T/W: Suicide, death, all the wonderful happy things I usually write about. (Oh also swearing)

I remember the day you first texted me.  It was a warm day, but the weather was getting cold soon. You said "hey", but I said I didn't know who you were. Truth is, I'd been lurking on your profile for about a month. I'd posted a few things under different throwaway accounts on your board, but you never responded.

We met up in Daegu, where you were from. I'd posted my face a few times but I didn't know what you looked like. We vc'd a few times on Discord, so I knew your voice, but not your face. When we met up, you were wearing a mask, even though it was pretty warm out. Turns out, you were in a kpop group, and people would've recognized you.

Some did see us, and they started rumors. There was an outcry, people were mad that their favourite artist was dating someone. I still don't understand why. Half of them were delusional sasaengs, and I laughed at the thought of you dating one of those idiots. Besides, most of them were girls, and you were very clearly gay. Well... to me, anyways.

I loved you, the fans were right.

So many times, I wondered if things would have gone differently if we hadn't met up, and they probably would have. It wouldn't have been such an uproar, but we would've continued to text each other, I like to think.

But that wasn't how it went. After about a month of texting and meeting up every once in a while, you worked up the courage to tell me the thing I wanted to hear the most.

"Jimin, will you be my boyfriend?"

Of course I said yes, what else would I have done? I wanted it, for sure, but I was too scared to say anything. I looked up your contract, you were allowed to date, but I didn't know if you were allowed to date me. And I didn't know if you even liked me in that way.

There was one thing I did have courage for, though, but it was a mistake that I did it. We kissed. And someone saw. That's when, obviously, it all went to shit.

Two months later, when everyone had found out who I was, one of your band members found your broken, small, perfect body on the floor of your practice room.

Dead.

And we cried for you, holy shit we cried. Hell, I'm crying just writing this.

I'll never forget you, and even though you called me an angel, you were always my angel, Min Yoongi.

You left this world too early. Not one person is to blame, it was a collective failure. People told others to stop, they were the ones who knew. But I won't blame anyone. We all failed, and your life was the price of that.

I love you, I always will. If you're seeing this, up in heaven, I hope it didn't make you too sad.

~Jimin

A/N this is rushed lol. But I'm back from the dead, so be happy for me I suppose, idk. Judge my writing, I need the improvements, please.