chapter 2

"W-what!?" Jimin said eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "Look, I don't know who the hell you are or what the he-"

Jimin was cut off as the man spoke again "Yoongi, my name is Min Yoongi". The boy on the bed looked at the man standing in his room. Shocked, Jimin hadn't expected the person to actually reveal his name.

"Now if you'll let me speak" the man-Yoongi said. Not moving from his spot near the door. "You're in a coma. You took an overdose on sleeping pills. It was a suicide attempt, you are now in a coma. Your life... is hanging on by a thread. A thread that depends on your decision Jimin".

"W-wh..." Jimin began. His jaw having gone slack, the boy didn't know what to say. Had it really happened!? Was it really not just a dream? Did he really kill himself!

The past few months Jimin had, had many suicide dreams. Pointing a gun to his head and pulling the trigger, Jumping from a building, crashing his car into a tree... drowning himself.

But each time he woke up, it became a reality... That they had just been dreams. That he was still trapped in his own personal hell. That he was still alive, stuck to live another day.

"If you don't believe me Jimin" Yoongi spoke

"ask me something, anything that only you would know the answer too... And I'll answer it".

It took Jimin a moment to register what had just been said. He thought for a minute, thinking of something that only he would know. Something he had never breathed to another soul.

"In... In sixth g-grade... Who d-did I send a secret heart to... On Valentine's day?" Jimin asked.

Without a seconds hesitation Yoongi spoke "Jeon Jeongguk, you still hadn't come out to anyone that you were gay. Jungkook being your crush you anonymously sent him a "secret valentine heart" on Valentines day".

Jimin's eyes widened, he was right. But how? Jimin had never told anyone. Even after he'd come out two years later. He still kept it a secret. Not that there was really a reason to.

"B-but... How?" Jimin asked. This was insane. There was no way he was actually in a coma. "I told you dumbass, you're in a coma!" Yoongi snapped.

"you know what, for being my guardian angel you're doing a pretty crappy job!" Jimin snapped back. Shaking his head at the man in his line of sight.

"Actually!" Yoongi retorted a sick smirk on his face "I never said I was your guardian angel, I said you're in a coma you dumbass!"

"WOULD YOU STOP CALLING ME A DUMBASS!?" Jimin yelled at Yoongi throwing a figurine that was on his nightstand at the man.

"Or what!?" Yoongi challenged.

"You gonna kill yourself? Huh?! You gonna take some pills... Oh wait"

A smug smile made itself known on Yoongis face "that's right, you already tried that didn't you?"

Jimin stared at Yoongi. An array of emotions crossing his face. Pain, anger, sadness. He wanted to shout at him. He wanted to throw Yoongi out of his room, whether he was really in a coma or not, Jimin wanted nothing to do with this monster.

Jimin's eyes pierced into Yoongi's unmoving, unchanging. Yoongi stared back, neither of them blinking.

Jimin could feel the tears forming in his eyes, the familiar sting he had come accustomed to from excessive crying.

Looking down at his hands in his lap, Jimin let out a sigh. Closing his eyes and wiping the tears away before they could fall.

He could hear Yoongi let out a sigh from across the room. "Look" the deep voice said. Though his tone was still a bit harsh, it was softer. "I'm... Sorry".

Jimin shook his head. Still keeping his eyes closed head down, refusing to look up at the man and show him his vulnerability.

Soft footsteps echoed off the four walls as Yoongi made his way over to the bed. Hesitantly sitting down on the edge.

Jimin looked up at him, tears trailing down his cheeks as more fell from his eyes. "D-do you th-think... Its a-a fucking joke!?" Jimin shouted in between sobs. ""D-do y-you think I asked for all of th-this!?" He said dropping his head back into his knees.

Yoongi looked at the boy, a flicker of sadness crossing his features before his face corrected back into an unreadable stare.

It wasn't that Yoongi didn't care, he did. He had just never been good with emotions. Whether it be dealing with them himself, or other people's emotions. He didn't know how to express the feelings or how to help.

