His eyelashes flutter against his tan cheeks- his lashes stick together with his tears, and the wind blows through his blond hair, and the wet streaks are now cold.

"What am I to you?" He asks as he faces them, biting his bottom lip until it hurts and he tastes blood, "What was I? Nothing, right? I don't mean anything to you?"

"Of course you don't mean nothing to us, Jimin," Namjoon says, stepping closer. "Despite what may have happened between all of us and you, you could never be nothing to us."

"What am I to you, if nothing?!" Jimin cries, his tears hitting the soft dirt at his feet. "What the hell was I to you? And to you, and you- all of you! What... was I...?"

Jimin chokes back a sob when they're silent. "I wasn't good enough- could never be good enough for any of you, for anyone! There's no one who could love me as much as I could love them!"

Maybe he was right. There's no relationship he's been in that's gone well in any way, and most ended badly. Hell, some never even started.

The six boys hugged him.

"Jimin, we love you," Seokjin says, and Jimin's eyes widened.

"And I know that perhaps it's not in the way that you want but still- we love and care bout you," Yoongi added, and Jimin looked up at him.

"Hyung..."

"And we won't let you get hurt again," Taehyung tells him, grabbing his hand.

"Not by someone else," Jungkook chimes in, "Like me, or Yoongi or Seokjin-"

"And definitely not by yourself," Hoseok says then, and Jimin bites his lip.

"Because you're not nothing to us," Namjoon finishes.

Maybe he was wrong after all. Jimin isn't sure, isn't sure if he ever will be.

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Wow I updated.