah—wrong wi—with me?" He wiped his tears, but they just kept coming.

"Why 'm—'m I hurting so mah—much?" He continued to cry and try and attempt to puke, which he finally succeeded in doing. It was only a small portion, but it felt so much better out of him.

Yoongi heard knocking on the door, and Jungkook asking to come inside, however he didn't want Kookie to see him so torn up like this. Really soon, the knocking stopped, and Yoongi croaked out more sobs as he shook endlessly.

"Why th—the fuck am I f—feeuh—ling so horrible? I do—n't fucking under—s—stand!" He cried to himself, grabbing onto his chest tightly.

Then there were more knocks, and Yoongi's sobbing quieted down, thinking that Jungkook was there again. He didn't want his Kookie to hear him cry like this.

"Yoongi? It's not Jungkook..." Yoongi blinked a few times, bringing a hand to his face.

Myungsoo?

"Can I come in?"

Yoongi hiccupped and whimpered, debating whether or not Myungsoo could come in.

"I promise Jungkook's in the kitchen. Come see for yourself if you think I'm lying."

Before Yoongi could think about what he was doing, he made his way to the door and creaked it open. However, he hid his face by lowering it because he didn't want Myungsoo to see his ugly crying face... Though it was hard when he was hiccupping and quivering tremendously. "Myungsoo...?"

"Yoongi, can I come in?"

The black haired boy took a peak in the hallway where Myungsoo stood. When he knew that Jungkook wasn't around, he slowly backed away from the door and flushed the toilet, falling onto his knees right next to the rim again.

Myungsoo came in and shut the door, locking it, then sad down next to Yoongi. "How are you feeling?"

"Di-did Jungkook sss—sss—sss—send yah-you?" It was pretty difficult to form words when he kept inhaling uncontrollably every syllable of every word he spoke.

Myungsoo went quiet, and then nodded.

"He kneh—knew I was—was—wasn't gonna let—let him in..." Yoongi wrapped his arms around himself again, shaking his head. "I dah—don' know wh—why I feel so ssa—ssa—sad!"

Yoongi could feel a hand on his back, but at the same time it felt like nothing was there at all. He felt so tingly and numb. "Did the pizza make you feel weird...?"

Yoongi shook his head, "I fel—felt horri—" He started choking on his words and he couldn't finish what he wanted to say, so he started crying more. He thought that Myungsoo was going to leave him alone, which he wouldn't have minded, but now that he had made an effort in trying to comfort Yoongi he would rather he stayed. And surprisingly to Yoongi, he felt arms wrap around his neck. He was being slowly pulled into an embrace, his head in Myungsoo's chest.

Just this act of kindness made him feel a lot better and safer. He started silently crying, feeling Myungsoo pat his back in circles and hushing him. "Let it out. It's okay. It's all going to be alright."

It might've been strange, but Myungsoo's words, Myungsoo's hug, Myungsoo's smell all felt nostalgic and wonderful, so much so he wanted to snuggle more into his chest and stay here and sleep.

"Hey," Myungsoo soon left the embrace, bringing his hands to Yoongi's face. "You stopped crying."

Yoongi hiccupped lightly, but he realized Myungsoo was right. He stopped crying.

The black haired boy was exhausted, so he just sat there with Myungsoo in complete control of him. 

"It's too early to ask questions, but... Did something happen? If it wasn't the pizza, then..." The pink haired boy rubbed a little thumb across Yoongi's sticky cheek, drying off the wet surface with his skin.

"I'm... I'm not su-sure."

"Not sure what, baby?"

"... If I should tell you." Yoongi felt it was a little weird Myungsoo was calling him baby, but he didn't mind right now.

Myungsoo's eyebrows furrowed in worry, and then sighed. Yoongi was really messed up right now, but if he thought he knew Myungsoo, then he could see how the pink haired boy's eyes were watering and how much hurt he had. Why, though?

"How about this... I'll tell you a secret if you tell me yours. I promise you, this secret will be..." Myungsoo looked down uncomfortably. "... I don't know what will happen. But I can promise you it's a big secret."

When Myungsoo met Yoongi's eyes again, he felt like he could trust the boy with his life. He wasn't the same fake boy as before, emotionless or threatening... he looked so concerned, so...

And what was this secret?

"... Okay." Yoongi sniffled, wiping away at his own face. "... About 6 years ago, I was in this accident. They said I was... found under a bridge. Almost dead. And my dad was murdered. The thing is... I don't remember that night. I also have a blank on most of the things before that, too." He rolled his eyes at himself, "Hell, I don't even remember my own father!"

Scared of what Myungsoo would do or say, he risked a look back at the boy. When he was expecting an uninterested face or bore, he saw Myungsoo's mouth gape open and his eyes wide open.

"... Myungsoo?"

"... So it's ..." Myungsoo's mouth opened and closed a little bit, but he shook his head and gave a little smile. "You've had a hard life, it seems. Was one of your memories coming back?"

Yoongi shrugged it off, "I don't know... I actually heard someone in my head when I passed out."

"What?"

The boy told the pink haired boy about the Black Butterfly, as well as the 'being together forever' sentence. Myungsoo's lip twitched and it looked like he became really uncomfortable, but also really, really angry and hurt?

"Um... Are you okay?" Yoongi asked, but Myungsoo stood up and walked to the door.

"You wanna hear my secret now, right?" Yoongi hesitantly nodded.

"Come here." Myungsoo put knitted hand on the doorknob, and for a moment Yoongi thought maybe he was going to reveal what was underneath the glove, so he got himself up and walked over.

Myungsoo was about to open the door, but shook his head to himself. He then turned to face Yoongi, biting his bottom lip. He looked upset... "My name... It's not Myungsoo.

It's Jimin."

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o boi how many of u guys knew from the start?

i mean its pretty obvi since he had pink hair lmao

heres a pic of the babbu~~

now that we have myungsoo's real identity... what do u think will happen? if u wanna, leave a comment!

later luvlis!