Yoogni was upset for his own reasons, and it'd come out in a hostile way to Jimin.

His insides screamed for the barrier to be broken down. To be able to help and be a comfort to the boy... But the signal didn't reach the young mans brain, because his limbs stayed slack.

"I'm sorry" Yoongi said softly. Though his face may not have shown it his voice did. The regret evident in his tone.

"Please, Jimin... Forgive me"

Jimin stayed silent for a moment. He wanted to stay mad at him. He wanted to throw this stranger out of his room, lock the door and... Wake up. He never thought he'd say this but, he wanted to wake. This dream... No this nightmare, had gone too far.

"Because that is all it is" Jimin mumbled to no one but himself. "A nightmare... A sick fucking nightmare". Jimin felt like the devil himself was playing with Jimin. Sending the boy into a realistic dream where his wish became true...

A memory came back to the boy. A memory he had of his mother.

Jimin couldn't have been older than eight or nine, his babysitter had let him watch a scary movie with her since his parents wouldn't be home til late.

The movie was petrifying to the small boy. A family being terrorized by a demonic creature. The monster was a giant\- not a literal giant but tall, at least six or seven feet tall, sharp claws and fangs. By the time the movie had ended Jimin was a quivering mess.

When his parents had come home hours later, Jimin was still awake screaming in fear. His babysitter was trying to get him to sleep. Jimin however was too scared to sleep, afraid the demon would come for him if he did.

When his mother saw her son in such a state of panic. She soothed him, taking the boy in her arms and whispering sweet words to him. Rocking him back and forth like he was a small infant, eventually Jimin fell asleep.

It didn't take long for a nightmare to wake him up, the monster had come for him in his dream. Screams echoed throughout Jimins room as his mother came rushing in to console her son.

"Sweetheart! Sweetheart, shhh baby its alright" she said to him. "There's nothing here baby, I promise you" she whispered in his ear.

"B\-but...m\-m\-mama..." The boy cried burying his face in his mothers shirt.

It took her just a few more minutes to console the crying boy. Once she had wiped away all of his fallen tears and given him a kiss on the nose. She spoke again.

"Do you want to know what I do when I'm having a scary dream, Jiminie?" She asked him. Her honey voice soothing the boy.

Jimin looked up at his mother furrowing his eyebrows. The traces of tears still evident on his chubby cheeks.

"What mommy?" The boy asked.

"I just give myself a little pinch on my arm" she said, lifting up her arm and pinching the skin on her forearm.

Jimin looked from his mothers arm back to her face, a look of confusion taking claim on his features.

"But... Why mommy?" He asked curiously.

Because baby, pinching my arm helps me to wake up and it'll help you wake up too!" She said giving him a hug.

"It sounds silly! But I promise sweetie it works."

~~~ back to the present~~~

"It sounds silly, but I promise sweetie it works" the words repeating themselves over and over again in the boys head. That was it! All he had to do was pinch his arm, the pain would help him wake up.

Jimin quickly held up his arm, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he pinched at the soft skin. Opening his eyes... He saw Yoongi staring at him.

"Jimin, please" Yoongi pleaded with the boy. But the boy wasn't paying any attention. He'd already begun pinching his arm furiously. Each time hoping it'd be enough to wake him up, but nothing happened.

Looking around the room frantically. Jimin tried to find something that would wake him up. His eyes landing on his bedroom window.

Jimin sprung up from his bed. Feet hitting the cold floor he ran to the window. His hands frantically pulling open the curtain. Sunlight spilling into the room, Jimin opened the window.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Yoongi tried.

But Jimim barely heard him. His hands already fumbling with the lock. Pulling the window open and looking down at his front lawn. The green grass and colorful flowers filling his line of sight.

Jimin took one last breathe, one last breathe before leaning forward. Allowing his body to fall. Onto the beautiful green grass. Onto the beautiful colorful flowers his father had planted in honor of his wife. And back into reality.

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