Danielle

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Jimin reaches out to his phone and dials his bestfriends number - the only soul who knows of them.

He can't be alone, he can't let himself fall into the trap of reaching out to Yoongi.

"T-Tae, can you come over, please? It's done. We're d-done."

Jimin hears his door close, he finally lets the facade he put fall. He doesn't need to hold back the tears, he doesn't have to stop himself from breaking down.

It was over, they were over, he was free.

Yoongi holds on to the necklace, placing it near his heart. He wipes away his tears as he walks to the front door.

Turning and looking back at Jimin's door, he says:

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you that way, y-you never deserved that. I'm sorry I was a coward."

The only memory he can keep to prove that he was loved by someone like Jimin. No matter how much he wanted to keep Jimin's things at home, he couldn't. No photo or message saved, in fear of getting caught. Memories of Jimin only etched in his heart and mind.

Yoongi's knees fall on the floor. He grabs on the only thing he can keep that belonged to Jimin.

It will never happen, no matter how many times Yoongi asked him to wait just a little more. He knows he will never see the day where he can be with Yoongi and introduce him to his friends or family. Another project will come, another commitment will come.

Jimin walks to his room, closing the door with much force that it echoes. He's tired of everything and he's done hoping for the day when he can finally shout out that he's with Yoongi.

"Leave my house-" Jimin throws the moon necklace on the floor as he turns not even sparing Yoongi a single glance fearing that he will just give him another chance and he will be left more broken than he already was "or I leave and go somewhere else."

"It's over, Yoongi." Jimin says flatly, his hand on the moon necklace Yoongi had gifted him before, tugging on it, breaking the clasps that held it together. He takes a step back, leaving Yoongi staring at his hand with the necklace.

Jimin faces him, eyes empty, no warmth, no affection, none of the love he felt radiating like before.

And it stayed that way, Yoongi searching Jimin's face for any sign, for any movement. He won't just let go, he won't leave.

So Yoongi tries again to make Jimin face him, palms on Jimin's face, steering it to look at him.

"Jimin, please look at me-"

"Look at me, p-please. Give me this final chance, to show you how much you matter to me." Yoongi tries to make Jimin face him, but all his attempts are futile. Jimin won't bulge, his eyes having that far away stare.

Standing up, facing Jimin, both his hands on the other's face. Palms caressing Jimin's cheeks that would bunch up when he smiles, freckled cheeks he loved to kiss and pinch earning giggles from Jimin.

"Jimin, please-" Yoongi reaches up his hand to touch Jimin's face that looked away from him.

Promise after promise broken one after the other. It's simply not worth it - because what makes this time different?

Nothing.

It was a vicious cycle that he had to endure, over and over again.

Missed celebrations of their birthdays, monthsaries, White Days, and holidays. He canceled all of his plans just to be with Yoongi, but most of the time, he ended up waiting for nothing.

Empty words. Empty promises. Impossible plans that never happened. All discussed, none becoming a reality.

He didn't dare to look at the man who owns his heart, breaking down and pleading before him. He can not break, he chooses not to because this time he needs to choose himself. This time he needs to look after himself, his heart that needed to rest.

He swears, this time it will be different. This time, he will keep his words.

But Jimin stayed quiet, he didn't speak, he didn't move.

"Jimin, p-please. T-this can't be t-the end. Tell me, w-what can I do? What c-can hyung do to m-make it better?" Yoongi holds on Jimin's waist tighter, not wanting to let go. His heart hoping that Jimin will listen and give him another chance to make everything better.

Jimin looks away from Yoongi. He feels how Yoongi's body shakes, holding on to him like he's the anchor that keeps him steady. His shirt catching all of the tears that were coming down from Yoongi's eyes.

"N-no, I-I'm staying-" Yoongi lunges forward, holding on to Jimin's waist, his head on the younger's chest. He can't let go, not yet. Not when they were starting to talk about a future together, not when he finally felt that the pieces were coming together.

"I ca-can't do this anymore, we're done" Jimin pulls his hands away from Yoongi's hold. Opening his front door, Jimin steps aside and points his finger out - not meeting Yoongi's gaze as he utters a word, signifying his freedom from what they have.

"Leave."

Jimin shakes his head, hating every moment he's sharing with Yoongi. He's tired of empty promises, of flowery words that never materialize.

He finds himself wishing he never met him in the first place. That they never laid eyes on each other - if it meant a mountain of pain.

"Jimin, don't give up on us. Give me another chance. I'll make it right, I will talk to them, I will. Please, I don't know what I'll do without you. I don't think I can do it without you. P-please, you're all that I have."

Yoongi feels lost, not having anything to say back, so he lets Jimin have his release. Wondering if he has been that selfish that he never saw that Jimin was suffering.

Jimin stops in front of him, and Yoongi holds Jimin's tiny hands resting on his chest with his.

"In a fucking contract?" Jimin slaps Yoongi's hands away, his hands lands on Yoongi's chest, pushing him back with every word he lets out.

"I know and I've had enough of it. You'll always be in a contract, in a project. You! You! You! Have you ever thought about me, Yoongi?!"

Jimin opens the door, eyes swollen, cheeks all red, as his heart shatters. He sees Yoongi stand, reaching out for him. The hands and arms that gave him comfort, now looks like a leash holding him down from being happy.

"Jimin, you-you're not a dirty little secret. You are the love of my life, the one who reminded me that I can be someone's favorite. You know there's nothing I can do, I'm still in-"