Yoongi POV~

My body ached as I began to wake up in the morning, as I began to stretch my body began to pop in certain areas; making me groan. I slowly got up, groaning some more as I looked around. The room was dimly lit up from the sunlight coming in through the curtains. I look back down at where I was laying, seeing Jimin curled into a ball hugging the bear I had gotten him. I smiled softly and leaned down to him, kissing his temple gently. 

Jimin shifted lightly in his sleep and rolled the opposite way from me. I smile lightly and get up gently from the bed and go to the bathroom, closing the door behind me softly. I slowly make my way to the bathroom, pushing the door open quietly. I shut the door behind me and turn on the faucet to warm water. I let my hands fill with water and gently splash my face with the water, sighing in relief. I turn off the water and pat my face dry with the hand towel next to the sink. 

I exit the bathroom and make my way downstairs, picking my shoes up from the floor and slip them back on; groaning as my back popped painfully. 

"Jimin?" A female voice called from the kitchen. I paused and glanced over at the doorway, seeing Jimins mom standing in the kitchen doorway. 

"Oh good morning." I stand up slowly, trying to hide my wince as I did so. 

"Are you okay?" She frowned lightly. 

"Yeah. Just a little sore, I probably just slept wrong. Thank you for letting me stay here. I didn't mean to bother you last night. I honestly don't even know why I came here, I'm sorry" I rub my arm shyly. Jimin's mom smiles softly at me, her smile warm and eyes kind. 

"Why don't you sit and have a cup of coffee and wait for Jimin to wake up?" She smiles more. I smile gratefully at her and nod.

"That sounds good. Thank you" I slowly make my way towards the kitchen table and take a seat. Jimin's mom sets a cup of coffee down in front of me after a moment. 

"Thank you" I take the cup and take a small sip. 

"How long have you known Jimin?" She asks, taking a seat across from me. 

"I've known him for awhile, but we just started talking recently. He seems to be very shy and not very open" I stir my coffee slowly with the spoon I was given, glancing up at her. Her face was sad as she looked down at her cup.

"Jimin wasn't always very shy. He used to be very happy and talkative and smiled all the time. It was around his first year of high school when it all changed. He started wearing baggier clothing, watched his eating habits, so concerned with his appearance. I don't know what changed but I miss who he used to be" She sighed sadly and wiped at her eye. 

"I'm sorry about him. I didn't know him before but I'm pretty sure his old self is still in him somewhere. Just hidden under the shell of what was made anew" I said sincerely, gently placing my hand on her free one that was on the table. She smiled warmly at me and placed her other hand on top of mine. 

"I'm pretty sure you speak from experience" She looked at me in the eyes, glistening with some tears. My breath hitched as she said this. 

"No, what you see before you is how I've always been. A switch was turned on when I was younger, and I don't know how how to turn it off. All I know how to do is dim the light that was turned on, but in the end the light always goes back to how it was. I can't change that, I just have to learn to live with the light that will forever plague my life. No matter how many times I try to turn it off or get rid of it, it will never leave. Jimin can get help, Jimin can change. But I don't think I can" I almost whisper as a tear falls from my eye, and I hang my head. 

"Yoongi-" 

"Mom? Yoongi?" Jimin called, cutting her off. We both look up and pull away from each other, awaiting Jimin to walk into the dining room. As he walks in my heart skips a beat as I see him, his tired puffy eyes and his messy hair, clothes disheveled, his cheeks and lips puffy; making him look adorable.

"What are you guys doing?" He mumbles as he lets out a loud yawn, stretching out. 

"I asked Yoongi to stay to have breakfast with us" She says warmly as she gets up, kissing Jimin on his head. Jimin flushes bright red and his eyes glance over to me, I just shrug lightly and smile at him. Mrs. Park smiles and fixes his hair before going into the kitchen. 

"How'd you sleep?" He asks as he sits across from me at the table. 

"I slept good, you?" I fold my arms on the table and lean against the table, looking at him. 

"Good, thanks" He mumbles, flushing again. I smile lightly and look down at the table. Its silent as Mrs. Park makes us all breakfast quietly in the kitchen. The air is slightly heavy, not enough to be suffocating, but enough to be awkward and not want to break the silence. 

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"Thank you for breakfast Mrs. Park, but I should go now. I don't need my parents to call the police" I joke and place my plate in the sink, she laughs lightly in response.

"Thank you for coming, it was a pleasure Yoongi" She smiles at me. I smile back and go to bow.

"Don't even" She laughs and hugs me, I freeze and look over at Jimin for help; he is just grinning behind his hands and watching us. I scowl at him and gently hug her back, she releases me after a moment and I walk to the front door. Jimin follows and grabs my pinky finger gently, making me pause and look at him. 

"What happened to you last night Yoongi? Something wasn't right with you" He frowns as he looks at me. I let out a sigh and grab his hand in mine. 

"Maybe another time. I don't want to do this when your mom is here" I kiss his knuckles gently and pull away, slipping my shoes on. Jimin stands still and watches me. 

"I'll call you later" I cup his cheek and kiss his forehead lightly, almost not touching him at all. He nods after I pull away, watching me with sad eyes. I clench my fist lightly and force myself to leave the house, closing the door slowly behind me. I stop and lean back against the door, it cold and small flakes of snow are beginning to fall from the sky. 

The light was beginning to get brighter again, and the darkness began to creep up back against my shoulders. I shake my head and begin to walk away from the house.

This is my plague. And there is no cure.