It was dark when Jimin decided to leave his bedroom, he slowly slopped the stairs but then he suddenly stopped at the sight of the meals on the table. He looked at them without an expression on his face, he blinked once, twice and the third times tears sprung from his eyes.
He twitched his lower lip and remembered the days when taehyung prepared something like this. He had promised that he would prepare it whenever he sees or feel that he was sad. Today Jimin refused to leave his room even though jungkook informed him of Tae's arrival, he felt ashamed of himself.
How could he be so selfish, he slopped down and walked to the dining table. There were many different dishes, how long did it take to prepare all of them, he also prepared sushi mi. Did he use the knife well, he suddenly felt guilt in his heart. He sat Infront of the table and removed the transparent covers, one dish at a time.
Remembering how he ignored him when he called, his voice was so sad. He also remembered how he looked at him at the bond fire when he accepted what he felt for jungkook, the sadness in his face, and now the breaking of his voice when he asked if it was okay to cook the bonito.
He was cooking for him, but he had to ask for permission to cook the staff in the refrigerator. How heartless and selfish he was, and he is shamelessly preparing to eat his food. Jimin stood from the chair he was sitting on and rushed to wash his face for no reason, Infront of him was a mirror. He slowly lifted his head and faced it, his eyes, nose and cheeks were red. His neck was bruised with marks of large palms and fingers.
He tried to torch the bruised neck but his wrists were also marked in red. Jimin felt his blood boil inside him, perhaps he was right to not show his disfigured body. Tears poured again but his face had no expression. Through the mirror, he could see the food taehyung prepared.
He looked at the food and then to his face. 'i will be watching you when what you call life flips like a coin in your face, they will laugh at you behind your back. Of course, I will help. But remember.....my head will always have the I told you so. Go with him if you may' the memory of Taehyung's words vibrated in his head.
He shok his head to remove that memory but all in vein. " No, no, no....shut up, shut the fuck up..." He shouted at once he went to the dining table and throw the dishes of food on the floor, one by one until they were all poured down. He went on and kicked the plates displaying everything all over as he shouted.
"I don't need your pity, Tae....I don't....." All this was guilt, he was ashamed of himself, he was ashamed of his relationship with jungkook. He loved him abnormally, how can he love someone like him. He does not respect him, does not treasure him.
It was absurd that with all that in existence, the torture, the mishandling, the disrespect, the brutal...the brutal and disrespectful sex. He still loved him, he loved him than anyone who ever cared for him. It was ashame, he now regretted in his heart. He sat down and leaned against the dining table leg which could seem as if he was under it. " I don't regret loving him.... although I hate myself for doing so." He whispered to himself as tears fell on his cheeks, he kept whispering small words until he got tired and fell sleep.
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"Hunnie, you look pale. And your eye have dark circles, you alright?.... Oh my God! Did you cry? No....did anyone hurt my baby?" Miss Kim, Tae's mom was worried for his son. He knew how much Jimin meant to him. Every single person who knew them as kids knew. Now that they were in Seoul, some neighbours knew that he cared for the boy.
"Mom....stop torching my face, am okay." He declined his mom's care. Tae moved straight to his room without talking to anybody. In his room he sat on his bed slowly and sighed, he got sight of his phone and he had twenty one missed calls and eighteen messages. He didn't wish to call any of them but seeing that his sister had called him more, he felt the arge to call her back.
But then the phone was ringing from his own room, down at the other side of his bed. He bounced on top of his bed to the other side and saw his sister laying on the cold tiled floor. "What? Hey get up from there" he ordered and helped her get up. He looked at her and he could see how sad she was. Remembering Jimin's situation, now her sister. It was clear...they were both hurt by the same person. Jungkook!
"Did he hurt you? Tell me!!"