"Jimin...!" Yoongi was quick to close the book and grab the knitted glove, facing the boy and gulped. Shit shit shit shit shit he knew it was a bad idea. "I was just going to g—"

"GET OUT!" He yelled at the boy, stomping his way to Yoongi. Now if he remembered correctly, that boy's kick was strong. He didn't want to imagine what it was like being punched by him.

"Jimin wait I swear I only came here to—"

"Did you look?! Did you read it?!!" Jimin was face to face with Yoongi. If Yoongi knew Jimin after all this time, he could see clearly that he wasn't just enraged, but also terrified.

"No Jimin I... Only the first few pages, I promise."

Jimin's breathe was ragged against Yoongi's face, his entire body shaking with adrenaline and for a moment Yoongi thought he was going to actually murder him. Yoongi could see why Jimin didn't want him to see this journal, and he did feel bad about reading some of it, but at the same time he was glad he did. He didn't know anything about Jimin. Literally.

The pink haired boy looked like he started believing Yoongi's words, as his eyes started to soften. Finally, he broke the silence, "Why did you come in here?"

Yoongi got to the point and slowly pulled up the knitted glove. Jimin stared at it wide eyed, and instinctively covered his usually hidden wrist, although it was already protected by his long sleeved shirt.

"Before I give it... I'm sorry."

"You're what?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was being a dick to you. You didn't deserve to have this taken away from you... Or being yelled at." Yoongi handed the knitted glove back.

Jimin's eyes softened greatly, most of his anger now faded. He grabbed the glove and put it on with a relieved sigh and a little smile. However, this time a wash of sadness overcame his face and he looked down. "You have a right to say what you said."

Yoongi tilted his head, of course very confused.

"It's okay, I won't explain. You'll... you'll find out why on your own later." There was silence. "I accept your apology." He crooked a smile and immediately Yoongi knew it was a mask.

"Jimin... If it's bothering you that badly..."

"No no no! It's okay!"

"Please, what can I do to make up for it?" Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed. He was genuinly upset because he now also felt guilty for lying about the journal. "I don't feel like an apology is good enough."

The pink haired boy's smile disappeared and a little spark flashed in his cute brown eyes, but it was dismissed when he lowered his head trying to hide it.

Did he want me to do something?

"I-It's okay."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" He prodded on, taking a step forward. Jimin was startled by this action and waddled a step away, nestling into himself. He looked so gosh darn cute and embarrassed all of a sudden and Yoongi was tempted to do whatever Jimin was thinking of.

"Y-Yes... I'm sure."

"Jimiiiin~" Yoongi purred.

He shook his head, flustered being belief. "It's a weird request so forget it!"

"Nothing's weird with you, Jiminnie."

Oh, where did that nickname come from? It felt so fluent coming out of my mouth... Like I said it before.

Jimin flinched under that nickname. "I want..."

"Mhm?"

"... a-a hug......"

The black haired boy was baffled. He burst out in a laugh, a gummy smile formed on his face.

"W-What!?! Don't laugh at me...!" Jimin's chubby cheeks were red and heated while Yoongi grinned like a fool. "You don't have to laugh at me! Just say no!" His voice trembled and he looked like he was going to cry.

Yoongi opened his arms wide, holding the pink haired boy into a heartfelt embrace. How could he say no to that face? "Jiminnie, I'm not making fun of you by laughing... You're just so cute!" Usually he wouldn't say anything like that aloud, which was strange how he was saying it now actually.

Jimin was quiet. Yoongi wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, but as expected, he loved the hug. When Jimin's shoulders started shaking a little, he was ready to have a fist shoved in his ribcage and to expect to see a demon rise from the boy, but then... He heard a sniffle.

And another.

Is he crying!? Oh God what did I do???

"Hey, Jimin, what's wrong?" Yoongi put his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"I'm sorry... It's too much." He sobbed and this time Yoongi felt like it was his turn to support him, but he had no idea how to do that.

"Fuck, I don't want you to see me like this anymore..."

To be honest he was dumbfounded to hear Jimin swear, because he never swore all that much. He did notice that in his journal, he gradually started swearing more and more as he got older. For some reason he wanted Jimin to stay an innocent little boy, because he very much assumed he didn't have much time to have an innocent childhood.

Wait. What did he say?

He didn't want me to see him like that... anymore?

Anymore?

"What are you talking about?" He asked but Jimin pulled his hands off his shoulders, turning away.

"Go do your research. I want you to find out everything that happened so you can be at peace." He walked out of the room, and naturally Yoongi followed along.

"Jimin?" He watched Jimin go back in his room and closed the door.

That's when he grasped he was just tricked.

-  -  -  -

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

Jimin ran to his journal and flipped through the pages maniacally, over and over again as if to see if there was any proof that Yoongi indeed saw everything in this journal. Of course he knew that it was irrational to think that that was possible but the impulse was too great.

He flipped to the very first page of his diary, reading the words repeatedly. He couldn't help but feel the feelings he did back then as he wrote on this very paper... 

This memory made him so happy. Soon enough he caught himself smilng, bringing himself in that happy memory.

~flashback~

Oh my gooooosh! I got a diary...! From my boyfriend, no less! I have such a stupid smile right now, I know... good thing I'm going home.

As soon as little 13 year-old Jimin saw the front entrance of his house, he gulped and lowered his head, clutching the diary nervously to his chest.

I don't want to come back home...

Grimly, the boy creaked open the door. He could already feel the God awful aura surrounding this place, which made him sick to his stomach. Right as he came in, he looked around to see if his parents were near. When he saw the coast was clear, he took off his shoes as quickly as possible and silently hopped his way to the staircase, heart pounding in his chest and shaking with absolute fear.

He was absolutely thankful they were probably sitting on the couch sleeping in the living room, because he really didn't want to see them right now. It would ruin his good mood.

Locking the door, Jimin soon dropped his schoolbag on the ground and he sat down on the floor with an exhale that screamed relief, right next to the blanket and pillow who settled in the corner of his room that was called his bed. Taking out the pen from his bag, he brought the end tip against his lip, looking at the first page of the diary.

Right away he saw the boy – his boyfriend, in his head and he couldn't stop the smile creeping up on his face. He was so dreamy...!

He made me feel special and ... worth living for.

"H-He told me to write down whatever came to mind... Uh..." Jimin brought the pen against the paper. "Anything that was in my mind...? T-Then I'll write the date first of all........"

~flashback over~

Those were the happy days. The happiest days of his entire life.

Jimin didn't want to come off as someone who was closed and private, especially to Yoongi. He really wanted to tell him everything. He wanted to spill every last bit of the secrets that were crawling through his skin and itching to come out every single time he saw Yoongi.

I want to tell him everything, but I'm angry and scared.

Jimin sat down on the bed, staring down at his gloved hand. "Yoongi... I don't know if I should be more angry or pitiful with you." Regarding that time when Jin came over... He had a guess as to why Yoongi felt so awfully nauseous.

He guessed that Yoongi felt awful for what happened.

Yoongi, please, hurry up. I can't handle this anymore.

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why is jimin being emo

why does it have to do with yoongz

why do i not have a spiderman costume to prom

we'll never know 

until next chapter ;]